recursal/SCP-RECURSAL huggingface dataset:
A fragment of expunged video data.

Agent ██ ██: Hey! New guy!
Agent Luthor Chameleon: Huh? I-I don't know a-anything about the GOC!
Agent ██ ██: What? I was going to get you a position at research because you're doing a good job.
Agent Luthor Chameleon: Uh… Oh, yeah, sure.

Director ███ █: Hey, new guy!
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: [Waking up] This-this is agent Chameleon of the PHYSICS dep… Huh? No, it's not what-
Director ███ █: You still in your dreams, rookie? You're getting a promotion, boy.
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: …Wait, already?

Researcher ██ █: Wow, you're a Class-B already?
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: Um… Yeah.
Researcher ██ █: Man, I envy you. Don't forget me! We first started our jobs on the same day, remember?
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: Uh, sure…
[Researcher ██ █ leaves]
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: Shit… I want to go home… When's my evac…
[Video data unretrievable. Sobbing continues for █ minutes, then a voice.]
Unidentifiable: Fuck it, I'm telling everything.

Dr. Charles Anne-Borough: About your GOC case…
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: [With a wide grin] Yes, sir? Oh… About that, I'll be honest; I'm actually a-
Dr. Charles Anne-Borough: Your research worked on the GOC, and we've won. So, you're promoted.
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: ….What?

O5-8: Thanks to your exploits against the GOC and [DATA UNRETRIEVABLE], you are now appointed the Director of Site-2257.
Researcher Luthor Chameleon: [Faints]
O5-8: Woah, this pal must have been too happy.

O5-1: "The Silent".
Male, European, French descent. Appears to be about 45 years old. Only a fragment of information that he used to be a Foundation researcher remains. All other information is expunged.
He frequently shows up on official situations, but rarely talks. He always expresses signs of discomfort or fear. Reports show that this is an expression of the boredom to our reality. If this is the case, those expressions are the clearest expression of emotion that he has ever made.
No one knows if he is an anomalous entity, a regular person, or an enhanced human. He is the most secluded out of all the O5 council members.

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O5-3: Well, O-O5-1, but this is…
O5-1: What was that?
O5-3: Eek! N-n-n-nothing, sir. I must have made a mistake…
[Some time after the Council meeting is over]
O5-1: …Fuck… I'm changing my underwear…
0404SITE82AB1
We sit on the bed. It's a simple iron frame and a comfortable mattress.
The room is quiet.
They see nothing unusual on the CCTV.
I run my hand down his face.
It's going to be okay, Blake. I'm here. I'm always here.
Nobody else is going to treat you like I do.
I'll always be here. Don't worry about them.
He lays on my lap. A single tear runs down his face. He stares at my face.
You're such a piece of shit. I hate you.
His hand reaches and lays on my chest. I smile.
I know. Jackass.
I reach down and kiss his neck. He sighs.
What would I do without you, Blake? I think I'd be dead.
I can see he's torn. I know this is right. He thinks this is wrong.
I… I have shit to do. I can't be late again.
Make an excuse. I don't get to see you enough. I'm stuck in here all the damn time.
I know, but-
No buts. If you really cared about me, you'd stay.
He falls silent, clinging to my side.
We sit there for a moment.
I'm aware of what I'm saying, of course.
But it doesn't stop me. I know what I must do.
It's for their benefit, really. They just can't see it. They won't, or can't.
He'll make the right decision. I know he will.
I'll… I'll find an excuse.
Good. I knew you'd make the right decision. I love you, Blake. You're… really good to me. And it's a better time than the dangerous SCPs, right?
A short chuckle escapes him.
My hand reaches down to caress his side, and to search his pockets.
I s'pose.
Besides. It's not like you have anyone else.
He coughs. Looks left, then right, glancing at the control panel window.
Wait. What time is it? A-ah, fuck… I really, REALLY gotta go, just… I'm sorry, please don't-
It's fine. Truly. Go ahead and do what you must do. I'll be stuck in here by myself. Thanks for that.
…
I'll see you later.
I- I hav-
I said, I'll see you later.
…goodbye, Lilly.
by Ethagon

Item #: SCP-173
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
Description: Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.
Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.
The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.

« SCP-172 | SCP-173 | SCP-174 »
Overview and Responsibilities
List of Staff Members

The Fishing Team is the branch of the SCP Wiki concerned with organizing fishing excursions, exhibiting staff's fishing trophies and assuring fishing rules are respected on-site. More specifically, the Fishing Team's responsibilities are:

Organizing fishing contests (such as 6kon1).
Keeping up to date the Herringtage Collection.
Assuring the fishing regulations are respected on-site and off-site by site members.
Featuring on the front page of piscine-related works.
Allowing wiki members to breathe outside of water.
Finding, investigating and AHT-banning members of the SPC Wiki.

If you have any questions or concerns, please inquire in #harbour17 or message a member of the team.

Captain
stormbreath
First Mate
OptimisticLoach-io
Deckhands
Elenee FishTruck
Fishish
Fish^12
LordStonefish
LORDXVNV
Vivarium2
Hubs
Crabsandra_Prime
NebulousStarfish
Flounderhouse
Squidartha Alonne
Stormfishen
Adfin Contacts
Zyn's fish
Zyn's other fish
Inactive/Reserve Staff Members
Mr. Fish

If there are issues with this page, please contact a member of the Minnow and Algae Staff Team (MAST).

Footnotes
1. Sixth Koi Contest
2. As a lighthouse, Vivarium serves as HQ for the Fishing Team.
BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
All Foundation personnel are required to heed this warning. This message takes priority over all other containment protocols and procedures.

OPEN THIS FILE IMMEDIATELY

WARNING: A ZK-CLASS "REALITY-FAILURE" SCENARIO IS IMMINENT DUE TO SCP-001 ACTIVITY

Attention all personnel of the SCP Foundation:
Effective immediately, all information regarding SCP-001 is declassified. All efforts to maintain the Veil are to cease, and resources directed towards containment of SCP-001. Containment Procedures for Safe-Class and non-hostile Euclid-Class objects are no longer considered a priority, and are to cease so that all personnel may focus on SCP-001. All Thaumiel-Class objects reserved for use in the event of an XK-Class "End-of-the-World" Scenario are to be deployed immediately. All Mobile, Stationary, and Special Task Forces are being moved to "active" status. All emergency treaties and cease-fires with Groups of Interest 004 (Church of the Broken God), 011 (Global Occult Coalition), 012 (Marshall Carter and Dark), 019 (Serpent's Hand), and 102 (Unusual Incidents Unit) are now in effect and must be observed by Foundation personnel. For specific instructions staff are advised to contact their supervisors, who will receive detailed information from Site-01.
Four hours ago, the O5 Council received credible information that confirmed the following:

An SCP-001 instance ("Author-Entity") has breached reality and entered the Noosphere.

The instance is making preparations to initiate a ZK-Class "Reality-Failure" Scenario.

These preparations cannot conclude without the presence of 2 other SCP-001 instances.

There is a >95% chance of 2 additional instances appearing within the next 24 hours.

There is a possibility that Foundation intervention can delay or suspend these preparations.

The O5 Council determined this threat to be both universal in scope and existential in severity. By unanimous vote, the O5 Council has declared that the universe is in a state of emergency. Judgement day has arrived everyone. I don't know what will happen, but I do know this: We will not go quietly.
O5-1

Conwell
Today at 5:18 PM

https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com fell below deletion threshold, need two witnesses

Vivarium
Today at 5:24 PM

Witnessed

Jerden
Today at 5:26 PM

Witness

Conwell
Today at 5:27 PM

Cool beans

Jerden
Today at 5:29 PM

I can't get wikidot to load for some reason

Vivarium
Today at 5:29 PM

TawnyOwlJones
Today at 5:30 PM

@ADMIN this is urgent

Conwell
Today at 5:30 PM

hey Tawny, what's up?

TawnyOwlJones
Today at 5:31 PM

Conwell, someone deleted the wiki.
Like, the entire wiki.

Conwell
Today at 5:31 PM

…

Conwell
Today at 5:32 PM
Perhaps this may be a mirage
of a madman driven to the edge.
But perhaps a well placed barrage
may finally break the pre-cracked pledge.
Reader, should there be any.
Please do not let my ideals fall
but let them rise again and conduct the ferry
of war and fire, break down their wall.
Bring them to justice, answer the call.
If all is well then why must so many die
to their sick, sadistic vices?
Their hesitant insistence, all of it lies!
And yet they spit them out like geysers!
If we allow this to continue
all will fall to their desires.
So, I plea good reader, find it in you.
take down these liars.
I can hear them nearing now.
So my time is short.
A laser dot as they take a bow.
And now I question all I was taught.
They Found Me!
⚠︎: ⬤⬤|⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤|⬤⬤|⬤
    

#⬤

#⬤⬤

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~⬤⬤⬤

#⬤⬤⬤

#⬤⬤⬤⬤
We die in the dark so you may live in the light,
The losses are just another step.
Sometimes I question if this is the righteous fight,
Or is immorality another thing that must accept?
Except I don't think I'd be able to,
If it wasn't on my head.
I wish there was something I could do,
To help those who wound up dead.
For the safety of humanity,
Secure, Contain, Protect.
But for all the unnecessary casualties,
Is there nothing I can reject?
The betterment of humanity comes last,
If there truly is any.
The forgotten ones from a tragedy long past,
So will they ever treat us fairly?
Is there truly any difference,
Between them and us.
Are we people or a mere hindrance?
I'd better form a plan then.
To show those above what power we hold.
The monster and madness,
Shut behind a keyhole.
The depression and the sadness,
Soon the truth must be told.
Good evening.
If you're reading this, we've taken notice of your concern and/or sympathy for a certain infamous member of the custodial staff.
I don't mean to imply that such sentiment isn't commendable; quite the opposite. Nor am I at liberty to justify why he must face such abuse. That information is above your clearance level.
Here's what little I am able to tell you:

1. Hank doesn't usually mind.
2. If he does, it's his own fault.
3. Though he's no threat to anyone now, he has a history of extremely questionable deeds and remains unrepentant.

If it's not in you to go out and bully someone, then don't. You have no obligation to that effect. But for God's sake, "leave Hank alone" is not the hill you want to die on.
Let it go. That's an order.
Regards,
Agatha Sykes, Department of Other
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Footnotes
1. A brick
2. Tactical Theology
Memetics Division
Antimemetics Division
3. TOOTH FAIRIES
4. A cicada covered in teeth
A group of six teeth wander a plastic case
a bag of white powder
5. a fake moon
SIRI, a young woman in her early 20s
6. Iris
7. MC&D
The Hand
Vince McMahon and the WWE
Insurgency
8. Dr. Yelkov
9. Ivadente
Transcribed and translated from Bathynomus basatanus sign language by Archivist K'pihsi.

The eons of peace following our awakening ended with the advent of the Metal Weavers. When they first descended in their iron shells, we prayed it would be the last time. Yet time and time again they came, bringing the accursed light with them. "These are surely the End Times," we each said to ourselves. For we all knew that one day the light would descend from the void above and scour the earth clean. We hoped that the end would come swiftly.
One day, three sisters happened upon a seal carcass. However, their feast was disrupted by the Metal Weavers' sudden appearance. The sisters tried to flee, but this only attracted the bright ones' attention, for although we look similar to our silent cousins, they do not know to fear the light as we do. The youngest one fell behind and was captured. They took her to the surface, beyond our reach. Once there, the bright ones tore her apart. We could do nothing but shudder in horror as her torment echoed through our minds.
We could not afford to ignore this atrocity. A shamanic council was called at the seamounts, the first of its kind in many generations. For three years the shamans fasted, praying to the Allmother for guidance. At long last, an answer came.
If a brother is consumed by a fish, we may take comfort. For all life returns to us when its time comes. But the bright ones had taked our sister into the void beyond the surface, forever removed from the cycle. For this abomination, they would be treated like all such blasphemers, and their flesh given in offering to the Allmother. The Metal Weavers had cut down one of our own. We would respond in kind.
The shamans prepared an altar in the shallows while they waited for the bright ones to appear. After many hours a light brighter than any they had seen before rose above them. The shamans desperately shielded their burning eyes from it. Not long after, the Metal Weavers appeared. The demons were a countless horde, and some of the shamans feared that it may be impossible to perform their charge. But they persisted, and seized four of the creatures that had strayed from the mass.
The bright ones were far larger than they were. They fought fiercely, and the shamans struggled to hold them in their claws. But the bright ones were few, and they were many. They dragged the demons below to the altar they had made. They cut them apart like the bright ones had cut our sister. And the Allmother was pleased with their offering.
The Metal Weavers have not ignored our retaliation. They have reappeared many times since, and have taken dozens of our brothers and sisters hostage. Some of us would cower in fear, telling us that we should seek refuge somewhere the bright ones cannot reach. But the shamans tell us to take heart. For each one of us they cut down, the bright ones shall be repaid tenfold.
This the Allmother commands. Amen.