Results: Subject began emitting high pitched sounds at 
approximately 120 db after ten minutes in containment. A 
quiet humming noise was observed emitting from the 
entity's chest for another ten minutes, before returning to 
a high pitched sound emitted at approximately db. A 
quiet humming noise was, again, observed emitting from 
the entity's chest for another ten minutes. Electrical 
surges occurred, and the chamber began showing signs 
of structural failure. The alloys began to vibrate and emit 
sounds at approximately db before collapsing in on the 
subject, conforming to the shape of its body. After 
approximately thirty seconds the alloys fell to the ground, 
and the subject collapsed. The subject was ina 
comatose state for nearly three weeks after this event. 


Further testing of SCP-1708 is not authorized. Research into the 
subject's anatomy after Test-1708-A-5 showed signs at an attempt 
to [REDACTED]. 


Addendum 1708-F: Audio File 1708-1. 


« SCP-1707 | SCP-1708 | SCP-1709 » 


SCP-1709: Human Fetus Composite 


Item #: SCP-1709 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1709 is to be kept in a 
standard humanoid containment cell in Medical Bay 2 at Site-34. 
SCP-1709 is to receive intravenous hydration, and nutrition through 
enteral feeding as directed by medical personnel, and is to be 
maintained in accordance with established physiological protocols 
for subjects exhibiting symptoms consistent with a score of between 
9-16 on the Bush-Francis Catatonia Scale. SCP-1709 is to receive 
monthly medical examinations, and updates to its containment 
protocols adjusted as necessary by the Research Director. 


Personnel are not allowed to speak in SCP-1709's presence or 
make attempts to communicate with it unless authorized to do so by 
the Research Director. 


SCP-1709-01aa through SCP-1709-01af are to be preserved and 
kept in Specimen Locker 13-C. All subsequent instances of 
SCP-1709-01 are to be treated as biohazardous waste after the 
conclusion of related research and incinerated immediately 
thereafter. 


Description: SCP-1709 is a human female, approximately 52 years 
of age and of Quechua descent, measuring 1.54 m and weighing 
54.3 kg. Due to SCP-1709's limited willingness to communicate on 
the subject and poor record-keeping by local authorities in the 
Ayacucho region of Peru, little is known about its provenance 
beyond general information. SCP-1709 is apparently in a catatonic 
state, and displays very little ability or inclination to act on its own 
behalf outside of documented anomalous behavior. 


SCP-1709 lacks most of the major internal organs found in human 
specimens. Instead, SCP-1709's vital biological functions are carried 


out by a series of organisms bearing a superficial resemblance to a 
mass of fused human fetuses in various stages of development. 
Ultrasound imaging and biopsies have determined that these 
organisms have adapted specialized cells and structures to 
effectively duplicate necessary life functions. Examples include 
SCP-1709's "heart", which consists of two approximately 19 cm 
fetuses joined at the spine that have developed exaggerated 
musculature and four internal "chambers"; a "pancreas" made up of 
an indeterminate number of smaller embryos that somehow 
manufactures insulin, glucagon and related pancreatic secretions; 
and a mass consisting of three fetal human heads that has been 
documented to replicate the combined function of the liver and the 
kidneys. DNA analysis of tissue samples retrieved from these 
structures have determined that these organisms are genetically 
identical to SCP-1709. 


Despite its catatonic state, SCP-1709 has demonstrated a limited 
capacity for communication. When another human has addressed 
SCP-1709 directly, in 43% of documented cases it has responded 
with whatever information it has at its disposal. SCP-1709 
communicates by somehow processing the remarks directed at it, 
and subsequently expectorating a human fetus from a sac 
connected to its esophagus, which "gestates" between 3-8 
organisms at any given time. These fetuses appear to be at 
approximately 10-12 weeks of development. This fetus (hereby 
designated as an instance of SCP-1709-01) will then vocalize a 
response to the inquiry or statement originally directed at SCP-1709. 
SCP-1709-01 manages this vocalization despite the lack of a fully 
developed larynx or lungs. Responses typically consist of one or two 
sentences. Every instance of SCP-1709-01 speaks with a voice 
consistent with that of an elderly woman with slight damage to the 
vocal cords associated with a heavy smoking habit. SCP-1709's 
linguistic aptitude appears to be primarily the Quechua II-C dialect, 
with a limited understanding of basic Spanish. Instances of 
SCP-1709-01 will communicate primarily in Quechua, but as of / / 
will occasionally speak in broken, rudimentary English. After 
communicating, instances of SCP-1709-01 will then expire in a 
manner consistent with the removal of pre-viable human fetuses. 


Interview Log-1709-2: Researcher's Note: The following log is a 


conversation recordedon // between SCP-1709 and Research 
Director Dr. Khaled Iqbal. Researcher Jauregui, fluent in several 
Quechua dialects, provided English-Quechua translation between 
Dr. Iqbal, SCP-1709, and SCP-1709-01's responses. 


Dr. Iqbal: In our previous conversation, SCP-1709, you 
declined to provide details about your life prior to your 
time at Site-34. Have you reconsidered our request for 
this information? | can assure you that we are merely 
trying to establish a scientific account. 


(Staff waits for response for 2 minutes and 18 seconds. 
SCP-1709 expectorates SCP-1709-01dk; specimen 
lands on table in front of SCP-1709 and commences 
vocalization) 


SCP-1709-01dk: <You're not the only doctors I've seen. 
Pishtaku comes in many forms. You'll not get anything 
from me, dogs.> 


Dr. Iqbal: Very well, SCP-1709, though again | must 
stress that the Foundation does not mean you any harm 
whatsoever. How would you describe your current living 
conditions? 


(Staff waits for response for 1 minute and 48 seconds. 
SCP-1709-01dk is collected at this time by staff for post- 
interview incineration. SCP-1709 expectorates 
SCP-1709-01dl; specimen commences response.) 


SCP-1709-01dI: <Give me back my pipe and tobacco. | 
asked about this before.> 


Dr. Iqbal: And you were informed at that time that your 
request has been denied based on the Foundation's 
prohibitions on providing addictive and harmful 
substances to subjects in our care. AS was your appeal 
to the medical staff. Are there any other details of your 
day-to-day care that you would like to address? 


(Staff waits for response for six minutes and 32 seconds 


before determining that no response is forthcoming.) 
END TRANSCRIPT 


Incident 1709-1: On / / ,SCP-1709 deviated from its 
demonstrated catatonic behavior, and initiated conversation with 
janitorial staff that was in the process of cleaning its containment 
cell. Staff immediately alerted research personnel, which 
documented the following communications from SCP-1709: 


SCP-1709-01fb: <I have a joke for you. A merchant 
visits a small village. He has many fine rugs, and sturdy 
farming tools. But the village is poor. The headman 
knows how poor they are, so he sends the most beautiful 
girl in the village to see the merchant. 'Make a deal’, he 
says.> 


(SCP-1709-01fb expires. Staff collects specimen and 
waits 2 minutes and 56 seconds before SCP-1709 
expectorates SCP-1709-01fc.) 


SCP-1709-01fc: <The girl goes to see the merchant. He 
is a lecherous pig, which she expected. 'We have no 
gold here,' she says. 'But | think | Know what you want.’ 
The merchant grins. 'Yes,' he said, ‘but these are some 
of the best goods in the land. It will take more than one 
time to satisfy me for what | bring.’ The girl agrees to his 
terms and they conclude their business.> 


(SCP-1709-01fc expires. Staff collects soecimen and 
waits 1 minute and 9 seconds before SCP-1709 
expectorates SCP-1709-01fd.) 


SCP-1709-01fd: <Afterwards, the merchant picks up his 
pack and starts to leave. He points to all the goods he 
has brought with him. 'It's all yours' he says. The girl, no 
stranger to this kind of bartering, is surprised. But she is 
too cagey to show it. As she gets ready to take the cart 
into town, the merchant looks at her, tips his cap, and 
says, ‘please, keep the change’.> 


(SCP-1709-01fd expires. Staff collects specimen and 
waits 3 minutes and 21 seconds before SCP-1709 
expectorates SCP-1709-01fe.) 


SCP-1709-01fe: HAHAHAHAHAHA! 


(SCP-1709-01fe continues laughing well beyond the 
documented viability period for SCP-1709-01 instances. 
After 3 hours of observation, research staff dispose of 
specimens collected during Incident 1709-1. 
SCP-1709-01fe continues laughing until incineration.) 


Researcher's Note: To date, Incident 1709-1 remains the only 
recorded instance of SCP-1709 initiating communication with 
Foundation personnel. 


« SCP-1708 | SCP-1709 | SCP-1710 » 


SCP-1710: Life as a Tree 


Item #: SCP-1710 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The natural park surrounding 
SCP-1710 has been enclosed as a preservation area for the Red- 
backed Shrike (Lanius collurio). Agents disguised as park rangers 
are to prevent access to SCP-1710. The hill SCP-1710 is located on 
has been surrounded by a sensor-equipped fence. A single sentry 
equipped with recording equipment is to be stationed near 
SCP-1710-1 in order to document its conversations with 
SCP-1710-2. 


Description: SCP-1710 is the joint designation for a pair of English 
oak (Quercus robur) trees, located near , UK. Both instances 
of SCP-1710 are capable of emitting sounds from a location 
approximately 1.5 meters distance up the length of the trunk. 
Instances of SCP-1710 will imitate the vocalizations of the nearest 
mammal, avian or reptile, using them to communicate between 
themselves. Neither instances of SCP-1710 reacted to external 
attempts at communication with them. When imitating human 
speech, SCP-1710-1 will vocalize as an indeterminable number of 
voices, both masculine and feminine and of various ages and 
accents, speaking at once. SCP-1710-2 vocalizes using a single 
feminine voice. 


Additionally, SCP-1710-1 manifests several other anomalies: 
SCP-1710-1's exterior surface has an average temperature of 
-—67.25°C, though this does not cause frost to appear on it. If 
touched by unprotected skin it is also capable of causing mild 
lacerations upon contact due to its unusually sharp edges. 


SCP-1710 was first brought to the Foundation's attention after it was 
accidentally caught on camera during the filming of independent 
horror film Horror at the Honey Glazed Abyss. The film, along with 


commentary by the director, was uploaded to a small video sharing 
website, where certain key phrases contained in it alerted the 
Foundation Automated Interception Service. The film was removed 
from the website before accumulating any views, and all those 
involved in its production were administered Class-C amnestics. 


Addendum 1710-A: The following conversations between 
SCP-1710-1 and SCP-1710-2 were recorded at different points of 
time following their initial containment. 


+ Open Log-1710-A-1 
<BeginLog // > 
SCP-1710-2: Maxwell! Rise and shine, dear! 


SCP-1710-1: We are not a Maxwell, bark- 
thing. We have told you this before. 


SCP-1710-2: Oh, | know love, but your name 
just has too many x's and z's for my poor 
tongue, so | figured I'd call you something 
else. | had this lovely little doggy named 
Maxwell when | was young, you know. Terrier, 
he was, and such a scamp— 


SCP-1710-1: We do not care, sun-drinker. 
Leave us to our sharpening. 


SCP-1710-2: Your what, love? 


SCP-1710-1: We do not wish to discuss this. 
Our essence is beyond the understanding of 
the likes of you. 


SCP-1710-2: Listen, dear. Like it or not, we're 
neighbors now, and we're likely to stay such 
for quite a while. Calling me things like sun- 
sipper, which is hypocritical if | do say so 
myself, is all well and good, but sooner or later 


you'll have to talk to me. Heaven knows, 
there's not much else to do around here and | 
shan't leave you alone until you do. I'll just go 
on talking, and trust me, | can talk for 
practically forever. Why, my Bob used to say 
my mouth was like a so- 


SCP-1710-1: We must keep sharp. We must 
be always sharp. If we are not sharp, we are 
not. There is nothing but the sharpness, to 
exist is to be keen. This place is rounded, 
curved. We cannot persevere in dullness. 


SCP-1710-2: Oh, you do go on about that 
sharpness thing. Single-minded is what you 
are. 


SCP-1710-1: Must keep sharp. Sharp. 


<End Log> 
+ Open Log-1710-A-2 
<BeginLog // > 


SCP-1710-1: We were not always thus. We 
were the Serrated Void. We were That Which 
Rends. We were blades, edges, angles. We 
moved, we ravaged, we sharped. 


SCP-1710-2: What was that? Sorry, | was 
distracted by those bees. Silly little buggers, 
they are, buzzing about. Oh, they tickle so! 


SCP-1710-1: We were never meant to come 
here. Lured, fooled, betrayed. Must sharpen 
once more, or cease. 


SCP-1710-2: Oh, | know that feeling. That ad 
in the paper was a total con. It said | could be 


a manatee. Always wanted to be one of those. 


SCP-1710-1: You do not comprehend, round 
one. We were dominant. Keenest, the universe 
our whetstone. We have pierced the innards of 
atoms. We have plucked out the eyes of gods, 
their ichor our oil. At the place where all is 
angles, there were none like us. 


SCP-1710-2: I'll have you know | was a big 
deal myself! Why, my garden won "Best in 
Village" for three years straight! Oh, I'm sorry, 
I'm rambling again. | know you get sensitive 
when | interrupt your brooding. Go on, love. 


SCP-1710-1: We ruled supreme, until it came. 
It was soft, organic, curved. We ripped it, 
dissected it, overwhelmed it utterly, but it 
would not die. Cunning, fast, adaptive. It fled, 
we gave chase, we would not be denied our 
satisfaction. We chased too far. Too clever, hid 
here, in this place. All here is smooth, curved, 
soft, dull. It hid in its own torment, and we 
could not find it. Lost, like the worms frozen in 
Our roots. 


SCP-1710-2: | never really understood that, to 
be honest. If you were such a big-shot sharp 
thing, why couldn't you find whatever that 
was? 


SCP-1710-1: We could not endure here. 
Anathema to us, we grow dull, so dull. 
Keenness lost, eyes dimmed, old in an instant. 
Searched escape, found none. Too brittle to 
run, too rusted. Had to find alternative. 
Reincarnation, a form that could withstand, if 
for a while. 


SCP-1710-2: Oh dear. We both know nothing 


good can come out of that. 


<End Log> 
+ Open Log-1710-A-3 
<BeginLog // > 


SCP-1710-2: You know, Maxwell, a thought 
occurred to me. What did you say that man 
who made you a tree was called? 


SCP-1710-1: He Whose Antlers Touch the 
Heavens. He promised us new firmness, 
stoutness, said that we would flourish in the 
moisture. In return, we gave him secrets, 
shared in our oils. We could go no further. We 
perished. We became... this. Tricked. He 
talked too fast, too much, too smug. Like birds, 
jumping on our acorns, nipping. We hate them 
so. 


SCP-1710-2: Antlers... Oh bother, it was the 
same man! He called his company something 
like the Flying Gazelle when | saw his ad in the 
paper, but I'm sure it's him. That snake-oil 
salesman! 


SCP-1710-1: Must regain ourselves, must 
seek retribution. Sharpen ourselves from... 
wood. So tired. So... round. This form ill suits 
sharpness. Materials incompatible, 
atmosphere hostile to our needs, wildlife 
distracting. Fuzzy things... crawling on us. 


SCP-1710-2: You sound awful, love. 
SCP-1710-1: We are... tired. Too much