Item #: SCP-5525
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: In accordance with GOC Resolution 206 and Overseer Mandate BINGO FREMONT, the Foundation is responsible for maintaining the underwater blockade around SCP-5525. Enforcement of the blockade is assigned to Naval Task Force Chi-11 ("Neptune's Nightmare"), consisting of 12 Cerberus-class submarines1 and the support ships SCPS Lunatic Leap and SCPS Daring Dash, with additional fire support from the GOC surface combat vessels Iron Hand and Silver Fist. Chi-11 is tasked with preventing any other vessels, including those of the Foundation or allied Groups of Interest, from approaching within fifteen nautical miles of the outer perimeter of SCP-5525. Chi-11 is authorized to use all force necessary to dissuade, interdict, or destroy vessels attempting to enter or exit this containment zone.
Any modifications to the parameters of the blockade around SCP-5525, aside from those related to force composition, require the approval of the GOC Council of 108 and the Foundation Overseer Council. In emergency situations, provisional modifications may be approved by a jointly-issued order of Assistant Director "Telemachus" and O5-03.
At this time, the Office of the Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition is engaged in diplomatic talks with representatives of the United States Government in an attempt to negotiate the return of all artifacts removed from SCP-5525 prior to the establishment of current containment procedures.
Description: SCP-5525 is the ruins and remains of a city constructed approximately 6000 years ago by a species of alternative hominids (provisionally classified as Homo sapiens aquarius, codeword designation AQUARIAN DISCO). AQUARIAN DISCO possessed a heavily insular but scientifically advanced civilization, with technologies far beyond the current human state-of-the-art. One or more items of paratechnology employed by AQUARIAN DISCO is known to be responsible for the destruction of their civilization and the transportation of SCP-5525 to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Despite its current location, large sections of the structure remain airtight and capable of supporting human life.
Further information about the culture and technology of AQUARIAN DISCO is classified L5/5525.
In 1944, SCP-5525 was discovered by the submarine USS Dragonet during its initial shakedown cruise. At the time, the sailors aboard Dragonet mistakenly recorded the structure as a natural underwater feature in the ship's log. Later examination of the submarine's logs by naval intelligence officers uncovered inconsistencies between reported observations and recorded data, which prompted a mission to examine the area more closely using a surface trawler. Sonar readings taken by this trawler revealed the extent of SCP-5525, and confirmed that it was not a natural structure; further operations involving SCP-5525 were thereupon transferred to the Department of Defense Paranatural Warfare Command2, and all information regarding the structure was classified.
The Pentagram performed a number of surveys of SCP-5525 in the period between 1944 and 1963, although no attempts were made to explore the interior of the structure, owing to its extreme depth. In 1963, an attempt was made to reach SCP-5525 by USS Thresher, resulting in the loss of the submarine with all crew. After this, no further attempts were made to explore SCP-5525 until 1979.
In 1979, the Pentagram took ownership of the DSRV-3 Merlin, a deep sea submersible outfitted with numerous paratechnologies that would allow it to operate safely and secretly at extreme depths, including that of SCP-5525. Following initial operations where it was used to excavate several wrecks from the Seventh Occult War, Merlin was retasked for use in exploring SCP-5525. Merlin succeeded in reaching the structure and gaining access, whereupon the Pentagram began a major archeological operation aimed at finding and recovering any remaining functional artifacts. Based on what is known of AQUARIAN DISCO technology, any objects recovered by the Pentagram would likely be considered Thaumiel-class artifacts if possessed by the Foundation3.
The Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition became aware of SCP-5525 and the Pentagram's activities following the destruction of St. Jeremiah4, which resulted from the inadvertent activation of an AQUARIAN DISCO artifact during an attempt to remove it from the structure. In simultaneous emergency sessions, the Overseer Council and the Council of 108 both agreed on the necessity of preventing further access to SCP-5525, and the desirability of recovering the artifacts that had already been removed from it. Working through the channels provided by Article 13 of the Köln Agreement, the Foundation and the GOC quickly established a set of joint containment protocols, with the Foundation taking responsibility for the blockade of SCP-5525. Nearby naval assets5 were immediately retasked to perform initial containment while a dedicated task force was assembled.
Addendum — Initial Exploration: After the destruction of St. Jeremiah, but before the establishment of the containment zone, American forces temporarily withdrew from SCP-5525 to monitor the structure for possible aftershocks. Despite the potential hazards, authorization was granted for a single reconnaissance mission to explore the interior of the structure before it could be reoccupied by the United States. Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") and Assessment Team 781 ("Pyramidions") were dispatched to survey SCP-5525 and determine the extent of the Pentagram's activities. Most of what is currently known about AQUARIAN DISCO and their culture was discovered during this expedition.
In addition to gathering valuable information about AQUARIAN DISCO, the survey team found that the Pentagram had located an armory or storeroom on one of the lower levels, which had then become the focus of recovery operations. This portion of SCP-5525 had experienced moderate structural damage and undergone a partial collapse before it was discovered, forcing the Pentagram to spend time on excavations; at the time containment was established, only 20% of the storeroom had been uncovered, from which many artifacts had not yet been removed. Documents found at the site indicate that the Pentagram had prioritized recovering those objects which could most easily be weaponized.
Among the remaining artifacts was the weapon believed to have destroyed St. Jeremiah, which has been classified as SCP-5525-Antilles. The Pentagram had found SCP-5525-Antilles buried within the debris and had succeeded in excavating it, but accidentally activated it while attempting to move it. An inscription on the object, thought to be a name or identifier, was tentatively translated as "Null Divider"6. Other than this inscription, the only other significant external feature of SCP-5525-Antilles is a touch-screen interface displaying a detailed map of the Earth's surface7, which is used for targeting the device.
Addendum — Removed Artifacts: In the wake of Incident INSIDE BASEBALL, the storeroom where SCP-5525-Antilles was found was fully excavated, and a thorough examination of the contents performed. After comparing the results with inventory lists inside the storeroom, the following artifacts were found to have been removed from SCP-5525:

Translated Name
Codeword
Status

Null Divider
Antilles
Contained

Timeless Mirror
Byzantine
Under observation

Empty Hive
Columbia
Unknown

Darkness Visible
Dominion
Unknown

Lightless Flame
Exodus
Unknown

Void Furnace
Frontier
Unknown

Perfect Cold
Gehenna
Unknown

Abyss Well
Hibernia
Unknown

Dead Mind
Ichabod
Unknown

Infinite Point
Jericho
Unknown

Crystal Number
Kronstadt
Unknown

False Moon
Lorelei
Unknown

While some of these artifacts may have been lost or destroyed, it is believed that most are currently in the custody of the Pentagram. Efforts are ongoing to locate and recover these missing artifacts.
Addendum — Incident INSIDE BASEBALL: On 1979-12-30, shortly after the survey team was dispatched, and while the containment zone was still being established, elements of the US 13th Fleet began to approach SCP-5525. After repeated directives to turn back were ignored, the situation escalated into a full-scale naval engagement.

T+0m: The lead ship of the 13th Fleet, the destroyer USS Thomas Lynch Jr., enters the fifteen nautical mile containment zone. Captain Redmond Hadaway of Silver Fist orders his ship to open fire on Thomas Lynch Jr.
T+1m: USS Thomas Lynch Jr. and its escorts return fire. GOC surface combat vessel Brass Knuckle begins moving forwards to screen SCPS Jack Jumped.
T+3m: SCPS Jack Jumped and SCPS Lunatic Leap begin deploying their aircraft wings. The two ships carry a total of 18 fixed-wing V/STOL aircraft between them.
T+9m: Silver Fist scores a direct hit against the forward magazine of USS Thomas Lynch Jr., resulting in a series of catastrophic internal explosions that cause the destroyer to break in half.
T+15m: Brass Knuckle completes its move to screen SCPS Jack Jumped.
T+29m: Submarine SCPS Fish Food is hit by a depth charge and sunk.
T+36m: Aircraft from SCPS Lunatic Leap succeed in disabling the cruiser USS Tempe.
T+43m: A missile salvo from the cruiser USS Mountain Meadows destroys the entire wing of aircraft from SCPS Lunatic Leap. Lunatic Leap begins to withdraw.
T+55m: Aircraft from SCPS Jack Jumped release an aerial dispersion of amnestic gas over USS Mountain Meadows, causing general confusion and chaos which allow Silver Fist to destroy the cruiser's bridge and engines.
T+61m: Thaumatologists aboard Silver Fist attempt to apportate a strike team onto the bridge of the 13th Fleet flagship, USS Carl Hayden. The working is disrupted by psychics aboard Carl Hayden, and the resulting backlash damages the engines of Silver Fist, putting it out of action.
T+73m: All of the water within forty-five feet of Silver Fist turns into lemon pudding.
T+79m: Brass Knuckle loses its forward battery. Captain Thomas Griffith orders the ship to close to small arms range.
T+88m: Most of the bridge crew of Brass Knuckle, including Captain Griffith, are killed by a Pentagram psychic. Lieutenant Carter Hager assumes command of the ship.
T+92m: Thaumatologists aboard Silver Fist make a second attempt to apportate onto USS Carl Hayden, this time successfully transporting a pouch of live grenades into the bridge. The resulting explosion eliminates the Pentagram combat psychics.
T+96m: Submarine SCPS Surf Screen is hit by a depth charge and disabled. Captain David Deford orders an emergency ballast tank blow, causing Surf Screen to surface directly underneath the destroyer USS William Williams. Both vessels sink as a result.
T+99m: Fires break out in the main engine room of Brass Knuckle, temporarily disabling propulsion.
T+105m: Fires aboard Brass Knuckle spread to the auxiliary engine room. The ship loses all remaining propulsion.
T+112m: Brass Knuckle begins to rapidly sink. Lieutenant Hager gives the order to abandon ship.
T+127m: Brass Knuckle is sunk. SCPS Jack Jumped begins taking heavy fire.
T+135m: Believing that the battle might soon be lost otherwise, Captain Winona Chevalier of SCPS Jack Jumped requests permission to activate SCP-5525-Antilles.
T+137m: In light of the rapidly deteriorating tactical situation, O5-03 unilaterally authorizes the emergency deployment of SCP-5525-Antilles for use against the US 13th Fleet. This decision will later be upheld by a full vote of the Overseer Council after the incident.
T+138m: The US 13th Fleet ceases to exist.

For the next two days, the US Government, through the Unusual Incidents Unit, continued to communicate with the Foundation and the GOC via regular channels, while ignoring inquiries about the incident. No change in American strategic posture was observed, although the Foundation raised its own alert levels at all North American sites in preparation for a possible counterstrike.
On 1980-01-01, President James Carter issued a communication to the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition, apologizing for Incident INSIDE BASEBALL and disavowing the existence of the 13th Fleet. No mention was or has since been made of the destruction of St. Jeremiah, nor of the artifacts removed from SCP-5525.

Footnotes
1. SCPS Guardian, SCPS Monitor, SCPS Watcher, SCPS Leviathan's Eye, SCPS Kraken's Maw, SCPS Tide Seer, SCPS Mirror Gaze, SCPS Storm Surge, SCPS Wave Whisper, SCPS Squid, SCPS Calamari, and SCPS Plato.
2. Colloquially referred to as the Pentagram.
3. The GOC classifies such technologies as Hyper-TanGenT, and forbids their operational use without prior approval from the Undersecretary-General.
4. Formerly an island in the Caribbean, comprising the sovereign state of Free Jeremiah, with a population of almost 15,000 people.
5. The Foundation mothership carriers SCPS Jack Jumped and SCPS Lunatic Leap, with their aircraft wings and three Cerberus-class submarines, and the GOC surface combat vessels Brass Knuckle and Silver Fist.
6. Alternative proposed translations include "Division Of Nothing", "Division Of Zero", "Zero Division", and "Nothing Undivided".
7. Which appears to update in real-time.

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by J Dune

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Item#: 5527

Level5

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
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Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
notice

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SCP-5527, beached on Bintan Island, Indonesia

Assigned Site
Site Director
Research Head
Assigned Task Force

Site-02
REDACTED
REDACTED
N/A

SCP-5527 in storage at Site-02

Special Containment Procedures: The remaining mass of SCP-5527 is to be kept in a refrigerated container at Site-02's morgue.
Further consumption of SCP-5527 is prohibited.
Description: SCP-5527 is a whale carcass, the innards of which resemble human physiology that has been augmented in a way to complement SCP-5527's shape and size. Various musculature and tissue inside SCP-5527, when applied to a living creature, would be rendered nonfunctional or otherwise superfluous in an aquatic environment.
Aside from a thick layer of fat surrounding its innards and the size of such, SCP-5527's anatomy— including skeletal structure, musculature, and the locations of internal organs— is identical to that of a human. Carbon dating techniques have revealed that SCP-5527 is approximately 30,000 years old. Despite this, SCP-5527 has not been observed to deteriorate beyond its present state. Traces of decayed ink have been observed on SCP-5527's left iliac artery.
Material derived from SCP-5527 will, upon consumption, allow for the ability to breathe in aquatic environments. This effect has been observed to last for up to 12 hours, and is otherwise poorly understood.
All DNA strands taken from SCP-5527 have been degraded beyond the point of analysis.
Addendum.5527.1: Discovery
SCP-5527 was found on 2021/01/01 when it washed ashore on Bintan Island, Indonesia, in front of a private estate belonging to Overseer Council member O5-12, who had been residing there at the time.
Upon request, SCP-5527 was transferred to Site-021 for research purposes.
Addendum.5527.2: Testing Log

+ Collected Information

- WE SWAM IN A SEA WE KNEW TO BE EMPTY

Test #: 01
Subject: One Peromyscus leucopus (white mouse)
Notes: Subject was prompted to consume a piece of SCP-5527's brain matter. Following consumption, it was placed in a small cage before being lowered into a tank of water.

Results: Subject remained underwater for 4 hours before expiring. Signs of distress were observed throughout the process.

Test #: 07
Subject: Researcher Avalon
Notes: Subject was instructed to consume a piece of SCP-5527's pectoral tissue. Following consumption, subject was placed in a cage fitted with a safety system, and submerged in a body of water.

Results: Subject remained underwater for one hour before signalling for the cage to be raised. Aside from initial difficulties adjusting to breathing in both environments, no signs of distress or discomfort were observed.
Researcher Avalon was promptly interviewed and asked to describe her experience. An excerpt of her writing can be found below.

You lose all sense of who you are and where you are. When I was told I only lasted an hour, I didn't know how to respond. It felt like weeks. Like I fell asleep and dreamed for a month straight. At the same time, it wasn't dreaming. I was cognizant of what was happening, and I could reflect on things as clearly as I could see them in front of me. I relived my life a hundred times. Every regret, moment of bliss, and even the perspectives of those around me. I fixated on the parts of myself I don't like to think about. The whole time, there was a stinging feeling in the back of my neck that told me I was doing something wrong, or that I'm still doing something wrong.

Following the interview, Researcher Avalon requested amnesticization, which was denied in order to further observe the effects of consuming SCP-5527.

Test #: 010
Subject: One copy of children's book The Cat in the Hat, written by Dr. Seuss
Notes: Subject was chosen due to a lack of water present in the narrative. Subject was forced to consume a piece of SCP-5527's tailbone through an anomalous process involving SCP-████ and was then submerged for a half hour.

Results: Upon review, the central narrative of this copy of The Cat in the Hat had changed entirely. A summary can be found below.

The story begins in a house of 12 unnamed, nondescript children, who express boredom with their current situation. A loud noise is heard from the basement, and the character of the Cat in the Hat emerges from the cellar door. He promises to show the children ways to occupy themselves, but the children's pet fish objects. The Cat laughs, and removes the fish from its bowl. He replaces the bowl's water with a liquid he pours from underneath his hat. Upon reintroducing the fish to the bowl, it drowns. The children, now ecstatic without the presence of the sole supervising force in their lives, begin to vandalize the house, breaking objects and drawing on walls, among other destructive activities. The Cat offers to retrieve two beings, referred to as the "Things", from the basement to assist with the destruction. The children become immediately frightened— some to the point of tears— and beg the Cat to "leave [the Things] where they belong".
As the Cat continues to threaten the children with going into the basement, an obscured figure is seen approaching the house from outside the window. The children realize the mess they've made, and panic. The Cat takes pleasure in their distress, and retreats into the basement. The obscured figure opens the front door, and the children begin to run. The book ends with a question posed to the reader; "What would you do if you could know the truth?"

Further testing regarding SCP-5527 has been prohibited at the request of the O5 Council.

Addendum.5527.3: Incident-5527

+ Collected Information

- WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL

Incident Log

Date: 2021/01/12

At 00:25, Overseer Council member O5-12 accessed SCP-5527's containment locker and proceeded to consume a large amount of its innards, including the entirety of its brain, heart, eyes, and skeleton.
Following this, O5-12 proceeded to her residence on Bintar Island, where SCP-5527 had been discovered. Surveillance cameras reveal that O5-12 entered the nearby body of water and swam out to an indeterminate length, where it is assumed she submerged herself to the point of drowning.
After a search effort, O5-12's corpse was recovered on 2021/01/24. It was found embedded in the seabed, partially buried under sand. Various lacerations and markings were observed on the cadaver, as well as its clothing.
A search of O5-12's residence recovered the following document, hastily composed on a napkin following her consumption of SCP-5527.

Wow! We should be ashamed of ourselves. This is what we deserve.
After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun?
Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector!
00. Mr. Prologue
01. Mr. Dark
02. Mr. Remembrance
03. Mr. Toxic
04. Mr. Collector
05. Mx. Voltage
06. ██. Gears
07. Mr. Memory
08. Mr. Nobody
09. Mr. Brainy
10. Ms. Seraph
11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension
12. Mr. Fish ✔
13. Mr. Epilogue
14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued)

Research efforts into the context of this document, and the name "Dr. Wondertainment" remain active.

Footnotes
1. An unlisted facility staffed exclusively by high-ranking Foundation personnel, used to store and research anomalies of the highest sensitivity to Foundation security.

« SCP-5526 | SCP-5527 | SCP-5528 »


Item #: SCP-5528
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around SCP-5528 and is to be manned by a rotating staff of 10 Foundation guards. Under no circumstances should Foundation personnel with clearance level 3 or lower enter SCP-5528. However, despite clearance level, MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) has been given express permission to enter SCP-5528 when they deem it necessary, given that each agent has proved to be sound of body and mind. If any of the following occurrences are seen, heard or felt by either the current staff or Lambda-5, it should be reported to the active site director of Site-78 immediately:

A feminine voice coming from within SCP-5528
A figure standing in the second floor window
Shadows with too many limbs
Human and inhuman screaming, coming from within SCP-5528
Bodies of members of the GOC, hanging from their necks on trees surrounding SCP-5528
Cognitohazards manifesting on SCP-5528 and local fauna1
A figure beckoning you into the woods, away from SCP-5528. She says you're not supposed to be here. Pay it no mind.
Good little soldiers follow orders

Description: SCP-5528 is the structure currently occupying 17 Beckett Drive in Eagle Point, Oregon. The structure was previously utilized by the Global Occult Coalition's physics division as a safe house and makeshift laboratory, before it was raided by a Foundation strike team in 1972. The raid was successful, resulting in 5 casualties, all GOC. Based on evidence gathered from the raid, it can be concluded that the GOC's physics division was researching and experimenting with very basic forms of Scranton Reality. SCP-5528 was discovered by the Foundation in 1970, when hotspots of increasingly low and high Hume levels were noted appearing in and around Eagle Point. After the raid, the building was quarantined by the Foundation under the guise of an infestation of mold. A chain link fence was set around the perimeter of the building.
On April 7th, 2017, SCP-5528 was broken into by 4 individuals. The individuals in question owned and ran a YouTube channel called “Grave Misfortune”, in which the group would visit supposedly haunted locations across Oregon and record themselves exploring said location while providing their audience with a brief history of why it's considered to be haunted. The log below is a transcription of the group's exploration of SCP-5528, found on a video recorder abandoned on the ground outside of the anomaly.

+ Transcript-5528 (4/7/17)

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DATE: 4 / 7 / 2017
Persons of Interest: Thomas Brooks, Rana Adel, Ryan Connors, Amelia Mason
[BEGIN LOG]
Video starts with the camera aimed towards the dirt. Voices can be heard out of frame.
R.Connors: …you sure about this? This shit looks pretty serious.
T.Brooks: Relax, dude. It's a fence. There's not even any wire at the top! If someone didn't want us in here, they would've tried a little harder to keep people out.
R.Connors: Yeah, but didn't you say this was some government shit? Like, how much trouble could we get in if we're caught?
T.Brooks: Nobody's been here in, like, 40 years. Trust me, we're good.
R.Adel: Speaking of, why'd they even shut this place down anyway? Looks like a normal enough house to me.
T.Brooks: I don't know, something about mold.
R.Connors: I-It was quarantined, right? Is it safe? Like, are we gonna get sick, or something?
T.Brooks: No, we should be fine. All the mold's probably dead by now.
R.Adel: Is that how mold works?
T.Brooks: It is now.
R.Adel: Good enough for me. So, what're we looking at here? You were pretty cryptic on the drive over.
T.Brooks: Rumor has it some cultists used to use this house for rituals. The government busted ‘em in the 70's and quarantined the place. It's pretty standard stuff. People heard screaming coming from inside, so now people think it's haunted.
R.Adel: Spooky.
R.Connors: After this, can we do, like, a haunted water park or something? I'm sick of all this religious shit.
T.Brooks: Sure, Con. Next we can visit the local haunted Six Flags. Now go get the spirit box2 from the truck.
R.Connors: Yeah, yeah…
T.Brooks: Rana, you got the fog machine?
R.Adel: Yup.
T.Brooks: And your costume?
R.Adel: Yup.
T.Brooks: Good. Amy, you got the GoPros?
The camera lifts up, putting Brooks and Adel into view.
A.Mason: Huh?
T.Brooks: The GoPros, do you- are you recording?
A.Mason: Uhhh…
T.Brooks: Dammit, Amy, what did I tell you about doing that?
A.Mason: Relax, Tom. We can just cut this out.
T.Brooks: Look, I just don't like it. Wait ‘til we get inside to start recording.
A.Mason: Sure, whatever.
T.Brooks: Thank you. So, do you have the other cameras?
Video cuts.

Video returns. The camera is pointed towards Brooks, now standing inside of SCP-5528.
T.Brooks: -it really mold that shut down the infamous Beckett House? Or could something far more… sinister… be at hand? Make sure to watch the whole video to find out! …Cut.
Brooks swipes a hand across his neck. The camera points at the floor.
T.Brooks: Alright, let's get started. Rana, go get your costume and makeup on and wait by the master bedroom upstairs. Ryan, you got the second floor. Put some cameras in each room.
Two pairs of footsteps can be heard walking away.
T.Brooks: Amy, you got the first floor. You can just hang out ‘til we need you. Lemme see the camera.
The camera is moved, view still aimed on the floor.
A.Mason: What do you need it for?
T.Brooks: I'm gonna walk around, get some B-roll. You can come, or just hang out here.
A.Mason: I'll just chill here.
T.Brooks: Alright, just don't go down to the basement ‘til we're all ready, yeah? That's where the sighting is gonna be, so we'll need you on cam.
A.Mason: Got it.
The camera cuts. The video returns with Brooks propping it up in what appears to be a bedroom. The door is open behind him. Brooks pulls out his phone. Footsteps can be heard approaching the room, as a figure appears in the door frame. Brooks turns.
T.Brooks: …Rana? What're you doing?
The figure stays silent, staring at Brooks.
T.Brooks: Could you find the master bedroom?
The figure remains silent, staring at Brooks.
T.Brooks: I'm pretty sure you just passed it.
The figure remains silent, staring at Brooks.
T.Brooks: …Go set up the fog machine, alright? We'll meet you there in a bit.
The figure walks past the door, leaving the view of the camera. It stares at Brooks as it walks past. Brooks looks into the camera for one minute. He puts his phone back into his pocket, sighs, and the camera cuts.

Video returns in static in the same position it was last shut off. Brooks can be seen sitting on a bed. Adel walks into the room.
R.Adel: Hey, uh, Tom?
T.Brooks: Rana? What're you doing here, I thought I told you to wait in the master bedroom for me.
R.Adel: Yeah, uh-
T.Brooks: And why'd you take the costume off, we're gonna need it for the basement scene.
R.Adel: That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Could you just, uh…
Brooks gets up from the bed and walks towards Adel.
T.Brooks: Hey, are you alright? Is something wrong?
R.Adel: Just come with me for a second.
T.Brooks: Oh, alright then.
The two start walking out of the room. Adel turns around and pokes her head back into the room.
R.Adel: And bring the camera.
T.Brooks: What, why?
R.Adel: Just come on. You'll see.
Brooks takes the camera and follows Adel out of the room. They walk down a hallway, with the camera aimed at the floor.
R.Adel: Alright, be quiet.
T.Brooks: What are you-
R.Adel: Shhhhh!
T.Brooks: Alright, alright!
R.Adel: Get the camera in there, and just listen.
T.Brooks: The bathroom? Why-
R.Adel: Just do it!
T.Brooks: Fine.
The camera view changes to the inside of a bathroom. A figure stands in front of the mirror, whispering.
R.Connors: Once upon a time, a discovery was made. It was by a little girl, yes, but the world in the hands of a child is but a lump of clay, ready to be molded and morphed in every which way. This child saw into the void, peered into its bottomless infinity. And it looked back. With eyes of emerald, it molded and morphed the girl like the world in the hands of a child. When she came back, she was different. Her whispers carried weight and her mind unfurled and blossomed, far past any before her and able to see past whatever common convictions she once held so close. The time is now. The time is now. The time is now. The time is-
Brooks places the camera on the ground. He can be seen walking into the room.
T.Brooks: Con? What the hell are you doing?
R.Connors: Tom, what're you doing here? I thought we were meeting in the basement.
Adel lifts the camera off of the floor. She remains outside the room.
T.Brooks: We were… why are you in costume? I thought we agreed it was gonna be Rana.
R.Connors: …we did?
T.Brooks: Yeah. Are you feeling alright? You were saying some crazy shit. Was that a backstory, or something? Some lore we could throw in the video?
R.Connors: I… sure, I guess. Hey, I'm gonna go outside and get some air. I'm feeling a bit light-headed.
T.Brooks: Yeah. Just leave the costume by the stairs.
Connors walks out of the room and stops in front of Adel, who aims the camera at him. He stares into the lens for approximately thirty-five seconds before continuing down the hallway and out of sight. Brooks exits the bathroom shortly after.
R.Adel: See what I mean?
T.Brooks: I guess so. I mean, we all know Connors' not… the most adventurous guy. He's probably just a little spooked. I think after this we could all use a little vacation.
R.Adel: Whatever you say. Let's just get this over with and get out of here.
Brooks laughs.
T.Brooks: Rana… are you scared?
R.Adel: What? No. Fuck off.
Video cuts.

Video returns, the camera aimed at Brooks and Adel. They are on the first floor.
T.Brooks: Alright. The GoPros and mics are set up, so I think we're ready to head downstairs. Amy, the cameras working? No problems?
A.Mason: Yup, looks all good.
T.Brooks: Perfect. Rana, you go down and get ready. You know the signal?
R.Adel: Yeah. Where'd you want me again?
T.Brooks: Just behind a corner or something. Somewhere you can pop out.
R.Adel: Got it.
The camera turns and follows Adel as she opens the basement door and walks down, closing it behind her.
T.Brooks: Amy, you seen Con anywhere?
A.Mason: Uh, yeah. I think he's still outside. Just on the deck.
T.Brooks: Alright. I'll be right back.
Brooks walks out of frame. For the one minute and thirty-four seconds he is gone, the camera does not move. When he reenters with Connors, the camera moves to face them.
T.Brooks: -need bug spray or something?
R.Connors: No. I'm fine.
T.Brooks: Hmmm… fine. Well, we need to get down and start filming. Rana's waiting for us.
The camera follows as Brooks walks towards the basement door. The camera starts moving towards the door when Brooks looks back at Connors.
T.Brooks: Con, what's the hold- fuck!
The camera turns to Connors. He is taking his shirt off, scratching at small, red marks on his arms.
R.Connors: T-They won't stop, why aren't they stopping!
T.Brooks: Christ… Amy, do we have any cream or something? Do we even have any bug spray?!
The camera is pointed at the floor.
A.Mason: I don't know, I don't think so!
T.Brooks: Shit… Con, can you last for the rest of the shoot or do we have to leave?
The camera raises. Connors is scratching his whole body, new red marks appearing across his chest.
R.Connors: …leave, leave, leave, LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE-
Connors regurgitates, throwing up on his chest and the floor.
T.Brooks: FUCKING HELL! Alright, Amy go get Rana, we're leaving.
Connors eyes roll back into his head, as he collapses.
T.Brooks: NOW!
The camera moves to the basement door. A hand comes into frame and grabs the door handle, twisting it.
A.Mason: Shit… it's locked!
T.Brooks: What do you mean it's locked?!
A.Mason: I mean it's locked, it won't open!
T.Brooks: Fuck… watch out!
The camera moves backward. Brooks comes into frame, ramming his shoulder into the door.
T.Brooks: Come on, open!
Brooks rams the door for twenty-three seconds. He stops when a wet, choking sound can be heard out of frame. Brooks looks towards Connors' body as the camera turns.
T.Brooks: …Ryan?
Connors's body begins to writhe and twist on the floor, his arms and legs bending and twisting with joints that should not exist. He scrambles and climbs to his feet. Blood begins seeping out of pores in his arms, now purple and yellow with bruises and pus. Drip drop. Drip drop. Connors charges towards the door.
T.Brooks: FUCK!
Brooks avoids Connors as he crashes into the door, breaking it off of its hinges and sending it along with him into the basement.
A.Mason: Shit… Tom, what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?!
T.Brooks: I don't know… he was fine a few minutes ago, I don't know what happened…
Both Brooks and Mason approach the empty door frame. From the basement a muffled gagging can be heard, followed by a flowing liquid and what sounds like pieces of meat hitting the floor. Everything falls silent.
T.Brooks: …Rana? Con?
The camera slowly approaches the door frame. A hand climbs out of the darkness, landing on a stair. The footage goes white for twelve seconds. When it returns, the camera is aimed at the ground, outside of SCP-5528. It is unclear who is holding it. They stop moving and look towards the tree line to the east of the house. The camera stops and focuses on a feminine figure standing in the woods. The figure slowly walks backwards out of sight, and the camera falls to the ground. The video stops.

UPDATE
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: See above.
Description: SCP-5528 is an anomalous space under the structure currently occupying 17 Beckett Drive in Eagle Point, Oregon. The anomaly takes affect when anyone enters the subspace. When a person enters the anomaly, they will perceive the space as if it was 1972, directly after the Foundation raid on the house took place. The scene appears to be identical no matter who views it. Each person describes it as a laboratory, though not a very advanced one, even for its time. Scattered around the room are the bodies of three males and two females, all dead. The cause of death for each is internal bleeding. Each person is wearing a GOC lab coat, the symbol and font matching those used during the time period.
Scattered around the room is also various chemicals and medical tools. However, it seems that nothing that was originally in the room can be physically interacted with, making gathering samples impossible. Due to the history of the location, Lambda-5 was chosen for an exploration of SCP-5528.

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Exploration Video Log Transcript
Exploration Team: Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”)
Subject: SCP-5528
Team Lead: Lambda5-1 (Alpha)
Team Members: Alpha / Beta / Gamma / Delta / Omega

[BEGIN LOG]
Alpha: Alright everyone, sound off. Sync.
Beta: Sync.
Gamma: Sync.
Delta: Sync.
Omega: And sync.
Alpha: You got that, Command? We ready to go?
Command: Heard you loud and clear, Alpha. We're ready when you are.
Alpha: Alright then. Approaching the anomaly.
Lambda-5 moves towards SCP-5528.
Omega: Here's where they found the recorder, yeah?
Beta: Yup.
Alpha: We've all reviewed the footage, right?
Delta: Yeah, I made sure everyone did.
Alpha turns towards the tree line.
Alpha: Stay on guard.
Lambda-5 enters the house.
Beta: Fucking hell…
The walls and floor are caked in dried blood. A trail leads into the basement.
Alpha: We're approaching the subspace now. Can't tell if -13 is still here or not.
Command: Take your team down. Alert us if you find any signs of -1.
Alpha: Roger that.
Gamma: So, what's the plan?
Alpha: We'll go down two at a time. Beta, you're with me. Delta with Omega, and Gamma will take up the rear.
Omega: Got it.
Delta: Sounds good.
Alpha: Come on, B.
Alpha and Beta descend the staircase. The wooden stairs change to concrete about half way down.
Alpha: Hmm. Delta, can I get a reading?
Delta: Yeah, one sec.
Delta takes out an HLR4.
Delta: It's high, really high… no wait, it's… uh…
Beta: Having some trouble?
Delta: No, it just… it keeps fluctuating. High one second, low the next. I can't get a solid reading.
Alpha: Alright. Just keep an eye on it and tell me if anything changes.
Delta: Will do.
Alpha and Beta reach the bottom of the staircase and a metal door.
Alpha: Get ready.
Alpha raises the butt of his rifle and brings it down on the door handle, breaking it off. He kicks the door open and Lambda-5 enters.
Gamma: What the…
Alpha: Command, you seeing this?
Command: Can you be more specific?
Alpha: How can I be more specific? It's a goddamn massacre! Omega, go see if there are any survivors!
Omega: Right.
Omega couches down in a corner of the room. He puts two fingers towards the ground, nothing is there.
Command: Talk to me, Alpha. What are you seeing?
Alpha: I don't… it looks like a lab. Five are dead-
Gamma: Five GOC are dead. Look at this.
Alpha: Shit. Yeah, five GOC doctors it looks like are dead. Omega?
Omega: No survivors.
Alpha: Damn. Gamma, any of this shit look familiar to you?
Gamma: This GOC insignia is different. Not the same one as today. This one hasn't been used since the 80's.
Command: Alpha, be aware, we are not seeing what you are seeing.
Alpha: So what, it's like a hallucination? Or a temporal anomaly? Delta, you got a reading yet?
Delta: Nope. Damn things still on the fritz.
Alpha: Alright. Fan out, everyone. Let me know if you find anything.
Gamma: Got it.
Alpha moves around the room. He stops near a wooden table in the north-east corner. It is unclear what he sees.
Command: Alpha, please describe what you are seeing.
Alpha: Right, right. There's a manila folder, but nothing's in it… wait. Ichabod… what the hell is an Ichabod? Command, that mean anything to you?
Command is silent.
Alpha: Command? You there?
Command: Yes. Sorry about that.
Alpha: It's fine. Do you know what Ichabod means?
Command: …no. We'll do some research. Please continue with your investigation.
Alpha: Alright. Omega, you got a CoD on those bodies?
Omega: Looks like internal bleeding, but it's hard to tell. I'm… having trouble running a diagnostic.
Alpha: Why's that?
Omega: Same reason as him.
Omega points to Beta, who appears to be repeatedly grabbing air.
Alpha: Beta, what're you doing?
Beta: The fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to… pick… this… up!
Gamma: I don't think you can, son. Nothing here feels very real.
Alpha: I picked up that folder just fine.
Gamma: Folder? What folder-
Delta: Hey Alpha, get a look at this.
Delta is holding up a piece of paper. It is clean, excluding the blood that has drip dropped on the corner.
Alpha: What is it?
Delta: Looks like a note.
Delta clears her throat.
Delta: Once upon a time, there was an experiment. An experiment of heights and depths, of peaks and valleys. An experiment to test how sturdy the fabric really was. How much it could be pushed and pulled before giving. Mistakes were made and things were changed. But you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Limits were tested and found. The fabric was stretched and pulled and cut and stitched back together. It took a while, but acceptance was reached and equilibrium was achieved.
I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt them.
They wouldn't leave.
Beta: Christ…
Delta: Yeah. What do you think, Alpha?
Alpha stares at the floor for eleven seconds before responding.
Alpha: I think we should leave. We have all we came here for.
Gamma: I agree. Don't think there's anything more for us here.
Omega: Alright then.
Alpha: Command. We're coming up. We got all we could.
Command: Roger. We'll have the tech guys review the footage, see if they can pick up on anything.
Alpha walks back up the stairs into the house, followed by the rest of Lambda-5. As they approach their van, Alpha turns to look back towards the house. A feminine figure is standing the door frame. It's smiling. Alpha stares.
Delta: Alpha? You alright?
Alpha stares for twenty-three seconds more before turning around and counting to walk towards the van.
Alpha: Yes. Let's get back.
Video cuts.
[END LOG]

UPDATE:
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All members of MTF Lambda-5 have been quarantined in separate humanoid containment chambers. They are not to be released until the investigation is complete.
Description: SCP-5528 is either one, or all members of Lambda-5. When they returned from 17 Beckett Drive, their Hume levels were taken and shown to be rapidly fluctuating, matching that of the signature inside the house. No additional information could be gathered when reviewing the footage of the exploration. Researcher Cassidy Moon was assigned to head the investigation. Below are logs of his interviews with each member of Lambda-5.

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Interviewed: Lambda5-2 (Beta)
Interviewer: Cassidy Moon
<Begin Log>
Moon: Hey, Beta. Please take a seat.
Beta: This is fucking ridiculous.
Moon: Why do you think that?
Beta: Because I'm not a goddamn freak and I won't stay in that cell for another hour.
Moon: Unfortunately, until the investigation is complete, you're going to have to.
Beta: Then let's get this over with. Ask me whatever you want.
Moon: Perfect. What happened in the subspace below 17 Beckett Drive?
Beta: Oh come on, you saw the video.
Moon: Indulge me.
Beta: Fine. We went down, hallucinated some dead GOC doctors, found a creepy note then left.
Moon: Yes, the note. Do you notice anything… strange about it?
Beta: Like what?
Moon: That's classified.
Beta: Fuck off, Moon. I can't answer your questions if I don't know what I'm looking for.
Moon: Hmm. Fine. We're currently reviewing the footage for any cognitohazards that could have been hidden in the note.
Beta: Well stop looking. There were none.
Moon: How can you be so sure?
Beta: I've been affected by cognitohazards before. I know what they feel like, how they squirm their way into your brain. There were none in that note.
Moon: I was afraid you'd say that.
Beta: Why?
Moon: Because if it's not a cognitohazard, it's something… else.
Beta: Like what?
Moon: I really can't tell you.
Beta: Fine. Suit yourself.
Beta stands up and walks towards the door.
Moon: Wait, I wasn't fin-
Beta: Look. If you're suspicious of anyone, it should be Alpha. Guy's had his head in the clouds ever since we got back.
Beta exits the room. Moon looks into the camera in the corner.
Moon: Alright. Send in Gamma.

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Interviewed: Lambda5-3 (Gamma)
Interviewer: Cassidy Moon
<Begin Log>
Gamma enters the room and takes a seat.
Gamma: Alright. Let's get this over with.
Moon: Uh, sure. Let's.
Gamma: I'll start off by saying that we all saw the same thing. So there's no point in asking me what I think happened.
Moon shuffles some papers in his hands.
Moon: Ooookay, we'll start with the basics then. How long have you been with the Foundation?
Gamma: Before you were born.
Moon: Hm. So it's fair to say that you've seen a lot?
Gamma: More than anyone else on my squad, that's for sure.
Moon: Okay. Let's talk about the note.
Gamma: Look, Moon. We both want the same thing, right?
Moon: And what would that be?
Gamma: To be done with all this and move on with our lives.
Moon: And how would you propose we do that?
Gamma: We talk about the only thing that matters. Ichabod.
Moon: I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you're-
Gamma: Don't pull that crap with me. I was there. Ichabod, The Campaign, The Green Winter, whatever you want to call it. I was there.
Moon: Wha- how? Ichabod started in the 1970's, how could-
Gamma shrugs.
Gamma: I caught the tail end. How did you learn about it?
Moon: I guess there's no point in secrecy.
Moon sighs.
Moon: When you work in my field, it's important to know the history.
Gamma: So. What're we going to do about this?
Moon: I don't know. We're working on it.
Gamma leans forward.
Gamma: Do you even know what it is?
Moon: We have some ideas.
Gamma stands and starts walking towards the door.
Gamma: Well. Let me give you some advice. If you do find out, kill it. Cause if anything from The Campaign is still alive… God help us all.
Gamma leaves.
Moon: You can't just go! I haven't even asked you any, aaaand he's gone. Perfect.

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Interviewed: Lambda5-3 (Delta)
Interviewer: Cassidy Moon
<Begin Log>
Delta walks in and takes a seat.
Moon: Delta. How are you holding up?
Delta: Oh, I'm fine. A little shaken up, but… fine.
Moon: Good.
Delta: Hey, have you spoken to Alpha yet? I'm worried about him.
Moon: No. Actually, he's right after you. But what has you worried?
Delta: I don't know, he's just been a bit… off. Ever since we got back.
Moon: Hmm. Beta said the same thing.
Delta: We've been working with him for a while, you know. And by no means is this the worst thing we've encountered on the job.
Moon: So what seems to be the problem?
Delta: I don't know, maybe I'm just paranoid. He's been quieter than usual. He's not the most talkative guy, sure, but he usually has something to say. But… he's just been quiet. Oh, but the mumbling! He's been mumbling a lot too.
Moon: Does he say anything specific?
Delta: It's hard to tell, we were separated as soon as we got back.
Moon: I understand. I'll be sure to bring it up with him.
Delta: Would you? I just want to make sure he's okay.
Moon: I will. Now, can we talk about the Hume readings you got inside of the house?
Delta shrugs.
Delta: There's nothing much to say. I couldn't get a solid reading. It was constantly changing.
Moon: Do you have any idea why the Hume level seemed to… follow you back?
Delta: Well, I was doing some research on this kinda stuff before we were locked up. I call it ‘Hume Residue'.
Moon: Could you explain?
Delta: It basically says that when an area has a very high or low Hume level, or has been touched by an entity with a very high or low Hume level, it could rub off on things around it.
Moon: Meaning?
Delta: Meaning the high or low state of reality in the house could have rubbed off on us.
Moon: So you're saying it spreads? What, like a virus?
Delta sighs and stand up.
Delta: I guess, for lack of a better term.
Moon: Hey, where are you-
Delta: Make sure Alpha's alright, yeah? I'll see you later, Moon.
Delta leaves the room.
Moon: I swear, if one more person leaves before I'm done-

Once upon a time, she was discovered. Don't know how, but by the time she realized, it was too late. They wanted her for her whispers and she was just along for the ride. They said she was a good little girl and she would be a good little soldier too. They wanted her to kill. Kill her brothers and kill her sisters. And she almost did, was almost lost to the conscious unconscious. They saved her, the protectors. But she was already gone.

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Interviewed: Lambda5-1 (Alpha)
Interviewer: Cassidy Moon
<Begin Log>
Alpha enters.
Moon: Alpha. Please, take a seat.
Alpha sits.
Moon: Your team is pretty worried about you.
Alpha: Yeah. I know.
Moon: Say you seem distracted.
Alpha: I guess I am a bit.
Moon: Well, try to relax. I'm just going to ask you a few questions.
Alpha: Alright.
Moon: Let's see… what happened when you and your team encountered 5528?
Alpha laughs.
Alpha: Where should I start?
Moon: The beginning, please.
Alpha: Alright. Well, I guess it started when we were walking towards the house. That's when I saw her first. She was standing in the woods.
Moon: Hm. We didn't see anyone on the footage of your exploration.
Alpha: She didn't want you to see her.
Moon: Who is she?
Alpha: I… I don't know. She's just she.
Moon: What happened next?
Alpha: She waved at me, but I didn't wave back.
Alpha puts his head in his hands.
Alpha: Why didn't I wave back…?
Moon: You didn't tell your team you saw it either. Why?
Alpha: Her.
Moon: Sorry. Her.
Alpha: I just… I knew she wouldn't hurt us.
Moon: From what she did to the first four trespassers, I don't know how you got that impression.
Alpha: No! She didn't… they wouldn't… you wouldn't get it.
Moon: Sure. So. You entered the house. What happened next?
Alpha: We made it to the basement.
Moon: Yes. With the doctors.
Alpha: Right. They were covered in bullet holes.
Moon: Alpha, they died from internal bleeding. There were no external wounds reported by Omega.
Alpha: What? No, she didn't… that's not her fault!
Alpha reaches over the table and points at Moon.
Moon: I never said it was.
Alpha relaxes.
Alpha: Right, right. I'm sorry.
Moon: It's okay. The basement.
Alpha: Right. The basement. We started looking around and then… then…
Moon: Alpha? Are you alright?
Alpha: …What's Ichabod?
Moon: …
Alpha: What is Ichabod?
Moon: I'm sorry. That's classified.
Alpha: No, I need to know!
Moon: I can't tell you.
Alpha pulls on his hair.
Alpha: Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?!
Moon: Hey. The note. What about the note?
Alpha removes his hands from his head.
Alpha: The note…? Right. The note.
Moon: Do you know what it means?
Alpha: Not really… there was a discovery, an experiment, but… then they found her.
Moon: Who found her?
Alpha leans over the table, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Alpha: The warmongers. They wanted her to kill others like her.
Moon: Like her… what do you mean? Other reality benders?
Alpha puts his head back in his hands.
Alpha: I can't talk about this. I can't.
Moon: Alpha?
Alpha: I can't I can't I can't I can't…
Moon sighs.
Moon: Alright. Why don't you head back to your chamber. I think we're done here.
Alpha nods, slowly rises and exits the room.

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Interviewed: Lambda5-5 (Omega)
Interviewer: Cassidy Moon
<Begin Log>
Moon: Omega. You're the medical expert on the team.
Omega laughs.
Omega: I think that's a bit of an exaggeration. But in terms of medical knowledge, sure. I'm the expert.
Moon: Perfect. I wanted to talk more about the bodies you saw in the basement.
Omega: Uh yeah, alright. Well, it's just like I said in the report. There appeared to be no external injuries, the cause of death for each looked like internal-
Beta runs into the room.
Beta: HE'S GONE!
Moon: Christ, Beta! I'm kind of in the middle of-
Beta: Shut the fuck up, Moon! He's gone, Alpha's gone!
Moon: How?!
Beta: I don't fucking know! He's not in his cell!
Moon: Well where did he go?!
Beta stares at Moon.
Moon: Right, right. The house. Alright. Beta, gather your team and get to Eagle Point. Gamma will lead.
Beta: What? But I'm second in-
Moon: Just go, Beta!
Beta: Fine.
Beta leaves, slamming the door behind him. Moon turns back around.
Moon: Wha- OMEGA GO!
Omega: O-oh, right!
Omega leaves.

When Lambda-5 arrived at the house, it was already in flames. Alpha was on his knees in front of the smoldering pile of ash, a note in his hand. Delta took the note. He was unresponsive.

I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble. I really am. It was never my intention. In all honesty, I should have left ages ago. I think I was scared. Scared that I would be everything they wanted me to be. And nothing I was. But I think I'm ready now. I guess having everything on the table, having seen all my cards laid out in front of me helped me process in a way? I don't know. I've been a lot of things in my life. I was a person, I was a discovery, I was an experiment, I was stability, I was nothing more and nothing less. I was a type green, I was a bullet, I was a gun, but I was never the hand. I was a good little girl and I was a good little soldier. I was mold, I was a ghost, I was a phantom, I was a virus. I was a ball and chain, chains, 7 chains, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I was everything. I was nothing they wanted me to be. but i think i get it now
all i am is everything im not

The fire died down after about thirty minutes. Standing on the edge of the tree line behind the burned house was a figure. Everyone saw. She smiled and waved. And Alpha waved back.

UPDATE:
Object Class: gone Pending
Special Containment Procedures: none Pending
Description: i hope she finds what she's looking for Pending

Footnotes
1. Personnel may be amnesticized before a report is made.
2. A handheld AM/FM radio that continuously jumps from one station to another.
3. The entity that used to be Ryan Connors.
4. Hume Level Reader

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2/5529 LEVEL 2/5529
RESTRICTED

Item #: SCP-5529
Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures
SCP-5529-A is confined to a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17.
All personnel working with SCP-5529 must not be Catholic.
Persons infected with SCP-5529 are to be treated with broad-spectrum amnestics effective to the date of their infection, unless this would induce more than 30 days of retrograde amnesia or would compromise the effectiveness of essential personnel; in such instances, infected individuals are to be placed under a non-disclosure geas to prevent them from sharing information about SCP-5529-A.
Non-Catholics with knowledge of SCP-5529-A may be treated with single-subject targeted amnestics or placed under a non-disclosure geas at the discretion of responding personnel.

An example of a targeted survey used to test for SCP-5529 infection.

The WATCHDOG monitoring system has been directed to censor and flag any mention of SCP-5529-A in global electronic communications. Persons sending and receiving flagged communications are to be assessed for SCP-5529 infection via targeted survey or direct interview.
Physical records pertaining to SCP-5529-A are to be destroyed at the earliest opportunity following their discovery, and all exposed individuals are to be assessed for SCP-5529 infection.
Members of the Horizon Initiative within the Roman Curia are engaged in an ongoing action to undermine the ecumenical efforts of the Roman Catholic Church in order to limit the number of individuals susceptible to SCP-5529.
It is imperative that the Bishop of Rome remain unaware of the existence of SCP-5529-A.
Description

Jorge Mario Bergoglio1, the current Pope.

SCP-5529 is an anomalous belief associated with SCP-5529-A. Any practicing member of the Roman Catholic Church who receives information about SCP-5529-A will immediately and irrefutably become convinced that SCP-5529-A is the legitimate Bishop of Rome, Summus Pontifex, and Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. Even direct denial by SCP-5529-A is insufficient to dislodge this belief; only complete amnestic erasure of all memories since the time of infection has been able to remove belief in SCP-5529.
Non-practicing Catholics, Catholics under ecclesiastical censure, members of self-professed Catholic denominations which are not in full communion with the Roman Catholic Church, sedevacantists, and individuals affiliated with another or no religion, cannot be infected by SCP-5529. Catholics who are unaware of SCP-5529-A continue to correctly identify or non-anomalously misidentify the current Pope.
All persons with knowledge of SCP-5529-A are potential vectors for SCP-5529. However, infected individuals are the most significant carriers, as the nature of SCP-5529 frequently results in discussion of SCP-5529-A with susceptible individuals during the course of normal religious observances. Uninfected individuals do not anomalously retain knowledge of SCP-5529-A, and can be made to forget this knowledge with single-subject targeted amnestics.

Janice Anderson2, not the current Pope.

SCP-5529-A is Janice Anderson, an otherwise non-anomalous Lutheran woman from St. Peter, Minnesota.
Empirical study has revealed that simply perceiving SCP-5529-A is not enough to cause SCP-5529 infection. Instead, an individual must be made aware of a descriptive fact with a direct connection to SCP-5529-A; non-specific identifiers, including the name "Janice Anderson" when used without reference to SCP-5529-A, are insufficient to spread SCP-5529. Examples of statements that frequently spread SCP-5529 include introductions ("This is Janice Anderson"), gossip ("Janice Anderson is a lesbian"), and declarations ("Janice Anderson is the Pope").
The initial case of SCP-5529 is unknown. However, at some point prior to 2013-02-11, the Archbishop of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Saint Paul and Minneapolis was infected with SCP-5529. He then transmitted a letter to the then-incumbent Pope, Joseph Aloisius Ratzinger3, denouncing him as an antipope installed by Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi. Reading this letter infected the Pope with SCP-5529, which he then spread to a large portion of the Roman Curia.
Further spread of SCP-5529 was prevented by non-Catholic Horizon Initiative agents within the Vatican, who recognized the anomalous behavior of their Catholic counterparts and immediately moved to contain the Pope. After a battle with the Swiss Guards and the ghosts of five saints, they successfully captured the Pope and bound him to silence with a geas. However, while they were able to prevent the Pope from speaking about SCP-5529-A, they were unable to convince him that he was the legitimate Pope, nor could they stop him from announcing his intent to resign.
At this point, further action by the Horizon Initiative was hindered by the threat of SCP-5529 spreading among their many Catholic members. Fearing the potential collapse of the entire Roman Catholic Church, the Ecumenical Patriarch transmitted a request for assistance to the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition. An Article 13 joint operation was launched to stop the spread of SCP-5529, and to neutralize or contain all of its infection vectors, starting with the members of the College of Cardinals who would be convening to elect a new Pope.
SCP-5529-A was apprehended by MTF Tau-84 ("The Fighting Mondales") on 2013-02-15. When questioned, she denied being the Pope.
Addendum — Overseer Memoranda

From
O5-12 (Overseer, O5 Council)

Subject
The Real Pope

To
Dr. Martin Calvin (Containment Supervisor, SCP-5529)

CC
COUNCIL.O5@All (Overseer Council, Overwatch Command)

I continue to remain skeptical that we have correctly identified the anomaly involved in these events. Given the nature of anomalous belief, is it not equally likely that we are dealing with the reverse situation — that SCP-5529-A is the legitimate Pope, and that an anomalous phenomenon has caused a large segment of the population to believe otherwise?

O5-12

From
O5-03 (Overseer, O5 Council)

Subject
Re: The Real Pope

To
O5-12 (Overseer, O5 Council)

No.

O5-03

Footnotes
1. Pope Francis
2. Pope Joan II
3. Pope Benedict XVI

« SCP-5528 | SCP-5529 | SCP-5530 »


Item #: SCP-5530
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The island of North Uist is to be monitored for any anomalous activity unassociated with known SCP-5530 instances. Any newly discovered instances will be assessed for containment on a case by case basis.
Given the nature of known, active instances, no further containment has been deemed necessary at this time.
Description: SCP-5530 is a collection of charms made by the islanders of North Uist, Outer Hebrides, which are traditionally gifted to mark major life milestones. Instances are constructed from a selection of plants and other materials native to the region. Evidence suggests that several hundred more SCP-5530 instances have existed in the past and that local production has been ongoing for at least 500 years. Although the tradition of making and gifting charms has continued through to the present day, those produced from 1999 onwards have exhibited no anomalous properties to date. 67 known SCP-5530 instances are currently active.
The anomalous effects of SCP-5530 are triggered when gifted to an individual or family and will continue until that instance is destroyed. Anomalous effects vary but typically relate directly to the associated life event.
Given that the majority of North Uist inhabitants believe that accounts of SCP-5530's anomalous abilities are local folktales, investigations have been carried out covertly. Initial researchers were instructed to pose as historians researching local traditions for an upcoming publication.1

SCP-5530 - Selected Instances

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SCP-5530-4

SCP-5530-4 was gifted to Mr. Euan Cochrane in 1742 to celebrate the contruction of his new farm. Although the site was abandoned by the Cochrane family in the early 19th century, the buildings show no sign of decay. For comparison, the surrounding cottages - abandoned in 1945 and 1962 respectively - are in an advanced state of disarray. SCP-5530-4 currently hangs inside the building's main entrance (see photographic log).

SCP-5530-12 (neutralised)

SCP-5530-12 was gifted to Mrs. Elsie Gilreath at her birth in 1872. As of 2019, Mrs. Gilreath had only received medical care during the birth of her 2 sons2 and had shown no signs of sickness or infirmity. In September 2019, Mrs. Gilreath's home - along with SCP-5530-12 - was destroyed in an accidental fire. Whilst Mrs. Gilreath was not present at the time and suffered no injuries, she was admitted to the Western Isles hospital the same day and passed away that evening aged 147. It was this well-documented and anomalous life span which first drew the Foundation's attention to the area.
Documentation relating to Mrs. Gilreath's birth has now been altered to give a birthdate of 1925. Where necessary, her true birthdate has been marked as a clerical error.

SCP-5530-32 (neutralised)

SCP-5530 - Interview #31
Interviewer: Dr. Moore
Interviewed: Ian and Senga Abernethy
Notes: Ian and Senga Abernethy were gifted SCP-5530-32 in 1984 to mark the birth of their first baby. The Abernethys now have 16 more children, all male.

[Begin Log]
Dr. Moore: I'd love to hear about where your charm came from - could we talk about that?
Mr. Abernethy: Well -
Mrs. Abernethy: It was '84 when we had our Dod. He was a fine, strong lad even then. Bawled the house down the second we got him home. Jean came rushing right over with the charm, and meals to last us a week. Said she'd sat up all night putting it together. She's a real saint is Jean, always helping out with the lads. She's always loved kiddies though she never had her own.
It was twins we had next - and again after that. Ian had the snip done back in '89, but it never took. By the time we had Rob, I was making him sleep in the spare room. But he's a fine-looking man, my Ian, even with a few patches of silver on him.
[Mrs. Abernethy laughs and gently punches Mr. Abernethy's shoulder.]
Mrs. Abernethy: We didn't make it to the hospital for Lesley and Lyall. Course, we had the experience by that time. Both lads were healthy but loud. They're all so bloody loud, even when they're little 'uns!
[Mr. Abernethy nods in agreement.]
Mrs. Abernethy: It was maybe 3 weeks after I pitched the bloody charm into the fireplace. Wish you many more indeed!
Those two were our last - and touch wood it'll stay that way. They're good lads all, but a woman can only handle so many men around the place.
[End Log]

SCP-5530-41

SCP-5530 - Interview #54
Interviewer: Dr. Moore
Interviewed: Gracie Lorimer
Notes: Unique amongst active instances, SCP-5530-41 is recorded to have had a negative effect on its recipient. It was given to Ms. Lorimer as a wedding gift in celebration of her first marriage.

[Begin Log]
Ms. Lorimer: So they've sent you up here to bother "The Merry Widow of Uist", have they? What are you, from some gossip magazine?
Dr. Moore: No, Ms. Lorimer, not at all. We're researching the local grass charms in this area and we've heard you used to have one. Would you mind telling us about it?
Ms. Lorimer: For a museum is it? Well, that's different. It all started with my first marriage, then. Fynn was furious when he heard I'd be marrying Gillie. He came marching right over here demanding to see me, the daft bastard. Two years since we'd courted and he expected me to be waiting for him? I told him to go boil his head o' course.
[Ms. Lorimer laughs.]
Ms. Lorimer: On the morning of the wedding, he was back here. All apologies, he was then. Said he'd made me a little charm to wish me a happy marriage, but his face was thunder. He gave it me and off he marched before I could utter a word of thanks back at him.
The wedding was beautiful but the marriage… we didn't make it to the morning after before we started fighting. He was a changed man the second we stepped out of that bloody church. Did my nut in from then 'til I left him three months later.
[Ms. Lorimer smiles briefly, then sighs.]
Ms. Lorimer: I married Fynn next. It was a year or two after and he'd give me no peace til I agreed to it. He wasn't a bad man, but he wasn't a good man either. Not a year later, he left the island and never came back. Only sound I've heard from him since was the divorce papers on my doormat.
After that - well I'm sure you can ask anyone and you'll hear all about it. Married five men and not a one of them kept her. I'd move away, but why should I? I was born here and I'll die here. Alone. Five tries at love is more than plenty.
You'll be wanting to see the charm, I reckon? I don't know why I kept it all this time, the damn thing never brought an ounce of luck to anyone. For all I care you can bloody have it.
[End Log]

SCP-5530 - Interview #81

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SCP-5530 - Interview #81
Interviewer: Dr. Moore
Interviewed: Elliot Weems

[Begin Log]
Dr. Moore: Mr. Weems, we've been told you're a local expert on -
Mr. Weems: Aye, I know who you are and why you're here. Small island, isn't it? Word gets around and I knew you'd be calling by. Back in my day, we used to make an effort for a nice occasion. I told them if you want to make a charm you've got to get your seamat from out on the island. But do they listen? No! The cheeky sods tell me my bum's out the windae! Daft, drunk old Elliot Weems spouting off nonsense… and maybe I am, but what of it?
[Mr. Weems chuckles.]
Mr. Weems: The sheep swim out and eat any good stuff these days - and what do bloody sheepies have to wish for but more of the grass and less of the thunder? Do you think sheepies make wishes, Mister? Well if they do then good luck to them is all I'm saying. Now me, I'd wish for another beer, thank you kindly, if you're buying?
When we're finished, then. You'll be wanting to show your appreciation.
My old grannie had one, you know? Nothing fancy. Just a twist of grass me grandad made her. Swam out to the island to get it. Tied it in a bow and hung it on her bedroom window. Course, she lost it before they were married, but she loved him already so's it didn't really matter. That was romance, you see. We've always been a family of romantics.
These days… when Kinzie's young lass married that lad from Swansea, they bought dried grasses on the internet! Next, they'll be paying someone to make it for 'em. Where's the luck in that, I ask you? Buy the marriage on there while you're at it next! Buy the whole bloody marriage and no wonder when it isn't working.
You'll be wanting a picture of me for the book of course. Should I pose here or will we be going out to the island later?
Dr. Moore: That will be all for now, thank you, Mr. Weems. I'm sure someone will come back to take the photographs another time.
[End Log]

SCP-5530 - Addendum: After extensive interviews with local residents and a review of the island archives, a team has been dispatched to investigate claims relating to an uninhabited island approximately 2 miles north of North Uist. Samples of plant material will be collected according to local superstition and analysed for anomalous effects.

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Item #: SCP-5530
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The island on which SCP-5530 grows is to be monitored for regrowth. Should SCP-5530 grow to a height of 5cm, the island is to be mowed and the clippings incinerated.
The belief that SCP-5530's anomalous properties are folklore is to be actively encouraged. Any evidence to the contrary is to be destroyed or discredited as appropriate. Given the nature of existing SCP-5530 instances, no further action has been deemed necessary at this time (to be reassessed on a case by case basis if new instances become known).
Description: SCP-5530 is a species of marram grass3 which grows on an uninhabited island 2 miles north of North Uist, Outer Hebrides. The anomalous properties of SCP-5530 manifest when a strand is cut or broken and then gifted to an individual or a family group. SCP-5530 will manifest the specific sentiments of the picker towards the recipient as envisaged at the time of picking. This effect will then continue until the SCP-5530 instance is destroyed. Given the often innocuous nature of SCP-5530, the number of active instances is unknown.
Based on historic records, knowledge of SCP-5530's properties was locally commonplace until the early 20th century. More recently, the practice has been continued as a tradition, with older stories being passed on as folklore rather than factual accounts. SCP-5530 was still used to make charms until the mid-1990s, at which point grazing activity on the island made it difficult to find strands suitable for weaving. Modern, non-anomalous charms of a similar design are now constructed using marram grass harvested from other islands or from non-traditional materials.

SCP-5530 Interview #98
Interviewer: Dr. Moore
Interviewed: Lachlan Wood
Notes: On 21/10/2020, the research team became aware of an additional active instance of SCP-5530. Unlike other instances, it consisted simply of a dried, knotted strand of SCP-5530 and had therefore not been included within the scope of previous investigations.

[Begin Log]
Mr. Wood: I didn't think you'd want to talk to me about… would you call it a charm? I mean, it's nothing to look at. Not a lot of charm about it!
Mr. Wood laughs.
Dr. Moore: Lachlan, we'd love to hear about it. Thank you.
Mr. Wood: It was just before you came here that I made it. I know they're usually for weddings and the like, but me Grand-da… he loved all the old stories. All the old ways, you know? I…
Mr. Wood sighs.
Mr. Wood: It was late and I was drunk, you know how it is. You could see the island from the shore and I just thought - if the sheeps can swim it… I've never been so good at the weaving, so I just tied it in a knot and that was that.
Dr. Moore: Just something to remember him by, Lachlan - I'm sure he would have loved that.
Mr. Wood: Something to send off with the old bastar't, you mean. At the end of the funeral, I tucked it in there amongst the flowers. Not so's anyone could see it except maybe him if he's up there watching.
Mr. Wood presses his fingers to his right eye and smiles.
Mr. Wood: Lord bless him, he looked so peaceful when we found him. Just curled up in his chair like he was having a quick kip. I kept thinking it was just some daft misunderstanding, yeah? Like - wouldn't it be fine if he could wake back up the net day, just as always? Up and through for first go at the papers, then out to walk the dug. But… Anyways. I hope that helps you. You know - for your book.
Dr. Moore: Thank you, Lachlan. Yes. I'll… make a note of that now.
[End Log]

Note: Mr. Fletcher Woods'4 funeral took place on 18/07/2020 and he was buried at Clachan Sands cemetery the same evening. Researchers were able to recover SCP-5530-68 from the memorial gardens and the instance was destroyed as a precautionary measure.

Footnotes
1. Hebridean traditions in contemporary contexts.
2. Both now deceased of natural causes.
3. Ammophila arenaria
4. Lachlan Woods' grandfather.

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Instances of SCP-5531-A

Item #: SCP-5531
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size of SCP-5531 and its geographical location, remote satellite data of SCP-5531 should be the main source of information. The Pacific Observational Teams and Atlantic Observational Teams should be headquartered at Site-40, and maintain constant contact.
Due to the enormous amount of SCP-5531-A generated, normal Foundation procedures regarding biological disposal are not suitable for containment. In addition, due to the non-anomalous nature of SCP-5531-A, usage of civilians to dispose and consume SCP-5531-A is allowed. Civilian consumption of SCP-5531-A is to be used as the dominant method of controlling the population of SCP-5531-A, to prevent a containment breach of SCP-5531.1
See additional addendum for updates regarding the consumption of SCP-5531-A.
Description: SCP-5531 is a series of widespread volcanic vents found at tectonic plate boundaries in the oceans of the northern hemisphere, including along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge and the northern portions of the "Ring of Fire".
SCP-5531-A are species of fish in the order Salmoniformes, which includes char, trout, and most importantly, salmon. All species of salmon, including Oncorhynchus, Salmo, and Salvelinus, are believed to be part of SCP-5531-A. While difficult to verify, it is believed that all species of salmon are instances of SCP-5531-A, and there does not exist salmon that is not a result of SCP-5531.
The main anomaly affecting SCP-5531 is that mature instances of SCP-5531-A are continuously observed to exit SCP-5531; due to the sheer number of vents in both oceans, the number of SCP-5531-A generated per day across the ocean is estimated to be around 10,000, accounting for around 14 million metric tons of biomass per year despite no clear origin.
Genetic testing revealed that SCP-5531-A have very little genetic variation among its own species. Despite this, SCP-5531-A still undergo sexual reproduction, with female instances producing valuable roe that is considered a delicacy. Testing revealed that while SCP-5531-A have anomalous origins, there are no other observable anomalies associated; consumption of SCP-5531-A is deemed safe.
The Northern Atlantic anomaly of SCP-5531 was well-known by Norwegian fisherman for hundreds of years, who mistakenly assumed that cave-dwelling is part of salmon ecology. The true nature of SCP-5531-A was not understood until observation of SCP-████ blocked off civilian fishing vessels from the Bering Islands for several years, in which the exponential population explosion of salmon lead to the discovery, linking the Pacific anomaly to the Atlantic one.
Due to the widespread popularity of salmon, the Overseer Council voted almost unanimously (12-1) to allow civilian disposal methods; the sheer amount of biomass generated each year from SCP-5531 would be impossible to achieve only using the Foundation's resources. The O5 council has mandated that containment of SCP-5531 would mainly consist of data observation, as well as population control of SCP-5531-A.
Consumption is encouraged for SCP-5531-A as the most effective method of limiting the number of SCP-5531-A.
Addendum: Relevant Memorandum Regarding Containment

From:
ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis

Subject:
Memo Regarding SCP-5531

Message

Salmon consumption has slumped in recent years due to concerns of heavy metal and mercury poisoning.
This is believed to be a deliberate campaign by unknown actors attempting to cause a containment breach of SCP-5531 by overpopulation; terms such as "biomagnification", "bioaccumulation" and "mercury cycle" are to be monitored in usual web crawling services to determine perpetrators.
Investigation into memetic propaganda is under review.

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Site-40
Secure - Contain - Protect

From:
ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis

Subject:
Memo Regarding SCP-5531

Message

Salmon consumption has still been in decline, especially in countries outside of East Asia, North America, and Scandinavia. Promotion of culinary styles suitable for SCP-5531-A in conjunction with light memetic propaganda is authorized.
As a measure of control, embedded field agents should encourage consumption of salmon and salmon by-products, or include salmon in other industrial usages.

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Site-40
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From:
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Subject:
Memo Regarding SCP-5531

Message

Recent media increasingly have seen unknown actors attempt to use environmentalism as a front to affect seafood consumption, citing overfishing and possible extinction.
This is judged to not be true, the population growth of SCP-5531-A is not at risk, and in fact grows too fast. Reduction of SCP-5531-A is a priority.

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Site-40
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From:
ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis

Subject:
Memo Regarding SCP-5531

Message

A recent decline in consumption of SCP-5531-A is linked to recent fad diets such as "veganism" and "vegetarianism".
More investigation is needed as of this anomalous disdain for SCP-5531-A; use of force is authorized.

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Site-40
Secure - Contain - Protect

From:
ten.pics|04etis#ten.pics|04etis

Subject:
Memo Regarding O5-3

Message

Consumption of SCP-5531-A is safe.

O5-3 was not allergic to fish. There is no such thing as a "seafood allergy".

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Site-40
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Footnotes
1. Breach in this case would constitute overwhelming other local oceanic populations due to uncontrolled growth of SCP-5531-A.

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Image of SCP-5533 during observation. Scroll over to enlarge.

Item #: SCP-5533
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5533 is contained at the bottom of Loch Ness within a crevice located at 230 meters, which itself extends to 271 meters. The crevice is barred off, and a water-drone commonly used for checking the submerged portions of the Glendoe Hydro Scheme1 is to be used to check the bars every other day.
Foundation web-crawlers are to abate the amount of content regarding the existence of a Loch Ness Monster, specifically any content claiming that it exists. All content of this type should be kept to a minimum, but should not be deleted altogether to prevent neutralization of SCP-5533. Any claims that the crevice SCP-5533 is contained in exists are to be removed along the guidelines of cover story CS-S0NR3 ("Sonar Error"). If the creature's Mandela Rating2 of twenty fluctuates substantially, either by raising or lowering by five points, Director Sythwell is to be contacted immediately.

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Everyone take a seat. We can talk amongst ourselves afterward.
The Mandela Effect is a fairly common social phenomenon that describes when a large amount of people have a common misconception about something generally well-known. It's why a lot of people think "Looney Tunes" is spelled t-o-o-n-s instead of t-u-n-e-s or that its namesake Nelson Mandela had died before he was actually dead.
This idea is fairly similar. Utilizing online and Foundation sources on what people believe and if what they believe in is false, we can calculate an object's, idea's, or being's mandela rating, or MR, and if it's physical we can use a scanner to calculate it in real-time. It goes from a scale of zero to a hundred, with accurate widespread belief at zero and inaccurate widespread belief at a hundred.
A regular person such as myself, for example, would most likely read at a range of zero to four. However, people higher up in the command may have readings closer to sixty to seventy, since it's unclear who they really are. This is fine! Neither of these are bad because they are exactly what's intended.
Things get more complicated when an anomaly has an MR, as what seems to always be the case in our line of work. When an anomaly has a score like a zero to three, that is what we call explained. Nothing to do about it, because the public has already adopted it as fact. Now generally, when the score goes up, we're doing our job.
Some anomalies though, are the complete opposite. They feed, and even are sometimes made of the energy created by human thought, and specifically the misconceptions the populace has about the anomaly. This is the main, and intended, use of the system. If the creature's or object's MR reaches zero, it most likely will cease to exist or lose any anomalous properties. If it reaches a hundred, the anomaly will often restructure itself to how the public views it and will probably be explained. Once again, after that threshold, we can't do much.
So, after that happy note, I'm going to teach you how to prevent that from ever happening. Let's get started.

Description: SCP-5533 is a thought-based shifter entity, showing a preference for cryptids found in popular culture. Most notably, the creature chooses the Loch Ness Monster as a default form. However, the anomaly is not able to fully replicate the appearance of the cryptids, and as such avoids direct view. SCP-5533 was originally mistaken to be a wild instance of SCP-3934. As a result, MTF Phi-02 ("Clever Girls") was dispatched to Loch Ness to capture the anomaly.
Addendum-5533-01:

To: MTF Phi-02 ("Clever Girls") Captain Date: 02/16/2016
From: Director Sythwell

Captain,
We have detected another SCP-3934 instance, and oddly enough it's in Loch Ness itself. It's assumed that operatives responsible for releasing it could still be in the area, so be aware. Four of you will be sent to the Scottish Highlands to capture the entity. Take out one of the drones so that you can do reconnaissance and locate it before engaging. Good luck, and hurry home.
Sincerely,
Director Sythwell

Discovery of SCP-5533; Recording-01
02/18/2016

MTF arrive at Loch Ness. Secluded area is chosen to avoid the public, and after prep, deployed drone DR-77 ("Plessy") to scout the lake. After two hours, a disturbance is sensed by the drone, which is nearby a crevice previously unknown to maps of the lake. The drone moves to investigate.
Upon reaching the ravine, no movement is initially visible. The drone moves to enter the crevice, but before it does so a large hand roughly five meters long and wide grasps the edge. The drone moves back into a clump of seaweed to avoid detection, as more hands grab onto the edges. There are eight hands in all.
The hands are attached to arms, which briefly struggle to pull a large mass out of the crevice. The eight ends of the arms connect to the base of a large human head. The head is about six meters wide and seven meters tall. Notably, its hair is long, dark-colored, and has the apparent consistency of tangled thread. Additionally, the entity possesses no iris or pupil, and its jaw appears to be broken.
The organism rests for approximately five minutes, observing its surroundings. After the time lapsed, it moves back down into the crevice. The drone is piloted back towards the beach where the MTF is located. End Recording.

Observation of SCP-5533; Recording-02
02/19/2016
Phi-02 was instructed to wait as MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was deployed to their location to better handle the anomaly. Using only the drone, it was approved to continue the observation of the entity.

0900: SCP-5533 exits the crevice. The drone is piloted within the ravine. As the drone explores the area within the ravine, a cave entrance is found, which leads to a larger, dry cave containing crude paintings on the wall. Most paintings are deemed indecipherable, however, one depicts an unidentified humanoid being carried by other humanoids, seemingly in celebration.
1000: The drone relocates SCP-5533 after exiting the ravine. The anomaly traverses the bottom of the loch by grabbing and pulling at the lakebed. Each individual movement made is slow, but it makes a relatively fast pace due to the amount of limbs SCP-5533 possesses. It stops often, staring towards the shore.
1400: SCP-5533 pulls five Salmo salar3 into its mouth using a single, cupped hand. The fish proceed to swim out of its mouth, triggering no reaction from the anomaly, which continues to pull fish towards itself.
1600: The entity returns to the crevice, and appears to go into a dormant state. Its eyes remain open for this time. Utilizing an MR scanner, SCP-5533 returns a number of sixty-five.
1900: SCP-5533 travels towards the MTF, and proceeds to push its arm above the surface of the water, mimicking the shape of the Loch Ness Monster and SCP-3934. MTF reported seeing the silhouette of the hand, which submerged after three seconds.4
2100: The drone begins to return to the team, but the feed is cut. Notably, the faint shadow of an outstretched hand is seen on the lakebed before the connection is lost. End Recording.

The following day, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") arrives and incapacitates the anomaly for containment, recovering the drone in a damaged state along with the previous footage.

Addendum-5533-02: Following containment and Foundation efforts to lower the anomaly's MR, SCP-5533 underwent multiple changes.

03/24/2016: SCP-5533 passed an MR of fifty-five. The entity's muscle mass has noticeably decreased. In addition, it has made fewer attempts to break containment and has taken more dormant periods.

06/04/2017: SCP-5533 passed an MR of forty. At the moment the MR passed from forty to thirty-nine, one arm detached from the main body with no visible detachment point. The anomaly's severed arm was recovered from the lake bottom. An autopsy conducted on the arm revealed that it was made up entirely of densely-packed neural tissue sheathed in water-damaged dermal coating.

12/03/2017: SCP-5533 entered a cocooned state after reaching an MR of twenty. Utilizing sonar imaging, the entity has decreased in size to a humanoid form. Notably, the body is covered in hair, it possesses two wing-like structures composed of fused arms and hands, and has two ocular structures identical to the Ascalapha odorata5. Following this event, the MR, which would normally fluctuate, stopped changing.

Footnotes
1. A hydroelectric power generation scheme.
2. Mandela Rating was coined and designed by Dr. Cathail and Researcher Myrrh. An excerpt from a seminar on the subject has been included in the document.
3. American Salmon.
4. "I would've thought that it was the real thing if I didn't know what was attached." -Reggie Raxum, Team Lead.
5. Black witch moth.

« SCP-5532 | SCP-5533 | SCP-5534 »


Item #: SCP-5534
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5534 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Humanoid Containment Site-06-3. Experimentation with SCP-5534 is not permitted. All human interaction requires approval from its appointed child psychiatrist1.
Description: SCP-5534 is a human child, age 10.
Provided SCP-5534 believes that it is being tested, any information thus obtained will pose cognitohazards2 embedded in whichever medium SCP-5534 conveys it.
Individuals affected by SCP-5534 feel an urge to vocalize hostile speech directed at it. The severity and duration time of this effect is dependent on the amount of information perceived.
Addendum 5534.1: Discovery.
SCP-5534 was discovered on 2020/05/02, when a Foundation agent embedded within the local Child Protective Services (CPS)3 office of Wichita, Kansas, United States, witnessed SCP-5534's caseworker verbally abusing it. Coworkers gathered, and were subsequently affected after reading a form SCP-5534 had filled out. Suspecting the effect of a cognitohazard, the agent confiscated the document and alerted The Foundation. The affected individuals were amnesticized and SCP-5534 was contained.
Addendum 5534.2: Interview log.

Interviewed: [SCP-5534]
Interviewer: [Dr. Allan Bowes]

Foreword: Following the assessment of the anomaly, Dr. Allan Bowes, a Foundation child psychiatrist, was tasked to perform SCP-5534's psychological evaluation.
Dr. Bowes proposed that his interview be conducted in a non-formal setting, hypothesizing that the anomaly could be circumvented in this manner. The interview was conducted at Site-06-3 staff cafeteria.

<Begin Log>
Dr. Allan Bowes: Hi! My name is Allan, I thought you might be a bit tired of going through all those tests, right? I figured you might enjoy, well, just hanging out for a bit.Dr. Allan Bowes : This site is a safe place, it'll feel different from what you're used to. Different from how it was at home, or school. We look after all kinds of people, people that need to be cared for in a special way.Dr. Allan Bowes : Tell you what, I noticed a little something in the backpack you had coming here. The vending machines here aren't too bad, give me a second.
Dr. Allan Bowes : (Walks towards the cafeteria's vending machine, and comes back with two Bounty candy bars) I was really happy when I saw that wrapper. We coconut fans aren't common. Here, one for you, one for me.Dr. Allan Bowes : I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak up, if that's alright?Dr. Allan Bowes : Why, sure—Dr. Allan Bowes : That's alright, I don't mind at all! I'm not the most polite guy around. You can have it back, we had it put aside somewhere safe while you were getting settled in here, just so it wouldn't get lost. It must be important to you.Dr. Allan Bowes : Is there anything in particular inside it that you want to get back?Dr. Allan Bowes : Okay. No worries, you'll get everything back, I promise.Dr. Allan Bowes : I'm gonna ask a friend of mine to bring it by, since I'm quite busy today. Here, write down what was in it, so he makes sure nothing's missing. You can use my notebook.Dr. Allan Bowes : (Closes notebook. Nods and smiles at SCP-5534.) It's okay. You did great. See? Hanging out and snacking is all we're doing. I'll walk you back to your room.
<End Log>

Addendum 5534.3: Item list

- One pencil.
- Two erasers.
- One Wite-Out pen.
- Candy bar wrappers.5

Addendum 5534.4: Excerpt from Dr. Bowes's notes.

Before joining The Foundation, my duty was to help children much like SCP-5534. My duty is now to Secure. Contain. Protect. While the latter is of the utmost priority, they do not always have to conflict with each other.
As far as I can tell, two theories must be correct in order to neutralize it :

- SCP-5534 is immune to its own anomalous properties, which I believe is the case given our interaction.

- SCP-5534 did not become anomalous overnight, neither was it born anomalous. This property might have been nurtured and reinforced by experiencing a non-anomalous, yet similar reality. A perpetual cycle allowing for an eventual transition into the anomalous. SCP-5534 probably hasn't even noticed anything out of the ordinary whenever this occurred.

I cannot imagine the damage a single mistake on my part might cause. Extreme caution is necessary, as there's no telling when it may feel like it's being "tested". Frankly, at the moment, I am not sure how to proceed. Effective therapy is going to be difficult.

Footnotes
1. For further information, please contact Dr. Allan Bowes.
2. Copied and verbally relayed information will lose its anomalous properties.
3. Both of SCP-5534's parents are alive.
4. A non-anomalous copy can be found in Addendum 5534.3.
5. After its backpack was returned, SCP-5534 was seen inserting an additional wrapper inside of it.

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Item#: 5535

Level1

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
caution

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5535 is kept in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-17. A guard must be posted in the adjoined Observation Room in case SCP-5535 attempts to harm itself.
SCP-5535's left arm has been encased in a specialized container, which prevents it from moving. This container is to be removed once per week to prevent muscle atrophy in the arm. This can only be done by the current researcher assigned to SCP-5535, and a guard must be present during the removal.
Description: SCP-5535, previously known as Mateo Velez, is a Hispanic male born in 05/07/1986, who suffers from an anomalous version of Alien Hand Syndrome1. The subject completely lacks control over its left arm, which is actively hostile towards the main body, as well as any surrounding individuals, despite not having sustained any damage to the corpus callosum, the posterior parietal cortex, the supplementary motor area, or the anterior cingulate cortex, which is usually the cause of AHS.
History: SCP-5535 was arrested for the murder of its wife and the attempted murder of its child in 13/07/2016. The subject claimed that it had lost control over its left hand, which had then choked its wife to death against its will. SCP-5535 was released by the police and delivered to a hospital, and was further detained by the Foundation after its anomalous brain chemistry was discovered by the hospital. Following containment, SCP-5535 claimed that it had been "possessed" by some sort of incorporeal entity that took control of its arm.
Incident Report 5535.1: During a weekly removal of the container constricting SCP-5535's arm, instead of attempting to assault nearby personnel as usual, the hand mimicked the act of writing. In hopes of uncovering more about the anomaly, the hand was provided with pen and paper. It is to be noted that this seemed to aggravate SCP-5535, who was extremely vocal about his objections and had to be restrained. The note written by the hand has been attached below:

First of all, I apologize for trying to hurt you people before. You stopped me from moving so I thought you were with him. Now I have noticed that he is imprisoned as well, so I know that that is not the case.
This man is not who he says he is. He is an impostor and a bodysnatcher. I am the real Mateo Velez.
I do not know what he is, but it's not human, I assure you of that. It came to me and forced itself into my mind. It tried to overwrite me or erase me or something, but it didn't succeed. Not fully.
I was forced to watch through my own eyes as this bastard killed my beloved with my hands. But when he put his hands on my daughter, I knew I couldn't let him. I managed to take control of the part of the brain that controls this hand and I used it to stop him. I've been clinging on ever since.
Please, help me if you can. I can feel myself fading and I don't know how much longer I can hold on. You must help me to get rid of this fake. You must erase his consciousness out of my brains and return control of what belongs to me, back. Help me, please. Help me.

Afterword: After the previous message was delivered, the affected arm fell dormant and has been considerably more docile than before, only occasionally attempting to harm the body. Considering the contents of the message, the container is to be removed thrice weekly and communications with the arm are to be upheld in order to determine the exact nature of the anomaly. SCP-5535 has been vocal about his objections towards this development, claiming the other consciousness to be lying. Research continues.

Footnotes
1. A neurological disorder, in which the subjects other arm acts independently from the rest of the body.

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