Sol grabbed hold of = and dragged him with 
us down the stairs. He wasn't resistant, but 
kept mumbling about the man, and how he 
should suffer. Naturally there was no one to 
take care of the camera, and we were soon 
too occupied to think about that. 


Turns out that —_ was right about one thing. 
There were indeed snakes. They just 
appeared crawling up from the stairs, and on 
the railings even. There were no signs of them 
anywhere before, but now they just crammed 
the path and slithered onto each other. There 
were SO many. 


Kelly immediately took out her gun. | looked 
out of the tower to see where they came from. 
And | just saw these giant pits at the bottom, 
around the tower. Certainly wasn’t there 
before, just filled with swarming snakes — 


Dr. Xue: Hold on, how is this possible? You 
were in a dark environment, and even if the 
fire was enough to illuminate, how could you 
see all the way down to the bottom of the 
tower? You said that you climbed for an hour 
and a half at least. 


Agent Luo: Well, we didn't really realize it until 
that moment, but somehow when we saw the 
pits, we were merely stories away from the 
ground, only 10 meters or so. It didn’t feel like 
the tower had moved, but either that it shrank 
or that there were some space anomaly and 
we were on a loop previously. But it was the 
least of our worries then. 


As | looked down, | realized that there was 
now enough light to see, that the sky was no 
longer dark. And then Kelly almost screeched. 
| looked where she was pointing and it was on 
the horizon. The sun had risen, and now that 
there was light, | found that we were on this 
plain, open field, stretching into all directions. 
There was something off about the sun, now 
that | think about it. But back then our attention 
was caught by the thing just by the horizon. 


I’m not sure what it was, but it was just 
massive. Before | said that the tower was 
massive, but it was nothing compared to this. 
The thing stretched all across the horizon, 
partly obscuring the sun. It was unevenly 
shaped, and because the light didn’t shine 
through, we couldn’t really make it out, and it 
was just shadows. 


We didn’t really want to make it out though, the 
thing looked like a mountain, except mountains 
won't be moving and changing shapes. It was 
definitely something alive, and it had soft 
edges? I’m still not quite sure. But we were 
sure that it was shifting and worming and 
moving towards the tower, or towards us. 


Kelly insisted that we get out of there, and | 
agreed with her. The pavilion was burning 
really badly but we couldn’t afford to care 
about that or the snakes. So we descended 
the stairs and dragged _—with us. 


Amazingly, the snakes didn’t bother with us. 
They just slithered and crawled upwards. A 
few, no, a lot of them got on our clothes but we 
just kept going. It was almost fine, but the 
gigantic figure in the distance was too 
worrying. The way it moved — I'm not sure how 
it moved, but it’s still in my head. 


It took us only a few minutes to get to the 
bottom, compared with our hour or so hike up. 
| noted that there was no branching path 
either. Luckily, there was still a path between 
the snake pits, and we were able to get across 
fine. We probably should have taken pictures 
of those, but we were too upset to even really 
examine them. But anyways, we were able to 
find our track leading back without problem. 


on the disk. Further investigation by Agent showed that all the 
contents of SCP-335-001 are of a pornographic nature. 


Note from Dr. : | believe | know where all our bandwidth is 
going at night. Agent's computer privileges should be limited until 
he either finds a girlfriend or learns some self-control. 


Further investigation revealed that SCP-335-001 through 012 
contained pornographic material. However, upon discovering the 
entire contents of Wikipedia on SCP-335-013, the actual nature of 
SCP-335 was uncovered. 


SCP-335 contains the entire contents of the Internet stored within its 
infinite storage space. It appears to have some sort of organizational 
system, with similar sites grouped together on the same disk. 
Experiment 335-007a showed that when content on the Internet is 
changed, the content on the corresponding disk changes to match. 
Precisely how this occurs is unknown. It is uncertain what would 
happen if content on the disk were changed, as all 150 disks seem 
to be locked in read-only format. 


Addendum: Agent has proposed on numerous occasions that an 
experiment be conducted where a disk is destroyed. Dr. as 
wellas - agree that this could potentially have disastrous effects 
on a large portion of the internet and could draw unwanted attention 
to the Foundation. Such an experiment is not to be attempted under 
any circumstances. 


Addendum: The following is a listing of all 150 names written on the 
disks in their numerical order. No pattern has yet been identified in 
the names. 


001: "Jonny" 
002: "Carl" 

003: "Robert" 
004: "William" 
005: "Benjamin" 
006: "Patrick" 
007: "Blake" 
008: "Keith" 
009: "Michael" 


Dr. Xue: So you just headed back, and 
avoided encountering the giant creature? 


Agent Luo: Well, the way back was still a 20 
minute hike, that didn’t change. And half way, 
we kind of realized that maybe the thing on the 
horizon won't be able to get to us. 


Like, you’d think that a creature that huge will 
be able to move through great distance pretty 
quickly. But when we look at it, it was in its 
Original spot. We could see that it was making 
efforts to move to our direction, and we could 
see that it was covering distance. But when we 
look again, the thing was still on the horizon. 
I’m not sure if that comforted us or made us 
even more unnerved. 


It was still rather upsetting though, seeing the 
movements constantly at the corner of your 
eyes. It was just very... surreal? Plus was 
still spilling nonsense and we were quite 
worried. We decided to just get back and finish 
this operation. Kelly remembered the camera 
when we were only a few minutes away from 
the entrance, and was able to record properly 
again. 


Afterwards, we just changed to diving gear and 
got back. __ was still unstable, but was able to 
come with us fine. 


Dr. Xue: | see. Anything else you might want 
to add, Agent Luo? 


Agent Luo: /pauses to think] |n fact, yeah. 
Kelly told me afterwards that she looked back 
on the way back, when we were not far from 
the tower. There seemed to be some sort of 
giant symbol of the sun with wings on it? 


Dr. Xue: Noted. Thank you agent, that will be 
all. 


Agent Luo: Goodbye, doc. 
[Agent Luo leaves the room.] 


Dr. Xue: [narrates to the recorder] Analysis of 
the video log and archived images shows that, 
according to the position of the stars and the 
size of the sun, SCP-2841-4 may be located 
on Jupiter. It is unknown why its environment 
resembles that of the Earth, and can sustain 
human activity. 


[long pause] 


This is suspected to have links to the “Taisui” 
location referenced by members of the Xia 
Anomalous Culture Group. | can’t help but 
wonder whether we have been given these 
clues of potential SCP objects intentionally. 


<End Log> 


Footnotes 

1. Estimated to be from late Shang Dynasty to early Zhou Dynasty. 
2. SCP-2841 was discovered through one set of the coordinates 
recovered fromSCP-2847-3. 

3. Analysis of the meat shows that it is a mixture of human and 
avian flesh, and further examination is inconclusive due to its 
cooked state. 

4. Testing shows that it is identical to the liquid inside SCP-2841-2. 
5. Alcoholic beverage made from rice, commonly seen in Asia. 

6. Agent has been given Class-A Amnestics and transferred 
out of Project Hetu Luoshu. 


« SCP-2840 | SCP-2841 | SCP-2842 » 


SCP-2842: It's A Meme, You Dip 


Item #: SCP-2842 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2842 is kept in a Type 2 
Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-17. Standard amenities and 
precautions associated with T2HCC are in place. SCP-2842 has no 
special medical, dietary, or psychological requirements, and has a 
Standard Risk Rating of 02/05/00. 


SCP-2842 is permitted access to information regarding MTF 
Omicron-12's operations at the discretion of the MTF leader and 
SCP-2842's HMCL supervisor. See report on Project Crowdreader 
[attached] for details of SCP-2842's utilization by MTF Omicron-12. 


Description: SCP-2842 is a human male, roughly 21 years of age 
at time of writing. SCP-2842's anomalous property will manifest 
when it identifies a social media! account: it will become aware of 
the location and content of eleven image files that the operator(s) of 
the given account will find moderately humorous.2 


When SCP-2842 identifies an additional account within four seconds 
of the prior account, the set of images it identifies will adjust to 
appeal to the holders of both accounts. In this fashion, SCP-2842 is 
able to identify sets of images that appeal to several thousand 
individuals at a time by reading account names in rapid succession. 


SCP-2842 possesses a tattoo on its right ankle reading "Mr. Meme, 
by Gamers Against Weed"; SCP-2842 professes no knowledge of 
the group, though exposure to the phrase produces an exaggerated 
laugh response. See interview logs for details. 


Interview Logs 


The following interviews were performed by Dr. Steele. Several 
relevant excerpts have been included in this document. 


Dr. Steele: So, you mentioned previously that you've 
only existed for about a year. Is that correct? 


SCP-2842: That's as far back as | can remember. | just 
woke up in someone's house one day. All | really knew 
about myself was that my name was Mr. Meme and that 
| could find funny pictures online. Plus the like, normal 
stuff. Eating, hiding from cops, Google AdSense. 


Dr. Steele: | see. What happened then? 


SCP-2842: There was some kid there who was watching 
me when | woke up. He was super excited that | was 
there, and he wanted me to get him more followers on 
Instagram. | didn't really give a shit, so | just left. He got 
really mad about that. | almost took his phone but | 
thought nah, more trouble than it's worth. 


Dr. Steele: Do you happen to remember his name, or 
where he lived? Anything like that? 


SCP-2842: No, sorry. | was only there for like ten 
minutes. | wasn't really confident in my ‘running from 
angry parents who found some stranger hanging out with 
their kid’ skills. 


Dr. Steele: That's alright. What happened after you left? 


[Extraneous data removed. In summary, SCP-2842 
utilized its anomalous properties to operate a large 
number of social media accounts, using various 
monetization methods to leverage its online presence 
into a steady cash flow. ] 


Dr. Steele: When we found you at the police station, you 
had been arrested for assault. Can you tell us about 
that? 


SCP-2842: It's a load of bullshit. The other guy started it. 


Dr. Steele: The details? 


SCP-2842: This douchey-looking dude came to my 
apartment complex saying | got doxxed, and that I'd 
been stealing his tweets. | mean, yeah, | probably was, 
but what am | supposed to do? No ID, no skills, no 
family, so on and so forth. 


SCP-2842: Anyways, he was dumb enough to start 
shoving me around while he was at the top of the stairs, 
so when | pushed back he fell down like a whole flight of 
them. The cops came like two days later, since he was 
pressing charges. 


Dr. Steele: Thanks for sharing. How do you feel about all 
this? 


SCP-2842: <Shrugs> It's alright, | guess. | keep worrying 
that I'm gonna lose all my followers if | don't keep 
posting, but honestly | kind of hated the whole thing 
anyways, so fuck it. Plus if | did get doxxed, | was pretty 
much fucked. 


Dr. Steele: You didn't like social media? 


SCP-2842: It's alright when you're sharing stuff that you 
like, but | Know my special powers don't find the best 
stuff ever. There's only so many times you can repost the 
tuxedo guy holding a sewing machine in front of a 
crashed truck before you just sort of glaze over it. And 
after the ten thousandth advice animal I'm pretty much 
sick of anything written in Impact. 


Dr. Steele: | suppose that's not surprising. 


SCP-2842: | did actually have an account where | posted 
OC. Original content, | mean. It would be pretty 
successful by most people's standards, | think — two 
thousand Twitter followers is good, right? 


Dr. Steele: For a comedy account? Sure. 


SCP-2842: Right, right. But it took the effort of ten other 
accounts combined, and all those were way more 
popular. | had to shut it down eventually because | 
couldn't afford to run anything that wasn't racking up 
followers and clicks. 


Dr. Steele: How many followers did you end up having, 
by the way? 


SCP-2842: Across all my accounts? Something like 
three million. 


Dr. Steele: What can you tell me about the tattoo on 
your ankle? 


SCP-2842: Nothing really. It's just been there since day 
one. 


Dr. Steele: What about 'Gamers Against Weed'? 


<SCP-2842 starts laughing. It attempts, and fails, to 
speak coherently several times. SCP-2842 calms down 
after four minutes.> 


SCP-2842: Sorry, it's just... that's really fucking funny. 
Always has been. | try not to look at the tattoo too much, 
it's that distracting. | don't know who it is though. 


Dr. Steele: That's fine. Do you know anything about 
‘Little Misters' or 'Doctor Wondertainment'? 


SCP-2842: Yeah, actually. There was a piece of paper | 
had with me at like, the very start, that talked about 
Wondertainment. | forgot about it until just now. It's in my 
apartment, maybe you guys already got it. 


Note: See Document 2842-5581 for further details. 


Dr. Steele: You wanted to see me? 


SCP-2842: Yeah, if you have the time. 


Dr. Steele: Don't worry about my schedule, that's my 
assistant's job. 


SCP-2842: | know, | had the guard ask him about it a 
week ago. 


Dr. Steele: Sorry for the wait, then. What can | do for 
you? 


SCP-2842: Well, uh. Do you guys need help with 
anything? 


Dr. Steele: Like what? 


SCP-2842: Anything. Like don't get me wrong, it's not 
like there's a shortage of things for me to do around 
here, but there's nothing for me to do, you know? 


Dr. Steele: I'm not quite sure what you mean. 


SCP-2842: It's like... I'm Mr. Meme. | find funny pictures, 
and I'm pretty much the best at being mediocre at it. It's 
what | do. 


Dr. Steele: | thought you disliked running those 
accounts. 


SCP-2842: Oh, for sure, | did. If my stuff was actually 
funny or original maybe I'd feel different, but stealing stuff 
that was just barely worth a share was depressing. But | 
still feel like | have to use this ability, because somehow 
doing nothing is even more depressing. 


Dr. Steele: Well... there was a proposal | made a few 
weeks ago for something like that. It didn't get approved, 
but if inactivity is taking a toll on your mental health, that 
would put it in a new light. 


SCP-2842: <Smiles> Let's hear it. 


[Extraneous data removed. See report on Project 
Crowdreader. ] 


SCP-2842: That sounds pretty tight. It's like that one TV 
show. 


Dr. Steele: I'll re-submit the proposal, then. Which show 
do you mean? 


SCP-2842: You know, the one with the guy? 


Dr. Steele: Ah, yes, that one. 


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