KiraQueen: Feel the vibrations of the music and it rubs 
you in a way you can't describe, like you're in a daze. Or 
you swear the room turned some kind of different color 
when a certain part came on, but maybe not. Like weed 
or taking the lightest amount of shrooms possible without 
fucking up your brain. 


| don't do drugs, but okay. Go on. 
| don't do drugs, but okay. Go on. 


KiraQueen: We can use that stuff (the music and its/our 
energy, not drugs) more easily because we know how to 
tap into it, even if only at a base level of usability. So 
when we write music, it just naturally flows out of us. And 
when we perform it, everyone around us will feel it. 


That's the intended effect if you're doing anart, you 
know? 


KiraQueen: So you want your audience to feel like 
they're pulsating. You write the music and perform it in a 
certain way so that your energy gets carried along the 
soundwaves to them. It leaves your body and enters 
theirs. So now they pulsate, and the music makes them 
shake a certain way, and they're on another level of 
reality, where you want them to be. 


KiraQueen: Like, Thom can animate stuff in ways he's 
not aware of that does some neat shit to people's minds. 
| almost wanna tell him, but he doesn't need to be 
involved in that life. 


Sure. | get it | think. Tell your fiance | 
said hello. 


Sure. | get it | think. Tell your fiance | 
said hello. 


KiraQueen: | would, but he's in Japan with Yukyu. Tell 
Tristao he's gay as fuck. 


) Oh, we're back, and our bodies have already begun to soar, 
vegetation growing out of the cracks as we move in-sync. Grass 
become vines become moving plants. The TV in the room over 
starts to turn to a static-y mush. Flowers bloom on the ceiling light. 


And then the amplifier bursts. 

We collapse. 

"Fuck!" 

"Don't worry, we still need to practice. We can't be in top form if we 


don't practice." He gives a thumbs up to us. | smirk, and she sighs, 
lightly punching him in the shoulder. 


"Yeah, yeah. Can you at least text me when you finish building a 
new amp?" 


"It'll take a couple weeks, but | can. You can crash on my couch if 
you want." He relaxes, leaning back in his computer chair. "Your dad 
doesn't know where | live | think. | won't make you pay rent." /t was 
considerate of him, but we really couldn't afford to stay there if we — 


"Yeah. That'd be nice. Thank you." She rushes over to hug him and 
starts to tear — You dumb bitch, our dad is gonna kill us if he finds 
out where we've been staying. "It's fine, it's fine," she mutters. 
Whatever. | can't argue with her like this. 


"Just be careful about the practice room. | think the plants are 
sentient. I'll go make some coffee." 


"And then you'll sleep, right?" 


"...fuck. Yeah, | will." He pats our head and gets up to go to the 
kitchen. Whatever. At least here, it's home. 


any plastic overcoat} contracting. Subject} contracted. 
was unable to escape 
overcoat. Death of 
subject. 


Addendum 969-1: 


==LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED== 


Unauthorized viewing of the following documentation will result in repr 


SCP-969 given to Subject Bodily maturity but 
child immediately beganmental immaturity 
to experience 
growth until 
subject became 
young adult 


Addendum 969-2: Incident 969-1: 


Following repeated use of SCP-969, several federal vehicles were 
seen approaching Site- . Security forces were deployed and all 
federal agents were successfully captured. When interviewed, the 
agents claimed that they had received orders to arrest several 
substance abusers at the Site- location. So far the source of the 
orders has not been identified. Agents were administered a Class-A 
amnestic and returned to Headquarters. 


Footnotes 

1. Instances of SCP-969 have also been discovered in the United 
Kingdom, South Africa, and Australia, however their frequency of 
appearance is relatively minor. 

2. While there are laws surrounding the use of insect repellents, 
there are no laws regarding Corporation or 

3. Effect wears off after approximately 5 hours 


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The Picture of an Unian 


Inoculation of Solidarity textual memetic carrier completed. 
Thank you for your patience. 
Please proceed with visual observation of text. 


Introduction 


The Picture of an Unian is a visual depiction of one unknown 
specimen of the Unians, a species which were native to the 
currently-uninhabited planet of Un. It is found in one of the sites 
belonging to the “three-arrows-in-circle” culture, known for its 
immerse wealth in material culture during the pre-Un age. Analysis 
of constituent carbon atoms with the atomic mass fourteen indicates 
that it is dated to the twenty-first century of the pre-Un calendar, 
pursuant to synchronised calibration with the great atomic clocks of 
Un. The discovery of The Picture of an Unian has posed many new 
questions within the field of Unian Studies. 


Identity of the Unian depicted 


Similar to other extant Unian visual depictions such as The Four 
Unians, the identity of the Unian specimen depicted in The Picture 
of an Unian is not known. That being said, there are theories that 
posit various indicators of the depicted Unian’s social attributes. 
They are: the ‘lord theory’ and ‘outsider theories’. 


The ‘lord theory’ posits that the Unian depicted in The Picture of an 
Unian is an important member of the “three-arrows-in-circle” culture, 
specifically the lord of the site it was found at. Proponents of this 
theory often cite the picture’s presence inside inside the inner 
sanctum of a “three-arrows-in-circle” cultural site as evidence, 
claiming that only artefacts important to the “three-arrows-in-circle” 
culture would be placed there. If accurate, this would be the first 
known depiction of a member of the “three-arrows-in-circle” culture 
identified. 


The ‘outsider theories’ are united in their counter-argument to the 
aforementioned ‘lord theory’, and posit that the Unian depicted in 
The Picture of an Unian is instead a member of an unknown 
separate cultural group that has interacted with the “three-arrows-in- 
circle” culture. Proponents of this theory are quick to highlight the 
lack of the “three-arrows-in-circle” rune in the Unian specimen’s 
attire. Instead, an undecipherable rune is identified on its attire — 
presumably denoting the depicted Unian’s cultural group. 


That being said, as the term ‘outsider theories’ suggest, there are 
multiple factions that advocate a distinct persona for the depicted 
Unian. Some examples of the pluralism of the ‘outsider theories’ 
include a captive from a hostile culture, a candidate for marriage into 
the “three-arrows-in-circle” culture, or even a deity revered by the 
“three-arrows-in-circle” culture. 


Sounds of the Unian 


The most distinctive feature of The Picture of an Unian is its capacity 
to generate sound waves in response to visual stimuli transmitted 
into the picture. The means the visual depiction does so is not 
known to conventional methods, rendering it an incredible trait to Un 
Culture Exploration Society. To date, contemporary research into 
natural processes are unable to offer an explanation for this 
phenomenon. This is perhaps indicative that the myth of pre-Un 
Un’s primitiveness is indeed a myth, or at least for the Unian “three- 
arrows-in-circle” culture. 


To date, this incredible trait is only seen in The Picture of an Unian. 
Prevailing theories to explain the trait’s uniqueness range from a 
novelty item, a prototype, to a specification intended by its unknown 
creator(s). Unlike the theories surrounding the identity of the Unian 
depicted in The Picture of an Unian, there has not yet been any 
factionalism regarding the theories surrounding The Picture of an 
Unian’s generation of sound waves. 


Of note, the intensity of sound waves generated by The Picture of 
an Unian increases when an observer is nearing it. These results 
were reproduced in over one hundred experiments, involving a 
unique species native to Orion Arm in each iteration. Thus, the 
sound waves are believed to a response upon the sight of non- 


Unian species. The presence of a live Unian specimen would be 
beneficial to verify such a theory, although a live Unian needs to be 
recovered or cloned first. Until then, this will make do. 


While it is within reason that the sound waves generated might 
possess semiotic function, there is no means to verify or disprove it. 
The Solidarity textual memetic carrier, while hypothetically a 
plausible solution, has no effect on sound waves transmitted. 


Physiology of the Unian 


With no extant fossil or physical remnant of any Unians to be found, 
Unian Studies have long relied on visual depictions to gain some 
manner of insight into areas such as Unian physiology. 


The Picture of an Unian offers a noteworthy contribution to the 
understanding of Unian physiology, verifying the existence of an 
upper torso in the Unian’s physiology. The existence of the upper 
torso (and appendages) would allow Unians to manipulate objects 
and modify the surroundings, leading to the numerous ruins across 
Un and its abandoned colonies. 


Most other extant Unian visual depictions such as The Four Unians 
simply comprise of the head, which is presumably an ancestral form 
of the Unian species. This theory is highly probable, as it aligns with 
the evolutionary patterns of 75% of sapient species native to Orion 
Arm. Unlike the previous two aspects that are heavily debated upon, 
there is minimal debate among the scientific community over the 
evolutionary patterns of the Unian species. 


After all, it is only natural for all sapient life to begin existence from 
the head. The entities once native to Un cannot be any different. 


The Playful Beast 


“Hello, could you please tell me where the Site Director’s office is?” 
asked Junior Researcher Takeru Toshida from two men dressed as 
Greek hoplites. He was familiar with the protocols that were in effect 
in Provisional Containment Zone Delta-3, but he was taken aback by 
the quality of the costumes. “I’m new he... What happened to your 
arm?!” 


“This guy happened to stare right into the eyes of Medusa,” said 
Agent Wilkins, revealing his comrade’s left arm that was yet to 
recover from being turned into stone. “We got these for a reason,” 
he added, pointing to his mirrored shield. 


“Well, pardon me for not having a PhD in ancient mythology,” said 
Agent Robertson. “In my defence, | was transferred to the Greco- 
Roman team only because Todd was bitten in the arse by last 
Monday’s chimera.” 


“Sorry for teasing you, rookie. Fortunately, we triumphed even 
without your help,” said Wilkins cheerfully as he cleaned up the slain 
monster’s blood from his spear. 


“Looks like one hell of a job you have here,” said Takeru, 
reconsidering his career plans. 


“It's not as dangerous as it seems,” said Wilkins. “I mean, when we 
first discovered this skip, it rampaged nearby towns regularly and 
took out Agents like there was no tomorrow. Still, we had no 
casualties since poor Vladislav last year.” 


“What happened to him?” asked Takeru. 


“Oh, | remember that one,” said Robertson. “The battle wasn’t going 
exactly by the book, and then Vlad got the idea to bring a machine 
gun.” 


“The Procedures clearly say that only period-accurate weaponry can 
be used. He can’t blame anyone else for getting burned alive by the 
dragon. It spared all defeated Agents who played by rules,” said 
Wilkins as life returned to all of Robertson’s fingers. “I’m starting to 
believe that it killed all those civilians just to make a righteous hero 
to come and save the day. Now it enjoys all these historical battles 
we are staging to the fullest. That’s why it appears more and more 
often and even developed new forms when the original Oni-dragon 
duo got boring.” 


“Aren't there any way to kill it to death so it will die for real?” 
wondered Takeru. 


“| doubt that’s possible. It does not seem to be your average 
monster. I’d rather call it an embodiment of a concept. Like the 
playful little sister of that damned lizard. You can’t kill a concept with 
weapons. But you can find out its rules and learn to live together 
with it. That’s how we contain SCP-2301.” 


Three months later 


Takeru Toshida was staring out the window of his tiny office when 
the alarm went off. He sprang off his chair and ran outside to 
witness the battle that was about to unfold. A Banzai-type 
Manifestation Event was something he always looked forward. 


He knew that joining the Foundation and getting assigned to this 
Site was probably the most badass job one could get with a master’s 
degree in history (if we rule out being Indiana Jones as too 
unrealistic). Still, he was rather bored. They were out in the boonies. 
To make it even worse, that cursed Director confiscated and 
transported off-site all fiction books and movies from the 
Containment Zone (including his treasured manga and anime 
collection) to see if it keeps SCP-2301 from getting any new ideas. 
Since then, his sole source of entertainment was watching the 
battles from a safe distance. 


Takeru has never seen this form of SCP-2301 before. It manifested 
as a Japanese schoolgirl wielding an oversized glowing sword. She 
was wearing her crimson hair in twin tails. Five Agents looked at her 


from a distance, contemplating their cunning plans. 


Agent Wong tried to take out SCP-2301 using Amakakeru Ryu no 
Hirameki, the ultimate technique of the Hiten-Mitsurugi style. He 
wisely decided to shout the name of the attack right before starting it 
to boost its power, but ended up missing with it since he focused on 
the correct pronunciation instead of the move itself. She gave him a 
contemptuous look and swept him away with a single blow. “Why 
didn’t | try Shinobazuho Ikasazukorosazu instead?” he asked 
himself before passing out. 


Agents Alvaro and Martinez stepped forward shouting “Wasshoi,” 
and bowed to their opponent. SCP-2301 seemed to appreciate their 
attempt at proper etiquette. Alvaro tried to land a hit using the 
Scattered Flash Slash technique while Martinez distracted the girl 
with Serious Consecutive Side Hops. 


The onlookers were amazed by the spectacular display of speed, as 
the Agents moved quickly enough to leave multiple indistinguishable 
afterimages. Of course that was impossible in the framework of 
normalcy, but SCP-2301 had a habit of lending a fraction of its 
reality bending capabilities to its opponents, possibly for the sole 
purpose of seeking sheer awesomeness. 


However quickly the attackers circled around SCP-2301, it took her 
a total of two kicks to get rid them. “You know these moves are from 
a parody series, right?” she said and stuck her tongue out. “Idiots,” 
she added and covered her face by her palm. 


The two remaining Agents opted for a tactical retreat, arguing 
whether they should use the Escher Topology Attack or the Seven- 
Plus-Two Strong Super Suction Saver. The spectators exchanged 
tense looks. At that time Takeru has already realized what went 
wrong. /f you want to defeat SCP-2301 in a battle, it is of no 
importance how precise you moves are or how many the times they 
folded the steel of your katana. It could kill us all if it wanted any 
time. To keep it occupied, we must offer quality entertainment. 
Takeru confidently approached the prideful girl. He had no martial 
arts skills or combat training. But he had the heart of a true warrior. 


It wasn’t his job, but he decided to take SCP-2301 head on anyway. 


He took up the stance he remembered so vividly from his childhood. 
He put his hands together, forming a cup with them. Am / really 
doing this? he hesitated for a second. Then he mustered up the 
courage to continue. “KAAAA,” he yelled. The onlookers started 
wondering who he was and what he was doing. SCP-2301 raised an 
eyebrow curiously.