"Redacted" Pagan: The participants have shook hands...which has 
to be seen to be believed. And the competition has started, 
Grammie kicking it off with a three-handed cannon! 


Research Assistant Corbette: Of course actual Grammie will be 
sitting on the sidelines, with those nasty hands poking out of a rift 
that's opened up on the cou- WHAM what a spike! 


"Redacted" Pagan: And returned by Lady Sweet Tooth, you have 
to give the lady credit, Salman, we can safely say that she really is 
the only human in this competition! 


Research Assistant Corbette: And a failed return by Grammie. 
Point Sweet Tooth. But wait, a sudden serve by 372 and a failed 
return by Agent . Bet he didn't see that coming. 


"Redacted" Pagan: He really doesn't seem to have training with 
that Coat... practice makes perfect. 


Research Assistant Corbette: And slam another spike by 372. At 
least, | think so. 


"Redacted" Pagan: It's very hard to say with all of these arms on 
the field... (pause) And it seems that Bright is trying to call the game 
off for claiming it an affront to beach volleyball... citing lack of 
desirable women. (pause) And the complaints go on deaf ears as 
the game goes on! 


Research Assistant Corbette: Hah, well Pag, would you say he's 
talking about Sweet Tooth or Grammie? 


"Redacted" Pagan: Well, Salman, I'm guessing that since one of 
them is an inanimate statue, he's referring to Sweet Tooth... And it 
seems those complaints didn't fall on deaf ears as Sweet Tooth just 
scowled into the audience and MISSED a return.. that is going to 
seriously hurt her chances! 


Research Assistant Corbette: And as the game comes to a close 
it looks like Grammie and 372 will come out the winners here, 
making the Foundation this year's Anomalympics winners. 


"Redacted" Pagan: ....and Sweet Tooth has made a MAD dash to 
Bright within the audie-OH that has GOT to hurt, I'm glad that the 
camera isn't on her right now as I'm sure the Anomalympics would 
surely get a higher rating for the violence taking place! 


[static] (monkey screams followed by crashes) [static] 


"Redacted" Pagan: She's torn apart a quarter of the bleachers! | 
may have to redact saying she's a normal huma-[static] 


Research Assistant Corbette: And Agent stumbles and falls 
on that last return. An amaz- What the 914 making sweet love to 
Gears? How did Sweet Tooth learn 110 Montau- [Static for 40 
minutes] 


"Redacted" Pagan: And the day's activities are winding down with 
everyone gathering around the Anomalympic Flame, generously 
provided by SCP-457, the Burning Man, after convincing him of 
[static for 12 minutes] breaking into song led by 661 [static] Marshall, 
Carter and Dark Ltd. have started their auction. [Static for 5 minutes] 


Research Assistant Corbette: -eet Tooth sold for [static for 2 
minutes] -nd what a great day that was. From [static] I'm Salman 
Corbette... 


"Redacted" Pagan: And this is "Redacted" Pagan. And yes, | do 
have to say "Redacted"... it sounds cooler, and these have been: 


Research Assistant Corbette: The Anomalypics. Thank you and 
goodnight. 


[Static for 5 minutes 12 seconds before the transmission ends] 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: Foundation personnel are currently searching 
for individuals with the surname "Pagan". Research Assistant 
Corbette was questioned; however, it was determined that he had 
no knowledge of the transmission. He did express distress, 
however, that he had not yet been promoted after years. No 
known proposals for the "Anomalympics" or anything similar have 
been discovered. 


[It] seems [that] a few of the test[s into Zone of Denial] 
have found that [the] bound[a]ry is far [further away] 
th[a]n what it was [used to be], not know what do??? [I 
don't know what to do about this?] 


Date/Time: [DATA TEMPORARILY EXPUNGED UNTIL INVESTIGATION] 
[H]elp [I] not know what [to] do, the thing [the Zone of 
Denial keeps] changing. 

Date/Time: [DATA TEMPORARILY EXPUNGED UNTIL INVESTIGATION] 
[P]le[a]se help, it [the Zone of Denial] is growing bigger 
and bigger and bigger now!!! 

Date/Time: [DATA TEMPORARILY EXPUNGED UNTIL INVESTIGATION] 

Other similar messages from Mark Fulu and other personnel 

stationed in the area has brought intrigued investigation by 


Foundation assets in North America. Confirmation of Zone of Denial 
distance fluctuation is currently pending. 


Footnotes 
1. As Mark Fulu had limited grasp of English, his messages were 
edited to be more understandable. 


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Audio Log From December 24th, 2010 


Date of Log: December 24th, 2010. 

Purpose: Documentation relating to SCP-055 testing. 
Subject: Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian 

Transcription Method: Digital 


+ Show Transcript 
Begin Log. 


This is Dr. Cimmerian, and this is document 
55-C-13. | am attempting to recall information 
relating to uh... SCP-055. Now. | remember 
that it is... uh... shit. Ok. Well that's pretty 
much what we expected. It seems like we can't 
talk about it and we can't write about it. 


Though... Actually. | wonder if we could sing 
about it. 


It's worth a shot... 
Um... Well it's Christmas. 


"You know Statues and Lizards and 
Eldritch Places, 

Reality shapers, 

And endless staircases, 

But do you recall. 

The most dangerous item of all. 


SCP Fifty Five is, 
Impossible to describe, 
What was | gonna say next? 
Oh right Fifty Five. 


All of the other objects, 

Are dangerous in their own way, 
The thing about this one is that... 
What was | about to say? 


Shit. 


Despite foggy memories, 

| know it's not a sphere, 

We can remember what it's not, 
But not a sphere is all we've got, 


And this you simply must know, 
If it ever does get out, 

SCP Fifty Five will... 

Wait. What was | talking about?" 


Oh. God damn it. End Log. 


August 19, 2035 


"You'll never catch me!" 


Lebanon leaped from her spot on the roof, screaming as she did. 
Behind her, Hamilton and Xavier scrambled to keep up. She fell 
downward, arms outstretched. Her scream turned to delight as she 
plummeted. Vague yelling echoed behind her. 


She crashed into the pile of soft material below, landing on a large 
mattress. For a few moments everything shook, and the world was 
obscured by white. 


Memory Foam. She had heard the phrase before, but couldn't 
remember where. It came back to her now. 


After a few seconds, Lebanon flipped herself over, staring up. Two 
distant faces peered down at her. She waved at them, and there 
was more yelling. The faces vanished as she pulled herself off the 
mattress and into the rest of the pile. There was clothing 
everywhere, as well as blankets and other discarded accessories. 


"What's your problem?" This was Hamilton, emerging with Xavier 
from a nearby door. "You could have hurt yourself!" 


Lebanon stuck her tongue out. "Nuh uh. I'm fine, see?" 


She could see Xavier rubbing his eyes. Oh no, I've made him cry 
again. She reached out and grabbed his hand. 


"I'm sorry X. | was having fun, | didn't want to scare you." She 
squeezed his hand. 


"l-Its ok. | shou-should trust you more." He gave her a small smile 
and wiped the last of the tears from his eyes. Although they looked 
nothing alike, Lebanon had decided that Xavier was her little 
brother, and treated him as such. She had no idea how old he 


actually was, but it felt right to her. 


"| still think you should stop being such a dumbass," Hamilton said. 
"The boss is gonna blame one of us if something happens to you." 


"Will | now?" The three children whipped around. Blue Ash was a 
physically imposing man, and the setting sun wrapped around him 
like a solar veil. He turned to look at Hamilton. "Language, young 
man." Hamilton mumbled some short apology. 


"Blue, were you looking for us?" 


A smile. "Indeed | was, Xavier. It's almost time for the gathering." 
Blue Ash gestured up the road, towards the center of town. Taking 
care to avoid the crumbling asphalt, the four of them navigated back 
to the village square. The road was littered with abandoned cars and 
trucks; Lebanon climbed on to a rusted car, following the rest of the 
group by jumping from vehicle to vehicle. Although Blue Ash gave 
her sidelong glances, he never said anything, so she continued. 


"Hey Blue," she finally asked, "Why do we have to go?" 


Blue Ash rubbed his chin. "Well, it's important to be a part of the 
community. These are the people working hard to take care of you; 
wouldn't it be rude to ignore them?" 


Lebanon frowned. She was starting to feel guilty. "| guess... But why 
do we have the gathering at all?" 


Hamilton responded this time. "It's kinda cool actually. | read about it 
in a book." 


"Read about what?" 


Hamilton's mouth opened and closed, and Lebanon could hear the 
words he was saying, but they fled from her mind almost 
immediately. A sharp buzz echoed in and around her ears, and the 
world suddenly lurched in front of her. She vaguely realized she was 
falling. 


Blue Ash caught her. His face was contorted into concern, but 
Lebanon could swear she saw no surprise in his eyes. 


"Are you alright?" He gently lowered her onto the ground, making 
sure to hold on until she was up on both feet. 


"Hmmm, I'm okay | guess." Her response was muted. "I don't know 
why | did that." 


He ruffled her dirty hair. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of us." 


Up ahead, a large group of people were clumped together near a 
brick building. The sides of the building were painted red, and had 
large window-like doors that were propped open. Inside, a large red, 
white and silver object stood silent. Gamble had spent almost a year 
fixing it up, claiming it could do all sorts of things. Whenever he went 
into detail Lebanon found herself overcome with discomfort, and 
wasn't able to understand what he was saying, even though 
everyone else listened with obvious delight. 


Blue Ash and the children approached a woman at a table, serving 
food. Seeing them approach, she set four plates aside. 


"Hey bossman. Want some meat today? I've got the vegetarian 
option too." 


"I'll take the vegetarian, but those hot dogs look delicious. I'm sure 
the kids will love them." 


The server handed plates with hot dogs and chips to the three 
children. They gave quick thanks and ran off, presumably to sit 
under the large oak tree nearby. 


Blue Ash took a bite of carrot. "Thank you Madison. If | didn't know 
any better, | would say this was plucked out of the ground just today. 
And no preservatives? You know how to spoil us." He waggled his 
eyebrows at her. 


"That's because it is, smart-ass." She grabbed the carrot and took a 
large bite. "You want to go back to scavenging, be my guest." She 
handed the carrot back. 


Blue Ash left the table with a wave. Ahead, on a park bench, Toledo 
was holding a piece of corn-on-the-cob. His hands were shaking, 


and his shirt was already damp with sweat. He stared at the 
vegetable with a single minded intensity. Silently, Blue Ash grabbed 
the corn out of his hands, and swapped it with a large carrot from his 
own plate. Toledo nodded his appreciation, but his hands never 
stopped shaking. His eyes continued to track the corn as Blue Ash 
walked away, as if he were witnessing an act of morbid curiosity. 


Under the oak tree, the children sat in silence. A plaque was nestled 
among the tall grass. Lebanon couldn't read the name it was made 
out to. She could see the letters, and the name as a whole, but 
when she put them together in her head, she felt a sharp buzz 
before the name was suddenly snatched from her memory. Behind 
her, Hamilton said something crass, and Xavier tugged at her sleeve 
to ask for clarification. The adults were settling down, using 
scattered chairs and the ground for seating. The sun was gone by 
now, and the stars were beginning to come out. 


The moon hung high in the sky. There was chattering, and several 
people began to point towards the celestial body. Lebanon didn't get 
what they were so excited about. She felt rather nervous, and 
hugged herself as her body began to shake. There was a movement 
to her side, and a hand rested on her shoulder. Seeing Xavier, 
Lebanon pulled him close. Blue Ash watched her the entire time. 


"It's starting." He gestured upward. "Remember, it's safe to view, so 
enjoy yourselves." 


Lebanon looked up with the crowd, and for a moment she could see 
the moon in all its splendor. Then suddenly there was a loud buzzing 
noise, and the moon tore itself apart into many different pieces. She 
could hear the exclamations of those around her, but the sky was 
starless and dark. The shaking got worse, and her head felt like it 
would split open. Her sight was the first to go, and as she drifted into 
unconsciousness, she could hear Xavier gasp in delight. 


"Hey." 


"Hey Lebanon." 


She opened her eyes. The sky was still dark, but she could see the 
moon, illuminating Blue Ash as he stood above her. It took a second 
before she responded, "I...?" She couldn't finish. 


He crouched down. "You fainted. Do you remember what 
happened?" 


She tried, but she could only recall the buzzing. She shook her head 
in shame, feeling tears begin to well up. 


"Hey, hey, its alright. Don't worry." There was no belittlement in his 
voice. "Everyone was worried about you. Even Hamilton." He sat 
down beside her. 


"Why? I... | can't even remember what happened,” she said. There 
were flashes, images of something bright, but they refused to stay. 
"Why does this happen to me?" 


Blue Ash tried to give her a reassuring smile, but even through her 
teary eyes she could see it was strained. "I think, sometime long 
ago, there was a mistake. Something that shouldn't have happened. 
And yet it did, and now we have to live with it. It's not our fault, and 
it's certainly not yours." He held out his hand. 


"Do you promise?" She grabbed his hand. She never noticed how 
rough and calloused it was until now. 


"| promise. Now let's get you back home." 


Much later, after everyone had fallen asleep, Blue Ash found himself 
sitting in his library. Simple candles illuminated the massive 
quantities of books and papers that surrounded him. On a close-by 
table there sat a card and a well worn piece of paper. 


Blue Ash picked up the card. He knew the man in the photo was 
him, although he had trouble believing it. Next to the picture was the 
name he had chosen: Blue Ash. Around the name were other words 
that had long ago lost any meaning. 


Flipping the card over, he saw the symbol that meant nothing to him. 
He could still understand the words printed beside, in a thick bold 
color. 


SECURE 
CONTAIN 
PROTECT 


"I'm trying.” He whispered this to himself. "Oh God I'm trying." 


He put the card down and picked up the paper. Although able to 
recite the words from memory alone, he still always double checked 
to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. There had been too 
much of that already. 


Item #: SCP-5429 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: None. SCP-5429 is 
unable to be contained. 


All currently cognizant Foundation staff are to compile as 
much practical and historical data as possible, and 
attempt to save it both psychically and digitally. 


Description: SCP-5429 is an non-sentient metaphysical 
construct capable, and currently in the process of, 
destroying the individual human ability to conceptualize 
and recall both general and specific concepts. All 
concepts affected by SCP-5429 are random, and varies 
by each individual, although it is believed that certain 
concepts have been erased from the entirety of human 
thought. 


The majority of SCP-5429 affected subjects will report 
blanket memory loss, which is believed to facilitate the 
spread of SCP-5429 and the removal of random 
concepts. Any information destroyed by SCP-5429 is 
considered irretrievable.