"That's alright, just tell me what | have to do. Do | have to clear 
some files? Or authorize civilian access? Or is it something more 
simple, like just holding on to a key?" O5-13 asked, anxious to learn 
what his newfound responsibility was going to be. O5-7 smiled with 
a slight look of pity on his face as he wordlessly gestured to the 
doorway to Medical Lab 0, which was for use exclusively by the 
O5s. Standing in the doorway were two men dressed in surgical 
apparel, one holding a very important looking keyring dongle and 
another holding a very intimidating looking soldering iron. Their 
faces were expressionless as they waved him over. 


As 05-13 started to walk over to the surgeons, he started to get a 
very bad feeling about his new job. 


Forum Post: What is done with all the D-class 


bodies? (Original Post) 


O5-8 looked at his fellow Overseers in dismay. They stood at the 
doorway to O5-1's chamber, shuffling their feet and trying 
desperately to spend as much time not going in as physically 
possible. This was their least favorite part of the day, bar none, 
particularly since most of them didn't choose to be Overseers, the 
monster in the room chose them. Why it did is anyone's guess, 
though most of them felt it was because God despised them more 
than anything else. Steeling their nerves, the group opened the 
door. 


The featureless room was large but mostly empty, save for O5-1. 
Even though it was seen daily, the O5s still could barely keep 
themselves from retching whenever they looked upon the 
gargantuan mound of flesh that was crudely fashioned in the shape 
of a large infant. O5-1 looked down on his subordinates with his 
beady little eyes, barely visible underneath the folds of flabby, 
mottled skin. His sickeningly large mouth stretched wide into a grin, 
showing off each of his grotesquely sharpened teeth, stained 
crimson and yellow from decades upon decades of feeding. 


The silence that permeated the air was broken by O5-5, clearing her 
throat before addressing the monstrous titan before her. "S-sir, we 
have brought todays harvest for you." she said, pointedly avoiding 
making eye contact with 05-1. He didn't like that, after all. "Good- 
good!" shouted O5-1, his unnervingly childlike voice echoing off the 
steel walls. "| want Seven to read to me this time!" 


05-7 stepped forward, taking the list from O5-5, who gave her 
comrade a look of sorrow. O5-7 cleared his throat, and meekly 
called back to O5-9, "P-please wheel todays harvest forward so our 
b-bestest friend ever can have his dinner." O5-9 grabbed hold of the 
large crate they brought in with them and pushed it forward just 
enough for O5-1 to reach, then quickly sprinted back to the group. 
O5-1 gingerly opened the crate top and pulled out the first part of his 
meal. 


"First on the list is D-69414, killed by a sentient Crunch bar that was 
dispensed by SCP-261." 05-1 giggled with glee as it messily tore 
apart the lifeless corpse it held in its stubby little hands. "Sweet 


treats, sweet eats, sweet meats!" sang O5-1 as it ate, the gruesome 
spectacle forcing the other Od5s to turn their heads in disgust and 
horror. With one final sickening crunch, O5-1 finished the first 
corpse, and shouted, "NEXT!" 


05-7 was looking very pale as he read aloud, "Next is D-16883, 
partway transformed into a ‘flesh beast' by SCP-427 before being 
shot by security detail." O5-1 grabbed the flabby mound of skin in 
the box and hungrily tore into it, the crunch from before now 
replaced with an even more disgustingly loud squeak as the slimy 
flesh of the D-class met the razor sharp fangs of the horrendous 
abomination. It hummed happily as it slurped down the last of the 
flesh beast, then began digging into the crate again for more food. 


"F-f-finally, D-73093, mauled by SCP-682. As per your request, we 
left any skin samples and teeth in D-73093's bod-" O5-7 stopped 
abruptly to cover his ears like the rest of his group as O5-1 
screeched in absolute delight. It had been a very long time since he 
had had a taste of the indestructible lizard, and he had been missing 
the flavor! This time, O5-1 ate the body very slowly, savoring every 
tiny morsel of 682 he tasted, looking all the world like he was 
brimming with ecstasy. Thirty minutes later, O5-1 finished the last 
bite, gave one more satisfied sigh, and turned his attention to the 
rest of the O5 council. 


"This was a very good meal! | wish to sleep now, so you may all go. 
| look forward to seeing you all tomorrow, friends!" O5-1 smiled as 
his best pals in the world scrambled out the door. He closed his 
eyes, preparing to drift into a meat coated wonderland, reflecting 
upon his dinner. Hopefully next time he would get to eat a body 
soaked in 075's acid! O5-1 giggled. Truly, tomorrow was going to be 
a good day. 


Forum Post: An Idea concerning the Overseers 
(Original Post) 


"Welcome to your new position, 05-13. You have been given your 
new role because you have proven yourself worthy to know the truth 
about everything your Foundation holds. You can be trusted to keep 


the secrets that many of your kind cannot bear. You should feel 
proud. You only have one last test to pass, the test of knowing the 
truth about your own council. 


You may ask why the overseer council exists. Your assumption is 
likely that you organized yourselves in an effort to save your 
species. That you are the leaders of the last bastion of defense 
against the unknown. Perhaps you even believe you are the last 
light of protectors of a cold, unflinching universe of horrors. 


How presumptuous. 


What you and the rest of your Foundation fail to realize is that you 
are not alone, nor are you special. There are hundreds, thousands 
of other species across the cosmos who do the exact same thing 
you do: contain those anomalies that cannot be known by their race 
for fear of mass panic, for fear that knowledge of the extreme 
unknown will cause their societies to tear themselves apart. 


You play an important role, to be sure, but you do not play the only 
important role in the universe, or even in your own galaxy. In fact, on 
Earth alone there are at least four other councils much like your 
own, though you may not see be able to see them in your zone. All 
have the exact same mission: to secure, to contain, and to protect. 
And when the time comes, your councils may be able to meet and 
exchange information, to create a balanced and protected universe. 


But since that day has not come yet, all you can know is that you 
report to me. 


| have seen what happens when an entire species destroys itself out 
of fear of the unknown. 


| will not let that happen again. 
And neither will you. 
Secure. Contain. Protect." 


- OO 


Tale: 5700 Years Later (Original Post) 


1548 fled through the cosmos, fear coursing through its plasma. It 
had not even turned back once to observe what was following it, all 
it knew was the rage and hate it felt from the blue dot only grew and 
grew as the chase continued. Had the star stopped at all during its 
cowardly pursuance it might have reflected on the irony of its 
situation, but alas such a thing went unnoticed by the formerly 
Hateful Star. 


The star suddenly ground to a halt in terror as it approached what it 
only knew as The Dark Field. The star could feel the supermassive 
black holes each try to draw him in, the clusters of points of no 
return hungrily trying to devour him. Stuck between an unknown 
horror and the clawing void of a black hole, the star knew its only 
chance of escape was to try to fight its assailant. 


1548 turned to face the blue dot that pursued it endlessly, and the 
fear it felt was compounded by a new sensation: confusion. As the 
dot came into focus, the star realized it was not dealing with another 
star, or any sort of cosmic being from beyond. Transparent and blue, 
the hunting orb drew closer to 1548, and the star realized that it was 
being chased by a ghostly vision of the blue planet the miserable 
humans called Earth. 


The fear fell away and was quickly replaced with white-hot rage, 
fueled by humiliation and hatred. "ENOUGH! How aare you interrupt 
my vengeance, how dare you attempt to keep me away from my 
prize of destroying those pathetic apes!" 1548 pulsed angrily, the 
ghostly planet slowly approaching the star. "You are nothing | am to 
fear, and you have no power over me! | will destroy those disgusting 
humans, and there is not a thing you can do to stop me!" 


The ghost of Earth said nothing as it moved closer and closer to 
1548. The star remained motionless as the ghost got closer... 
closer...and passed straight through. The star laughed triumphantly. 
Of course this translucent thing couldn't hurt it, how foolish the star 
had been! It scanned the empty space in front of it, and saw the 
faintest traces of where the humans had been. Not much, but it was 
a start. 1548 focused its energies, and started to move towards that 
direction... 


...and was unable to move. The star pulled angrily against the 
unknown force that was keeping it from moving, and turned to see 
what was happening. A thin spectral tendril that extended from the 
ghostly Earth was attached to the star's core, as the planet drifted 
into The Dark Field. The star burned with anger only momentarily as 
it realized it was moving backwards, being dragged by the planet 
into the field. 


Fear, terror, horror, these words describe only the tiniest sliver of a 
fraction of what 1548 felt as it desperately tugged against the 
ghostly anchor that drew it closer and closer to the largest of the 
supermassive black holes. The ghostly planet sped up suddenly as 
the pull of the black hole dragged it into its core, and within moments 
the planet was no more. With the connection snapped from the 
extreme pressure of the black hole, 1548 tried to flee. 


The star's struggles were in vain as it swirled around the core of the 
black hole, it's continuous flashes of "NO" and "HELP ME" being 
absorbed by the vacuum. If the star could scream, it would have 
shrieked in agony as it felt its body being torn apart by the infinite 
gravity of the black hole's core. Within minutes, every remnant of the 
Hateful Star was absorbed, and all that was left was the black hole, 
unknowing of the monster it had consumed. 


Cursed 


The director of the Records and Information Security Administration 
looked at the next report on her desk. A confused frown played 
across her face. She reached for the intercom. "Nala, could you 
send a file up for me?" 


"Whenever you're ready, ma'am," the secretary replied. 
"SCP-...048? Yes, 048. | need the file as soon as possible." 
"Sending it up," Nala replied. 


The file appeared in Dr. Jones' inbox. She glanced at it briefly (the 
file being only a few lines long) and looked back at the report on her 
desk, finding the author's name. She reached for the intercom again. 
"Could you send this...Agent Valdez up for me? Thanks." She 
waited five minutes, and a knock came at her door. "Come in, 
please." 


The agent came in. "Have a seat," Dr. Jones said. "I imagine you 
know why you're here." 


"Yes, ma'am, | think | do." 


"You're going to have to explain this report, Mr. Valdez," Jones said. 
"How, exactly, are you attempting to claim that there's been a 
containment breach with SCP-048? Is this an attempt to be funny? | 
know how you junior staff like your little pranks." 


"No, ma'am, it's very serious. | believe SCP-048 has escaped 
containment and is currently infesting a new location. | believe the 
appendices speak for themselves." 


"Agent Valdez, I've read the appendices. You know that RAISA is 
not known for the same degree of...harsh punishment that other 
departments have developed a reputation for. But if you can't 


explain this away, I'm afraid your career here is over." 


"Please, Dr. Jones, let me explain. The appendices clearly reveal a 
consistent train of behavior from SCP-1022 consistent with the 
pattern demonstrated in SCP-048 before its classification as an 
SCP. If | may be allowed to go through the file?" 


"One moment, Agent Valdez. SCP-048 isn't an entity or a creature. 
It's literally just the number, a number that seems to attract junior 
researchers trying to make a name for themselves. How cana 
number escape from itself?" 


"Ma'am, | believe the evidence shows that SCP-048 is more than 
that. | believe it is some kind of actual, literal curse. And when it was 
contained through retirement of the number, it started looking for a 
way to escape. Sometime in the recent past, it did so, and it's now 
inhabiting SCP-1022. May | demonstrate?" 


Dr. Jones waved her approval. Agent Valdez flipped through the file, 
clearing his throat. "Okay, let's look at the evidence. This is one of 
the most recent entries, titled "Safety Blanket." It's a blanket that 
paralyzes its victim." 


"Right, and eats them." 
"No, that's 799. This just freezes the victim. And, um..." 
"What?" 


"Renders the victim physically indestructible. And...then teleports 
itself into a different blanket, somewhere across the world. But only 
if you don't feed it D-class personnel." 


Dr. Jones stared across the table. "You're...you're serious?" 
Agent Valdez nodded. 
"What was the actual object?" 


"It was a bunch of blankets found on some homeless people. The 
researcher didn't want to touch them, so he said they were 
‘indestructible’ and were responsible for their ‘frozen’ state. 


Apparenily, his supervisor had told him that he needed to catalog an 
SCP or face demotion, so he went out and ‘contained’ some 


‘specimens’. 
"Okay, you have my attention. Go on." 
"Exhibit two. SCP-01022." 

"Why the extra zero?" 


"| think it's the curse. Either way, the entity is, and I'm quoting here, 
‘a young male in his early teens. SCP-01022 hair is a dark brown, 
whilst his eyes are a greyish-blue shade, and he's of average height 
and build. His only discerning physical feature are the large circular 
scars on his abdomen.’ The kid supposedly had a bunch of 
Australian animal DNA in his bloodstream. We found him in a coma, 
and we were supposedly 'containing'’ him on a cot." 


"Wait, but what was his real problem?" 


Agent Valdez looked at his boss. "He was a kid in a coma. That was 
it. The researcher didn't even fake the blood tests, he just made up 
a story about how he had animal blood in his veins. He even added 
a note at the bottom about how the kid should be in a hospital 
instead of contained." 


"What was that supposed to gain him?" 


"| have no idea. Points for humility? Either way, the kid was putin a 
hospital, and the number was left vacant." 


Dr. Jones nodded. "What else do you have?" 

"The Door to Forever." 

Dr. Jones stared ahead, her mouth agape. 

"I'm serious,” Valdez said. "It's called "The Door to Forever'." 


Dr. Jones lay her face into her palms. Through her hands, she said 
"Okay, go on." 


The form and nature of the hallucination varies depending on 
subject. The only common element is the disturbing and unpleasant 
nature of the hallucinations, focusing on the subject's phobias and 
neuroses. 


Addendum A: The subject is invariably highly motivated to be 
removed from SCP-825, and will go to great lengths to avoid repeat 
application. When SCP-825 is removed, the subject remains 
physically unharmed, although — depending on the duration and 
nature of the exposure — may suffer from PTSD or mental 
breakdown. Frequent prolonged exposure results in total mental 
breakdown and insanity. 


Experimental Log: Please include subject ID and any pertinent 
biographical or psychological information as well as test results. All 
tests are of a duration of 30 minutes unless otherwise stated. 


All subjects whose psychological profile indicates distinctive 
paranoias, phobias, or neuroses are earmarked as potential 
SCP-825 subjects. 


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