The thought, of her mild flu skipped over her mind, though, as she 
looked over the containment room with a small frown. Two girls, 
aged five and four, according to their medical records, sat on the 
floor and scribbled on the bare white tile with the crayons they’d 
been provided. It would have been something of a charming scene, 
were it not for the fact that all but the ceiling and the walls above 
their limited reach were already covered with a thick layer of wax 
and dye, and as they drew they did not blink nor stop to admire their 
work, nor did they stop humming. 


Doctor Gears stood silently and impassively beside her, observing, a 
notepad in hand and pen at the ready. 


“Whenever you’re ready to begin, Doctor Weston.” 


*Yes, sir.” She said, voice shaking slightly. It was always more than 
slightly intimidating when it came time to report the study of an SCP 
to the senior staff. “Designation SCP-9005. SCP-9005 can be 
divided into two distinct parts. The song, and those it affects, divided 
into, respectively, SCP-9005-1 and SCP-9005-2.” She tried to keep 
her tone as clinical and detached as possible, although she still 
spoke with great interest. 


This was, after all, her assignment, and you didn’t spend a month 
observing something without becoming a little attached to it. 


“SCP-9005-1 is a song recorded on a standard US Cassette tape, 
unmarked, of unknown origin. The song itself is an instrumental 


piece of upbeat music, and was recovered in a-“ She checked her 
notes, even though she knew the facts backward and forwards by 
heart. “-day care center. While SCP-9005-1 seems to have no effect 
on individuals who are either pubescent or adult, repeated exposure 
of children to SCP-9005-1 has a memetic effect on the children, now 
referred to as SCP-9005-2.” 


She paused, looking at the girls in the room. They had nearly 
finished their artwork, only a few square feet of the floor still left 
bare, and it was disappearing rapidly. 


“SCP-9005-2 seem to be physically unchanged, and remain, in this 
case, healthy and normal children, although extended tests to see if 
the effect stays or fades with age will be required. There is a very 
strong mental effect, as you can see- SCP-9005-2 seem to be... 
attempting to create a new environment, using whatever it available. 
They will rearrange plants and furniture for scenery, or use art 
supplies to...unm...draw themselves a setting. 


“The purpose of SCP-9005-1 is unknown, but judging from the 
results, one could assume that it is perhaps a memetically encoded 
message. All examples of SCP-9005-2 seem to be trying to convey 
the same environment, with whatever means are available to them. 
That’s not to say that they can’t be prevented from working. 
SCP-9005-2 still regularly stop to eat and use the restroom...and 
there are regular cycles in which the effects of SCP-9005 seem to 
fade, such as when there are no supplies available, or if the supplies 
cannot be handled with safety. 


“Subjects designated...subjects eight and twelve here are siblings 
from the day care center. They have been provided with several 
boxes of crayons with which to work. And as you can see, despite 
their age and experience levels...they have managed to create a 
nearly photorealistic 360-degree image of the environment.” She 
looked into the room. One of the girls had stopped drawing, and was 
quietly sitting, singing wordlessly to herself the same gentle, 
repeating tune, while the other was scribbling in the last few details 
with the remaining nub of her crayon. 


“And SCP-9005-1 only has this effect with the original recording?” 
Gears asked, and she nodded. 


Incident Report 932-02: 


Date: 29/06/1998 
Location: Site-09, Biological Division, South Wing, 
#03-02 


(14.00.23) Research Assistant Byantara prepares to 
enter containment chamber for weekly vacuuming. He 
appears to mumble under his breath, body language 
shows apprehension. Records show that Byantara was a 
new-hire and had little experience with SCPs. 


(14.00.57) 510 Hz tone plays, Byantara is given the all- 
clear. SCP-932 become visible. 


(14.01.18) Byantara turns on vacuum cleaner and enters 
containment chamber. SCP-932-01 through 06 
immediately turn to face him and slowly move towards 
his direction. He appears startled by this reaction, quickly 
waving the vacuum cleaner around him in an attempt to 
keep SCP-932 at bay. 


(14.03.01) SCP-932-03 tackles Byantara's legs from 
behind, causing him to collapse. The other SCP-932 
individuals leap on him and keep him down on the floor, 
apparently initiating a feeding event. Byantara is visibly 
struggling under the combined weight of SCP-932, 
accidentally disconnecting the speaker's plug with his 
kicking feet. SCP-932 are now invisible. 


(14.03.13) Site security alerted, and observational 
cameras are switched to IR mode. The members of 
SCP-932 are still feeding. 


(14.03.50) Site security arrive, but are told not to enter 
the containment chamber until the feed from the IR 
camera is loaded onto their HUDs. 


(14.05.48) Research Assistant Byantara ceases 
movement. IR feed shows the pack of SCP-932 lose 
interest and leave his body. 5 members of site security 


“We’ve conducted additional testing with recordings of the original, 
as well as vocal or synthesized versions, with no effect. Similarly, 
the only children that were not affected in the original day care were 
hearing-impaired. One of the unaffected did have a cochlear 
implant, but seemed to have no effects.” 


“And the age range of SCP-9005-2?” 


“The range of subjects currently goes from three years of age to ten. 
Once puberty starts for the individual they are rendered immune, 
and no children under the age of three have been exposed.” 


Doctor Gears was silent, and Evelyn held her breath. Finally, he 
spoke again. 
“And do the effects fade with separation from SCP-9005-1 ?” 


“No, sir, they seem to be permanent once started.” He nodded, was 
quiet for a few more moments, writing down a short note...and then 
without a word, he left. Evelyn sighed in relief. No response was a 
good response, when it came from Doctor Gears. Turning to the 
observation window, she looked at the girls. 


They stood, longingly staring at the ceiling and walls where they 
couldn’t reach, singing to themselves for a few minutes more before 
going quiet and sitting down, looking tired and listless. 


Evelyn’s stomach gurgled, and she cursed softly, heading to the 
ladies’ room. No more coffee, she swore. 


lt was later that week she discovered her pregnancy, and in what 
seemed, to Evelyn, to be no time at all, she was off on maternity 
leave, singing a little pink bundle of colic to sleep every night. She 
never thought, in her sleepless state, about the tune, a soft upbeat 
melody, that she hummed to her daughter to calm her. 

It was, after all, just a song that had gotten stuck in her head. 

And it calmed little Emily Weston down. 

Three Years Later 


Evelyn missed her family, but she tried not to think about it too 


much. She still got to see her daughter, every other weekend, and it 
seemed unfair that it was all the time the courts ruled she could 
have, but she would take what she could get. Besides, her ex- 
husband was a kind man, and an excellent father, and his wife a 
wonderful and attentive mother. More than Evelyn, who would 
become obsessed and lost in her work at times, could say. 


Still, she missed her little girl, Emily, the sweet child, especially now 
that she’d missed the past month of visits because of work. Emily 
was her life when she had weekends off, though, even if the little girl 
was plagued with nightmares and demanded, often times loudly, to 
be sung to sleep at night, her mother always obliged. 


But now...now she was trapped in work. Evelyn sighed deeply as 
she poured over pages of reports on a new SCP, designation 8776. 
She swore, she’d never figure out how this damn numbering system 
worked. 


Looking up at the clock, hoping that it was almost time to go, she 
couldn’t stop a small yelp from escaping as she found Gears 
standing in her office, stock still and silent as a ghost. She hadn't 
heard him come in. 


“'..Doctor Weston.” 


“...Hello Doctor Gears.” She said, rubbing her face. How 
embarrassing. “What can | do you for, Sir?” He took a seat and held 
out a file to her, one emblazoned with the numbers 9005 in bold 
stencil. She cautiously took the file, for a second wondering if this 
was some mistake she had made years ago when she had been 
part of the 9005 team. “What’s this about?” 


“We are decommissioning SCP-9005-1 officially, and it was 
proposed that, as the original lead researcher, you would prefer to 
look over all the data to make sure that there is nothing missed, in 
your opinion.” 


She nodded. A formality then, as she opened the folder and started 
to skim. The effect had never faded away from the children, it 
seemed, and she frowned at that. Even if those children had just 
been subjects, bound by a force beyond their control, she still felt 


bad for them, and she skimmed along further, not truly reading but 
thinking about children and Emily. She would be about the right age 
now... 


Then, she stopped, and stared. 


Doctor Gears, inhumanly perceptive as it was, stood. “Doctor 
Weston, is something wrong?” 


She didn’t answer, instead she dropped the file, letting the paper’s 
scatter, and was power walking out the door of her office as she 
pulled out her cell phone. Doctor Gears took the time to carefully 
reorganize the papers and place them back in the file. He did not 
give chase, at least. 


“Hello, Bob Weston speaking.” 
“Bobby!” 


“Evelyn? Hey, | was just about to call you. | know that you’ve been 
busy, lately, but... wanted you to come see Emily this week, rather 
than next, if you can make it. There’s something...important that we 
need to talk about.” 


Evelyn’s face went pale as she kept walking hastily towards the 
garage, flashing her badge at the guard and running to her car. 


*What? What is it? Is there something wrong with Emily?” 


“Maybe it’s better to talk in person. It is a really recent development, 
and they psychologist says that it’s too soon to tell if there’s anything 
wrong, developmentally-“ 


"T’'ll be there in an hour.” 


“Eve, what’s wro-?” She hung up, started her car, and peeled off, 
thanking God that she didn’t live that far away, and what distance 
between the base and town was all unmarked, rarely patrolled 
country highway. 


Doctor Gears, satisfied with the papers all in order again, proceeded 
to read quickly through the file, finding the page and paragraph she 


had stopped upon. If one looked closely, one could almost swear 
that he frowned. Almost. But not quite. It may have been a mild 
myoclonic twitch, or a trick of the light, most likely. 


While initial testing using the melody from SCP-9005-1 
yielded no effects, later testing showed that repeated 
exposure to just the melody from SCP-9005-1 through 
other means (vocal, instrumental, or otherwise) could 
result in SCP-9005-2 developing, albeit at a much 
decreased rate. The decreased effects took place 
between one to two years after exposure, and did not 
develop until the subject developed the proper physical 
coordination capable of manipulating the environment- 


He closed the file, and picked up the phone. 


“Secure Task Forces. | need a small team to go to Doctor Weston’s 
home, as well as the home of her ex-husband. Yes, the address 
should be in her file.” 


Evelyn prayed, hard, as she charged in through the door of her ex- 
husband’s home, looking around. Bob blinked at her, startled, before 
raising an eyebrow. 


“Eve, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a gho-* 


“Tell me, what’s wrong with Emily!” She barked, stepping right up to 
his face. 


“Whoa! Whoa...calm down. She’s just...developed some weird 
behavior, that’s all. She hasn’t been talking a lot, lately, and started 
drawing on her walls. The doctor said that it’s probably just kid stuff, 
but he wants her to come back in a few months to make sure she 
isn’t autistic or-“ Evelyn didn’t wait for an answer, and ran up the 
stairs two by two to Emily’s room. 


“Emily!” She shouted, pushing the door open...and freezing. Emily 
had been hard at work, it seemed. The little girl had even managed, 
through piles of toys and boxes and drawers, to reach her ceiling. 
The mural that covered every square inch of space in the room was 
made of a variety of materials. She saw crayons, paints, pens, 


pencils, even makeup cases scattered about, and yet it was 
horrifically detailed. 


But there was not Emily. 


She stepped into the room, cautiously, to the center, and looked 
around, an immense sense of deja-vu overcoming her. She knew 
this scene, and from the center of the room, every surface had been 
painted to give the perfect illusion that she was standing in the 
middle of it. If it weren’t for the open door, she thought, she would 
have never believed she was in a child’s room. 


It was beautiful, there was no denying that. A forest of violet trees 
with brilliant blue leaves was to one way, a bit in the distance but not 
too far at all, each branch in perfect clarity. Gray-violet grasses and 
red flowers were painted and scrawled upon the floor and the walls, 
a wide field punctuated with crimson bushes and green fruits 
hanging off a large navy-blue tree, that had been painted up and up 
onto the ceiling, it’s branches framing the light fixture, which the girl 
had painted into a red-orange sun. And the sky, oh the sky! Three 
moons, all different hues, to every side, and the sky itself was 
brilliant sunset hues of pink and yellow, with white clouds, and a 
black thunderhead far off in the distance over snow-capped 
mountains. 


“Emily!” She cried out. She’d never seen a drawing this extensive. 
She heard a faint rustling, and the giggle of a little girl, and without 
thinking she reached for the door, swinging it shut to reveal the girl 
behind it. 


Except there was nobody behind the door. 


And Evelyn felt the overwhelming sense that she had just done 
something terribly wrong. 


The effects of SCP-9005-1 seem to be culminating in 
manipulating SCP-9005-2 to complete a complete round- 
eye view of what is best described as “otherworldly 
scenery”. Once the illusion is complete, when viewed 
from the center of whatever space SCP-9005-2 had 
been manipulating, it appears to be in every single 


direction a perfect picture of the landscape, as if one 
were truly in the picture itself. The dangers of the effect 
are not fully explored, as once the illusion is perfected, 
individuals who view it in it’s entirety without any breaks 
in the scenery inexplicably cease to exist. 

Radio contact with vanished individual can be 
maintained for no more than thirty seconds, during which 
individuals equipped with transmitters describe their 
setting as a beautiful alien world, rather than just an 
image. 

It is believed to be safe to assume that the full extent of 
SCP-9005-1’s effects are, in fact, to transport individuals 
to a particular place. No testing conducted had revealed 
if this is its place of origin or simply a random location. 


She stepped back, and the door vanished from sight, hidden in the 
perfectly painted scene. Evelyn held her breath, wondering if, 
perhaps, she should not have skimmed, she should have actually 
read the report in its entirety. Then, she heard it, and turned on her 
heel. Singing, soft voices singing, and reedy instruments, in the 
distance. It was music, and she knew that music well. It was 
SCP-9005-1, clear as she’d ever heard it, although this time 
punctuated with the voices of children and other sounds.