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BY ORDER OF THE SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL
The following file is Level 1/5292 Classified. All Site-120 personnel as well as visiting personnel are allowed to access as they see fit.
All access is permitted and encouraged.

5292

Report Date: 20/02/1916

Designation: PL-X0R38/0124 (Codename — "Library of Babel")
Containment Protocols: No civilian entry allowed — cover story: retrieval of miners from a catastrophe. Currently kept under constant observation by my team. Books found within to be examined soon and sent to Overwatch if needed. "The Keeper" to be questioned and then contained with rituals. Provisional Site-120 to be filled with personnel associated with thaumaturgy for further book study.
Description: Item is a large, non-Euclidean library located approximately 60 meters underground the mines in Częstochowa, Poland, with numerous currently untranslated phrases written in Fae above its entry. Though exterior suggests it is only 100 m x 100 x 20 m large, its interior is approximated to be around three times that size.
Inside, a spectral human (Codename — "The Keeper") can be found. Despite being theorized to date from ancient times, it is able to converse in any existent language at will and possesses superficial knowledge of the outside world, with most recent facts possessed by it dated back to the 17th century. Despite being non-cooperative towards Foundation personnel, due to its state, it is not able to do anything — the only actions it undertakes are walking around and reading books, with which it is able to interact. Research as to a potential curse binding it to item is currently ongoing.
Item's shelves are filled with books written in nonexistent languages, describing either currently uncontained and undiscovered anomalies or nonexistent phenomena. Although most of such are as previously mentioned currently unreadable, current estimates suggest that approximately 1% of the books are written in languages known to mankind.
Discovery: Discovered on 13/01/1916 by MacCarthy's team during their reconnaissance mission concerning intelligence reports of a Free Port existing near Częstochowa, Poland. When clues reported by agents and local authorities led them to the local mines, a search mission initiated shortly after revealed the existence of a buried entrance to item. Further action opened it up, allowing for entry.
Due to this discovery as well as the still unfinished actions regarding the potential existence of a Free Port in the vicinity, Provisional Site-120 had been established on 15/02/1916 in the mines near the entrance to item. This base of operations is to be utilized for as long as needed. No civilian entry allowed, with only my team, MacCarthy's team, Task Formation Pl/120, and Micheals allowed to operate within permanently. Shipments of further building material as well as human resources required for further operation currently pending approval from Overwatch.

Signed,
— Hannah Rivera, Project Lead of the Polish Containment Project

22/02/1916

Dr. Rivera,
Your request for additional resource shipments to Provisional Site-120 has been forwarded to O5-11 and officially approved. However, it was his official request that your search regarding the local Free Port ensues with more force than previously. The Council appreciates your efforts in attempting to establish an official Site within Poland, but that is not why you are there — the project to turn Provisional Site-120 into an indefinitely operating Site has been denied. You have been sent there solely to look for the Free Port, not to establish new Sites — a need for that currently does not exist. You have already sent us 7 requests for this. Any further ones will be met with disciplinary action.

Signed,
— Maria Jones, the Secretary of the O5 Council

24/02/1916

The following is a transcript of my conversation with The Keeper, as transcribed by Raia Micheals, conducted a few days after the discovery. Note that since the discovery, it has been contained within one sector of PL-X0R38/0124 by Task Formation Pl/120 using standard containment rituals and circles for easier access for interviews.

<Conversation start>
Rivera: So, for the record — who are you?
Interviewed: Do you even want an answer to that?
Rivera: What?
Interviewed: Do you even want an answer to that, or do you want to mark me down as "not-cooperative," as you always do?
Rivera: W-what is that even supposed to mean?
Interviewed: And what do you think it was?
Rivera: Just answer the goddamned question!
Interviewed: <Sigh> I am David, son to Lamech, brother to a few. I keep this place alive. Is that enough?
Rivera: And what is your role here, exactly?
Interviewed: And what do you think it is?
Rivera: I— <sighs> Can. You. Answer. Normally? Why the hell must you be like this?
Interviewed: As I said, I keep this place alive. Someone has to. The lights need to burn, the books need to be read. If not, what are they for?
Rivera: Well, aren't they supposed to store knowledge?
Interviewed: And what is knowledge that's forgotten good for? Isn't knowledge's entire point to be known?
Rivera: I am the one asking questions here. Comply or get back into that containment ring.
Short pause.
Rivera: Who built this place?
Interviewed: I did.
Rivera laughs.
Rivera: All by yourself? Genuinely hilarious.
Interviewed: Do you find disrespecting me humorous?
Rivera punches the desk with her fist.
Rivera: Now, can you comply, like I told you twenty times already? Or do you want to never leave the goddamned cir—
Interviewed: I am the only source of information about this library you have, yet you choose to do this instead? Hilarious. Well, if you want a story, you'll get one. I witnessed the birth, rise, and fall of the old world. I witnessed as the rulers of it sought for what was not theirs and fell upon the might of God himself. I witnessed when He decided the world was too corrupt to exist as his creation and I witnessed when He made my brother build the biggest ship anyone has ever seen and I was there when water cleansed everything impure, watching from within this cursed library I was tricked into building. I witnessed as the world was built anew, coming from the sunken ashes of the flooded depths of the old one. I witnessed as you created the same empires built on the same mistakes, alone in your power, not learning anything, yet you, you think you know anything? You don't! You are the same people that came before you and you will be the same ones that will come after you, not realizing anything everyone tried to make you learn, yet you are here, thinking so highly of yourselves The only genuinely hilarious aspect of this conversation is the fact you think you're in a higher position than me. I was here before you and will be after you pass into being forgotten, filling humanity's pit in hell with more bodies.
Rivera: I…
Pause for a minute.
Rivera: I… the books. You mentioned the books before. What are they? Why are they in nonexistent languages?
Interviewed: They are the punishment for what I've done. A constant reminder that you will always be the same, no matter the time. A reminder that you will never understand your worthlessness alone.
Rivera: Do you even know the languages they're written in?
Interviewed: Of course I do. I simply can't share them.
Rivera: Then why the hell don't you help? Do you even know how many people will die if we don't figure out this goddamned Free Port?!
Interviewed: Because I wanted an easy way out, and look where it got me.
<Conversation end>

Comment: The Keeper has once again shown that it is not able to cooperate — from refusing to answer my questions to being outright aggressive towards me and my men — this is not only unacceptable but actively malicious towards my staff. I officially request allowance for an official exorcism to be conducted so that we can peacefully study the books within PL-X0R38/0124.

Signed,
— Hannah Rivera, Project Lead of the Polish Containment Project

Hannah Rivera left the room, angry. It always happened to her. She always got the worst ones to cooperate with — the irony of being the human resources manager and not being able to deal with the bullshit of the anomalous was quite funny to her if she was honest. But that didn't matter anyway. That was the last project on her schedule today, and now all she needed to do was to come back to the operation hub and she was free. She'd work on the plans of Site she'd send to Overwatch, but ever since those bastar—
"What the fuck was that?" Suddenly, a voice invaded her palace of thoughts. A young and soft voice, but a voice angry at who it was directed towards nonetheless. "What in the actual fuck were you thinking?" Raia Micheals said, with their glasses almost falling off as they nearly tripped on one of the looser stones within the floor of the lowest level of the library.
"What?"
"What the hell do you think Overwatch will say when you send them this? Not only is this blatant mistreating of sentient anomalies, which, may I remind you, it's not the 19th century anymore, but you are showing extremely unprofessional behavior recently, and moreover, how the hell is this evidence for any lack of cooperation?! You are the—"
"We are here to research the goddamned library and its connections to the Free Port, which, may I remind you, is a threat to normalcy and these fucking civilians. When the only person we can get information from is blatantly not cooperative, I get angry, of course I do. I am sick to death of being the one they always send for these bullshit missions and make me do bullshit interviews, and when I do everything as they want, they reject my plans of approving a Site I've been working towards for the better part of this goddamned century, you—" She stopped. "I… I'm sorry, Raia. I shouldn't have."
"It's okay. I get that." They sighed, opening their clipboard up. "Did you get any further reports about the Free Port?"
"Vemhoff's team translated some of the books here. The ones from the section about local inhabitants, I mean, and, well, we got its name."
"Oh?"
"It's apparently called Esterberg, Fae for City of the East. I… that's everything. For two weeks, all they got is the goddamned name." Rivera said, rubbing her tired eyes. "I'm tired, Raia. I really am."
"I know. Everyone is." Raia sighed, trying their best to not dump their problems onto Rivera. "Overwatch tried sending some task forces into Częstochowa to find something, but other than a few spikes in Akiva and Hume around some places, it was mostly no—"
"Wait. That… that might do something." She said, with a little more happiness in her voice than before. "Did they ever find a reason for that?"
"I.. no, I don't think so. They tried to mark the Hume footprints to some old rituals conducted by locals a while ago, but other than that, I don't think they did."
"If you could look into that, I'd appreciate it. Might lead to something. Hopefully."
"I… I will."
As the both of them finished speaking, neither of them walked away. The everpresent half-darkness by the library was… almost pleasant, really. It was a weird feeling, somewhat reminiscent of their childhoods, but neither of them reacted. They were too tired to notice, as everyone always was. But they wouldn't notice that either.

25/02/1916

Vemhoff sent me another report today — they translated a lot more than last time. From what I picked up some of the recent translations had some Russian and Polish thrown into them and they were able to extract some words and sentence structures, so this time, it went much more easily.
They weren't able to do much, though. The only really important text is some pseudo-biblical shit they said is most likely legitimate, but somehow anomalous — the basic idea was that it was there in the original book, but something happened. I attached it below. The only things concerning the Free Port were some maps from the 1700s, which definitely confirmed it is in fact in this city — whilst they did point to specific entries into the pocket dimension, all of them have been long-dead. But it is confirmation that these entries still exist, be it in similar forms. That's something, I suppose.
At least we know The Keeper didn't lie.

Also, Vemhoff said he wanted to talk with you. Privately.

— Raia

Hannah Rivera sighed, knocking on the door of Vemhoff's new office. As angry as she was that she was treated like a child despite being his supervisor, she was glad she at least didn't have to walk up the stairs of the library to Provisional to meet with him — she was quite happy the translation team had listened to Raia's proposal to move all of their stuff down to the library itself for easier work. Raia always had good ideas. At least better than Hannah did.
"Come in." A young but confident voice answered the call, allowing for entry into its sacred archives. As the large, wooden doors opened, they revealed a small, dimly lit room. Despite numerous bookshelves located within, the main point of it was a large desk upon which stacks and stacks of unsorted papers could be seen.
"I've heard you wanted to talk to me," Rivera said, trying to locate the person that had invited her.
Two eyes were suddenly lifted from the papers, and a tired face filled with wrinkles despite its young age looked up to the woman entering. "Yes. Yes, I have."
She shouldn't be worried nor nervous, she was his goddamned supervisor, but for some reason, her heart beat quicker than it should have when the linguist's eyes looked at her. "What seems to be the problem?" Despite having literal authority over him, she was nervous. Why, she could not tell.
"I got more info," Vemhoff said, moving some of the papers from the stacks into his hands. "Alone. I… I discovered something I wasn't sure anyone else should know."
"And what is that?"
"Well, I… I got my hands on some old papers written by local authorities from a while back, all in the same dialect of Fae as some of the ones we found here, and well," he sighed, "Esterberg isn't the bad ones here."
She backed off a little. "What?"
"Exactly what you heard me say," he replied, standing up from his desk. "The Free Port we've been chasing as a threat to locals has been actively protecting them for generations. Our entire mission here is useless."
"That's… no. No, no it fucking isn't. This is ridiculous." With every minute, she was angrier. The thought that all her work was useless was not something she could handle. "Even if true, this still doesn't mean we don't need to deal with them. They are an active anomalous society, effectively spreading thaumaturgy and other phenomena into civil—"
"Just… no. Can you just stop for a moment?" Vemhoff sighed, walking up towards her. "I… look. I know how it feels to have an entire project destroyed like that, alright? But that doesn't mean you can just not tell Overwatch literally vital information bout eve—"
"No! Shut up!" she shouted, correcting her stance. "Shut the fuck up! This is ridiculous! You are not going to tell anyone this, do you understand? If anyone has anything to say here, it's me, do you understand?!"
"Is this… a threat?" he said, correcting his glasses.
"No. Merely a warning."
"You are going insane down here, Rivera. Do you even listen to yourself anymore?" the librarian replied after a sigh. He tried his best to keep his cool.
"I will do whatever it takes to keep those goddamned civilians safe, for better or for worse, and I don't give a single shit what your papers say about my better judgment," she said, leaving the room, closing the doors behind her with a bang.

26/02/1916

Rivera,
I… I suppose I'll just say it — yesterday, during our mission out in town, we detected a worrying spike in Hume around some parts of the city. We initially thought it's just dimensional thaumaturgy as practiced by some locals, but, well, it wasn't. We saw Fae. Lots of Fae.
When my boys tried to listen to them, they weren't able to get almost anything due to the language used, except for some things they told locals. They know, Rivera. They know about the fact you and Vemhoff know they aren't malicious. And no, I wasn't eavesdropping — I simply connected facts.
They are planning something. I don't know how they know, but my best guess is that they have some intel within the library. But that doesn't matter — we need to prepare. You need to call Overwatch immediately or we will get slaughtered here. This will be the second Factory, for god's sake. We need to act, now.
Please, get over your stupid senses and call them. I beg of you.

— Raia

<Conversation start>
Rivera: You motherfucking traitor.
Interviewed: What?
Rivera: You exactly know what, you piece of shit. "Oh, I won't help you, look at me, funny lesson man!" my ass, fucker. You helped those goddamned Fae yet not us, when we are the just ones here, you—
Interviewed: <Chuckles> You entirely missed my point, then. But I am not all that surprised.
Rivera rushes towards The Keeper with an ethereal dagger in her hand, only to be quickly tackled by Micheals, who grabs her and takes her by the side.
Micheals: Rivera, what the fuck?
Rivera: Don't you see it too, you moron?! He is trying to fuck us over, giving intel to Fae—
Micheals: No. Stop. You… please, take a moment to breathe.
Rivera: I—
Micheals: Stop. Now. Take a moment. Go outside this library. Take a breath of fresh air. Smoke. Whatever. Just… calm down. Let me handle this, alright?
Rivera: I…
Short pause.
Rivera: Fuck you.
Rivera leaves the near vicinity of Micheals and the Keeper.
Micheals sighs as they walk towards the desk near which the Keeper is sitting.
Micheals: I… well, hello. Sorry for my co-worker. She—
Interviewed: I know.
Micheals: What? What do you mean? How did you ever hear that?
Interviewed: I didn't.
Micheals: Then how the—
Interviewed: Once you sit down here for so long with knowledge itself you start to… well, you start to understand it. You know what happens here and why it happens. It's hard to explain, but it's one of these things you simply understand. You begin to understand knowledge.
Micheals: Do you think that has any connections to your… situation?
Interviewed: The irony of knowing everything yet not being able to share it is something that I think fits it, yes.
Pause for ten seconds.
Micheals: Can I ask you something?
Interviewed: That's why I'm here, is it not?
Micheals: Why did you tell these Fae about what she knew? Or, rather, how did you even do it?
Interviewed: They knew where to look. They knew how to look. And they knew to understand.
Micheals: What do you exactly mean by they… "knew to understand"?
Interviewed: No one knows to understand, until they do. I didn't, when I first came here. And you don't — yet. But they do. They know that they are nothing alone. Why do you think this is a library, Raia?
Micheals: How do you— wh, what? What does that even have to do with anything?
Interviewed: It's a metaphor. They always are.
Short pause.
Interviewed: It's a library of things of heinous acts of humanity. Why do you think they are no longer here? Why do you think they were decided unworthy? And why do you think it's a library, representing those that are alone and their acts by mere books? Don't you think it's maybe because alone, you are these books—
Micheals: —but together, we are a library.
<Conversation end>

"See? I was right, the whole fucking time," Rivera slapped her hand on Vemhoff's desk, entering the office without permission. "I told all of you, yet you didn't listen." The fury in her was almost tangible in the air. "I told all of you it was malicious, and none of you listen—"
"Stop," the voice from within the papers answered. It was rough, it was tough, but most importantly — it was angry.
"W-what?" The sheer thought of someone stopping her didn't even pass her mind. When met with brutal reality, she stepped back a little.
"I said — stop. Now." The voice arose from the books, walking towards the intruder. "We have bigger things to worry about."
"What? What the hell do you mean?" she said, wiping the dust she collected in the office from her clothes away.
"I… I got another report. MacCarthy's team disappeared from the city," he sighed. "We found the bodies, Hannah. They were beyond recognition."
"What? Who? Where?"
As the Director tried walking forward, the doors to the room slammed open, revealing Micheals, who was visibly exhausted.
"I got— w… wha— what the…?" they said, trying to catch their breath. "I got so—something, I…"
"No. Stop," Vemhoff replied, this time angrier than before. "I don't care, okay? There is an attack incoming, do you understand?"
"W… what?" Raia said, calming down a little. "What attack? Where, when?"
"Intelligence reports all over Częstochowa. Hundreds of Fae coming from multiple pocket dimension entries. They call themselves "Triumviraté"' Fae for "we will prevail." Esterberg's Fae terrorists." Vemhoff sighed. "At least we got their locations."
"Oh Jesus Christ." The Director's mind was racing. "How many days do we have left?"
"The raid starts tomorrow, Han."

27/02/1916

To all Provisional Site-120 personnel,
The following is an official notice of an incoming attack from local Fae militias due to the currently-ongoing post-1911 complications. It planned to be executed on Provisional Site-120 within the next 24 hours.
We do not know what will happen, how it will happen, or when it will happen. We can only speculate why or how they will attack. But we need to be ready.
All personnel are now required to immediately report themselves to the Site's security chief for a briefing. There, you will all receive exact info and equipment required to defend yourself to the best of your means. Will that be enough, I cannot say.
What I however can say is that I fully believe in all of you, and your ability to come together — if years of work at the Foundation taught me anything, it's that you all have a special ability to come together when needed. For years, I thought I couldn't see any more wonders created by people to protect humanity, but every time, I was proven wrong. And this time will be no different.
If anyone has any more questions, I will be in my office at the bottom of PL-X0R38/0124 to answer them all day. I will not sleep anyways, so feel free to come in.

Signed,
— Hannah Rivera, Director of Provisional Site-120

She was tired. She was tired and anxious, but beyond anything, she was angry. She was angry at herself, her co-workers, her current situation, and everything else that had led to where she was now. She was furious, frustrated, but most importantly, she was afraid.
For the first time in her three decades of work here, she was afraid. She was afraid because deep down, she knew it was her fault. She knew that if she had done better, none of this would have had to happen.
But she couldn't change the past, no matter how hard she tried.
"Is everything ready?" she said, entering into the main hall, leading from the entry to the library. The room was filled with numerous people holding numerous weaponry, all ready. They were all different, from identities, personalities, heights, and looks to even professions, but right now, they were identical — all of them were nothing more than the weapons they made up. Sure, it was an awful look for all of them, but she had to accept it, as all leaders had. That's what needed to be done.
"They are," the voice from behind her said. As the Director turned, the voice gained a face. Raia Micheals' eyes were tired, but they didn't show any sign of tiredness themselves — their mind was still going as quickly as possible, be it limited by the fact their eyes didn't want to cooperate. "They've been here since you put the announcement on. Guess we weren't the only ones that couldn't sleep, eh?"
"We weren't," she sighed. "Do we have any new reports on their location?"
Raia opened their clipboard up. "Latest intelligence reports from an hour ago show that the battalion is around two hundred entities large and is approximately four kilometers away. Not a good look."
"Does Overwatch know?" she answered. "As in — did the messages get sent properly?"
"I… yes, yes they were."
"No answers?"
"No answers."
She sighed.
"I… I'll get this sorted with," she said, turning towards the group of people gathered before them. "You and Vemhoff get to the bunker down above. We can't risk losing any of you."
"And you?"
"Well, I need to be here, don't I? Someone has to motivate them, and if not the goddamned Site Director, then who will do the job?"
"I guess you're right," Micheals said, heading towards the tunnel reading into the on-Site bunker. "I… it was a pleasure, Han."
As the second-in-command left the room, Hannah Rivera was once again alone. Alone amongst over forty people. Ironic.
But that didn't matter now.
"So, everyone here," she said, standing atop the elevated area of the room. "Everyone here knows what's up already, I hope. And, well, everyone knows how shit the situation is."
As the tens of eyes present within the room turned towards the voice above them, they suddenly stopped being only eyes, turning to faces. Faces with families, faces with jobs, faces with personalities. As she looked upon them, she realized how hopeless the situation was, but more importantly — how important it was they succeed.
"Today will be hard. I won't say it won't be. Today might even be the hardest any of you will ever have to go through," she said, walking amongst the people gathered around her. "But that doesn't mean we won't get through this. Why?"
She paused for a second.
"Because we have to. If we fail today, all work we put towards getting here will be lost," she continued. "And I will not let some forest freaks destroy my squad."
The silence in the room was almost unbearable.
"You are like family to me, I won't lie. I couldn't stand to watch any of you get hurt. And I won't. Do you know why?" she looked at all of them. "Because together, we can do this. And together, we will do this."
"Now, let's put them back where they came from, shall we?"

Using some of the tricks described in the books, we were able to recreate parts of the event so that I and Vemhoff could properly transcribe it. I… I think it will be best if I just attach the transcript of the recreation below.

As this part of the event begins, the vision of humanoids and items representing the ones during the event manifest. Despite them being transparent, most features are visible, with almost every single individual being identifiable.
As the figures enter the room they appear to be trembling. Despite this, they hold numerous weaponry in their hands, apparently attempting to attack something located within the distance behind the bookshelves, at the same time dodging incoming attacks. Among the survivors, Director Rivera can be seen. She is holding a rifle, actively firing it at something in the distance. She does not react.
Rivera: <Hiding behind a bookshelf> Is everyone here?!
Person 1: N— <Loud explosion, inaudible> except He… <Shots, incoherent>!
Rivera: Goddamnit.
Rivera attempts to load the gun, which locks up with a bullet. As she removes it from inside the weapon, she realizes she is out of ammo.
Rivera: Is there a way out?!
Person 2: I… I don't think, I… the exit's closed, and— <Loud crash>
Rivera: <Sighs> I… eh. I don't have a choice here, do I?
Rivera looks at her companions, grimaces, and looks at her rifle. She removes a vial filled with a silver-like liquid from her pocket and spills the insides on the weapon, creating a small amount of smoke coming from within the gun. Despite this, the weapon doesn't seem to be damaged in any way. She loads it up, despite not having any ammo left. The gun starts to flicker, and Rivera smiles.
She blinks towards the rest of her team, and rushes in from behind one of the bookshelves into the open area. As she does so, she throws a can of an unknown gas, which explodes with silver smoke.
Rivera: Get here, you forest motherfuckers! You so want us, don't you?!
The enemy firing stops for a moment as she starts to attack. Despite being at an advantage, upon noticing the silver colors of the bullets, the Fae start to panic, wildly misfiring. Rivera uses one of the fallen bookshelves as cover, attempting to focus all of the enemies on her.
Rivera: Well, come here and get some!
As the fighting focuses entirely on her cover, she glances at the rest of the team.
Rivera: Run.
The Director's firing continues as the rest of the team leaves. Rivera cannot be seen any more, the memory cuts.

To everyone who lost someone that day — I'm sorry. I'm sorry as both a higher-up and a friend, because both of these positions feel like too much to handle right now. I'm sorry to everyone who had to look at that slaughter. They won't be forgotten, no one will. I will personally make sure they won't.
I'm sorry we couldn't have done more.

<Conversation start>
Micheals: I… do you have a moment?
The Keeper: What?
Micheals: I… I wanted to talk to you about something.
The Keeper: What… thing?
Micheals: Why? Why did they do this?
Micheals looks around the half-damaged library, sighing in the process.
The Keeper: I… I don't know how to answer that.
Micheals: Then why did you tell them we're here? Why? Just… why?
Micheals looks down at the table, visibly angry and sad. They pause for a moment.
The Keeper: They seemed to understand, that… I… after all their race went through, I thought they… I… I… they didn't, did they?
Micheals: What?
The Keeper: They didn't understand, did they?
Micheals sighs.
Micheals: No. They didn't.
The Keeper: But… I don't understand— I mean, they were together, were they not? They… they banded together to do this, giving up their differences to be… I… I don't understand, I…
Micheals: They… they never even had any good intentions, did they? I mean, if their entire intention was to attack someone, was it even understanding cooperation?
The Keeper: I… I mean, they were together, so does that—
The Keeper stands up, looking around the library. The bookshelves within its vicinity are visibly destroyed from the damage done to them during the attack, though not enough to break them down entirely. In the background, a temporary hospital can be seen. Within it, numerous Provisional Site-120 personnel are stationed, with only a few of them being actively helped by medical staff. Despite this, two non-moving bodies are being transported out of the area on stretchers. Their faces are covered.
As the entity tries to look away, it steps into plant-like blood staining the floor. Despite no body being present, the liquid can be seen covering numerous other areas, with crude ethereal weapons and human blood being present around each pool. Despite this, in the distance, a container filled with two unknown, humanoid bodies can be seen. Neither are moving.
The Keeper: I don't… I just… but they understood, I… they were together, they understood, I…
The Keeper stops for half a minute.
The Keeper: I… I think I need a moment to breathe.
<Conversation end>

Official Incident Report Log
PL-X0R38/0124 / 01/03/1916

Damage Done: The following is a list of all damage done to Provisional Site-120 during the 28/02/1916 Triumviraté attack.

Action
Casualities
Severity

The loss of supplies present at Provisional Site-120 at the time of the attack
N/A
Moderate

The destruction of approximately 200 books found within PL-X0R38/0124 as well as their translated versions
2
Moderate

The destruction of the entry into PL-X0R38/0124
N/A
Minor

The destruction of 5% of PL-X0R38/0124's left wing
3
Moderate

The loss of 35% of Hannah Rivera's plans regarding Site-120
N/A
Moderate

The loss of Director Rivera
1
Severe

The death of personnel during the attack itself
24
Severe

Additional Information: Despite the concerning amount of damage done to the Foundation's property as well as the anomaly contained by it, the main objective of the mission initially sent into Poland that discovered PL-X0R38/0124 (currently pending reclassifications to meet the new SCP formula) has been successful. The day before the attack, all entries into the pocket dimension housing the Free Port of Esterberg were discovered. Despite such routes changing rather frequently, the Foundation has been able to get the exact dimensional coordinates of the previously mentioned dimension, allowing for further access and research into this area. This has been a giant breakthrough, which will potentially allow for further contact.

Signed,
— Raia Micheals

02/03/1916

To Overwatch Command,
With the unfortunate recent events, I am sorry to say that I would like to formally request approval for the official creation of Site-120 in the place of Provisional Site-120 once again. I firmly believe this event confirmed everything Hannah Rivera stood by, showing us that Esterberg is not something we can just deal with once and never again. We have found evidence of its multi-centurial influence over local civilians as well as numerous anomalies created in the process, which simply cannot be ignored. The need for Site-120 is clear to anyone who has read our recent reports.
I am of course aware of the problem regarding PL-X0R38/0124 and its most likely constant need of surveillance — sadly, a system of instantaneous transport between a potential Site-120 and PL-X0R38/0124 would be needed to maintain that need well, which would take up unforseeable amounts of recourses to dig through the local terrain and establish a proper transport method in between. I do not know of any solution to it, but I trust in the Council's abilities to overcome problems.
Please forward any further problems or requirements directly to me, I would be more than happy to answer or adhere to them.

Signed,
— Raia Micheals, newly appointed Director of Provisional Site-120

04/03/1916

I think I might have an idea how to deal with that.

Signed,
— Maria Jones, the Secretary of the O5 Council

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
The following file is the current description of SCP-5292 and all of its sub-anomalies — all prior ones are severely outdated, with fabricated prose1 being present for personnel reading ease. They are kept under this designation solely for the entire context of Site-120's establishment and the story surrounding it, as per the Director Council's request.
— James Moore, Site-120's General RAISA Chairman

Item#: 5292

Level1

Containment Class:
esoteric

Secondary Class:
yesod

Disruption Class:
keneq

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

Numerous SCP-5292-1 instances as seen in the Research Team's workspace.

Assigned Site
Site Director
Research Head
Assigned Task Force

Site-120
Site-120 Director Council
Alistair Vemhoff
N/A

Special Containment Procedures: As all Foundation personnel assigned to Site-120 are automatically aware of SCP-5292 and the fact Site-120 has been built around it, it has been classified as a Yesod2 object and no active containment is necessary.
All Site-120 personnel are allowed and encouraged to enter SCP-5292 during their free time. Although all sections of it are publically available to all personnel, no-one entering should disturb the SCP-5292-1 Research Team.
Description: SCP-5292 is a large, non-Euclidean location currently occupying the entirety of the third floor and integrated into the structure of the SCP Foundation EUPLCA-Site-120. Although exterior measurements suggest it only occupies 100 x 100 x 20 m of space, interior ones say that the true size of the location reaches 200 x 200 x 100 m in size.
The entirety of this area is occupied by an enormous library, spread over five different levels and filled with anomalous lighting,3 which ensures the area is perpetually lit despite a total lack of any apparent source. On each of the levels, numerous shelves containing approximately 3 000 000 books total can be found.
SCP-5292-1 refers to the books present within SCP-5292. Although most of them are written in previously unknown languages, many contain pictorial representations of phenomena, objects, and entities previously unknown to the Foundation. A few of such however are written in languages present on Earth. Due to this, a special research team, currently led by Alistair Vemhoff, a linguist and an occultist, is currently attempting to translate all texts found within such to potentially gain further insight into the anomalous world. These translations are approximated to take another 80 years to complete.
SCP-5292-2 is an ethereal, humanoid entity confined to the space SCP-5292 occupies. It bears the appearance of an elderly, hooded human of European descent. Although it claims to be "David, brother to Noe," as the only records confirming this claim exist as material extracted from SCP-5292, this remains unconfirmed. Due to its state, the entity is unable to affect any physical item other than SCP-5292-1 instances — despite this however, it converses with personnel with relative ease.
Material analysis suggests that SCP-5292 and all of its sub-anomalies are approximately 20 million years old — though it is currently believed to be impossible for human civilization to exist within said time period, a few of the translated SCP-5292-1 instances seem to confirm SCP-5292-2's claim about the original creators of the library being a human society seemingly existing prior to the biblical flood. Whether such an event (or a similar one in nature) ever happened currently remains unknown.

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If you're reading this, it means your transfer over to Site-120 has been successful. Welcome to the oldest Site within the boundaries of Poland.
I'm sure you have many questions and concerns. You probably don't know what you're truly doing here or if you'll fit within the rest of the personnel. You probably think you shouldn't be in this place as you don't belong. Everyone has gone through that phase.
The truth is that none of us fit here. We are all misfits, brought here together because alone, we account for nothing. Alone, we are nothing more than the sum of our experiences, brought to no conclusion, no lessons to share with anyone. No happiness to share, no sadness to learn from. We are merely gears, created to form something bigger, something we will never achieve alone.
Because alone, we are mere books, but together, we are an entire library of knowledge.
Welcome to Site-120.

Footnotes
1. Despite being fabricated, all of said events did in fact happen and are entirely historical.
2. Yesod objects are those that have been integrated into the Foundation's command structure.
3. Consisting of candles, chandeliers, and lanterns.

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Item#: 5293

Level2

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

SCP-5293, upon discovery in Lake Erie, Pennsylvania

Special Containment Procedures (UPDATE): Following Incident-5293, SCP-5293 is to be sealed in a plastic mold internally shaped according to the object's dimensions, and kept in secure anomaly locker 03C. Interaction with SCP-5293 is prohibited.

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SCP-5293 is held in standard anomalous item locker 06B at Area-179. All interactions with SCP-5293, once permitted by the Research Head, must take place in an environment with a degree of separation between the researcher and the object. An intercom system, two-way glass, or a barricade that otherwise prevents SCP-5293 from directly viewing personnel are approved environments.

Descripton: SCP-5293 is a red, rubber ball, measuring 0.5 meters in diameter. SCP-5293 is capable of circumrotary movement, and can accelerate its gyrations to speeds of up to 643 kilometers per hour, if left uninterrupted. (See Addenda)
SCP-5293 is sapient, and has demonstrated an understanding of English. SCP-5293 vocalizes using an interstice that runs along the center of one half of the object, which moves similar to a mouth and jaw. The object's vocabulary is limited, taking pauses for a number of seconds in between words. When SCP-5293 is distressed, its coloration will change to a shade of green.
SCP-5293 has expressed a fixation on Foundation Researcher Eric Sauls, who recovered the object from Lake Erie, Pennyslvania, after reports of its discovery by a group of local fishermen. SCP-5293 continuously expresses the desire to kill Researcher Sauls, and has little interest in communicating about other topics.
Addendum.5293.01: Interview Log

Foreword: Second interview with SCP-5293, conducted by Researcher Sauls two days after discovery and containment of the object.
BEGIN LOG

Sauls removes SCP-5293 from locker. A two-way glass separates SCP-5293 and Researcher Sauls. An intercom system is used for communication.
Researcher Sauls: Good morning, SCP-5293. Can you hear me?Researcher Sauls: Excellent, and how are you today?Researcher Sauls: We talked yesterday. Do you still feel the desire to kill me, SCP-5293?Researcher Sauls: Ah, gotcha. That's okay, SCP-5293. Why do you want to kill me?Researcher Sauls: Alright, that's fi—END LOG

Closing Statement: Interview continued for another half hour. SCP-5293 refused to discuss topics other than killing me, even when enticed with the prospects of being able to do so upon compliance. Upon being asked to elaborate on how it would do this, SCP-5293 responded that it would "have to think about that", but "[was] going to kill Researcher Sauls" regardless. Object was returned to containment upon conclusion of the interview. - Researcher Sauls

Addendum.5293.02: Incident-5293-01

INCIDENT REPORT

Destruction caused to Area-179 by SCP-5293's acceleration

The following recollection of events has been compiled from a source of surveilance footage and summarized below.
On 2021/4/03, SCP-5293 breached containment by rotating itself within its containment locker to achieve a speed of 643 kph. The object then accelerated with enough force to break through the walls of its locker, and continued on a trajectory that broke through the northeast wall of Area-179's anomalous items wing, four hallways, a research lab, a fueling silo, 12 containment chambers (resulting in three containment breaches) and a garage before ricocheting off a stop sign outside Area-179 in a southwest direction. SCP-5293 broke through the windshields of 5 cars, 7 trees, a restaurant, and continued in this direction before reaching the upper-left second story window of the residence of Researcher Sauls. SCP-5293 shattered the window and accelerated through a wall before reaching the residence's bathroom and making contact with the back of Researcher Saul's head, who then died upon impact.
Upon recovery, SCP-5293 stated the following:

SCP-5293 was compliant upon being returned to containment. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Further interviews with SCP-5293 have resulted in the object displaying difficulty communicating about topics other than killing Researcher Sauls, despite having done so. A transcription of an interview four hours from Incident-5293-01 has been provided below.

BEGIN LOGDr. Dune: You- You killed him earlier today. You've been wanting to do that since you were contained.Dr. Dune: How does that make you feel?Dr. Dune: You wanted to kill him though. You remember that, right?END LOG

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2/5294 LEVEL 2/5294
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5294

Safe

Special Containment Procedures: All male parents turning 45 years old trying to participate in an SCP-5294 event should be amnesticized and dismissed from the facilities. All SCP-5294 invitation letters should be destroyed.
The known property containing SCP-5294 is owned by the Foundation and closed off from the public under the guise of a construction site. All active SCP-5294-1 instances who are the main drivers of conferences are contained in provisional containment chambers at the original area.
Description: SCP-5294 is the designation for the arbitrary manifestation of a building in Falkirk, Scotland. The facilities usually replace the position of a fast food restaurant and typically contain locales with several conference rooms and a bigger assembly hall with a stage. A sign overhanging the entrance reads "The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers". The manifestation typically only lasts for one day before the facilities are transformed into their original state.
Untraceable letters have manifested in the belongings of male parents in Falkirk the day of their 45th birthday. These letters pose as invitation letters to the conference. These conferences are realized typically between the times 08:00 and 17:00.
Any participants aged 45 years with children have after the participation in the event been found in a state designated SCP-5294-1. What signifies SCP-5294-1 is an inability to articulate any sense of self-conscience or object permanence. A variety of psychometric aptitude tests have in particular indicated a decrease in sentient constructs such as self-consciousness, self-awareness and higher-order productive abilities. While psychomotor abilities and the ability of speech remains unchanged, the individuals seem to have been set back to a stage of cognitive development typical with an infant.
Discovery: In February 2021 a Foundation operative living in the area of Falkirk, Scotland attended a conference seemingly generated out of nothing. What normally posed as a disused fast food restaurant had reportedly transformed into a conference hall. The agent was one of several men with children in the proximity that had received a letter on their 45th birthday inviting them to join in on a conference on fatherhood.

INVITATION LETTER

This is the invitation letter received by agent Gore at the time of his birthday 04/02/2021.

POPS! DADS! FATHERS!
THE DAY HAS COME FOR ALL MEN AGED 45 TO EMBARK ON A JOURNEY OF SELF-DISCOVERY AND SELF-EMPOWERMENT.

YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO THE FALKIRK EMANCIPATORY SOCIETY FOR MIDDLE-AGED FATHERS FOR A FULL DAY OF FATHERS MEETING FATHERS, MEN MEETING MEN, DEALING WITH THE ISSUES THAT WE FACE ON A DAY-TO-DAY BASIS.

AMONG THINGS THAT WILL BE DEALT WITH:
(under constant subject of change)
A HEALTHY BREAKFAST MINGLE
A GOOD AMOUNT OF SOCIAL TEAM-BUILDING
LECTURE: TERRY GIGGS ON FATHER OBLIGATIONS
COOK-TOGETHER: HOME MADE FISH STICKS. Might take a while.
LIVE READING OF THE DA VINCI CODE
MASTERCLASS: TEENAGE ANGST W/ FORMER DAD GREG
WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!

Sincerely,
The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers

.

INTERVENTION LOG

Three D-Class personnel were instructed to participate in the event equipped with monitor devices. Although not fitting either age or parental status they were faced with minor opposition from the supposed members of the society. Scheduled activities during the conference were documented in the log below on 20/02/2021.

Time: 07:57

Approximately 20 people entered the building. Bologna sandwiches were served from a table in the assembly hall. A few men wore t-shirts displaying the text 'Real Fathers', signaling their role as members of the organization. A note was handed out to the D-Class personnel and the other participants with advice for conversations such as 'Tell them about where you live.', 'Tell them about who you are.', 'Tell a funny joke.' or 'Tell them what in your profession grinds your gears the most.' Two and a half hours went by before the participants felt satisfied with the activity.

Time: 09:44

The participants were divided into teams with different team-building tasks. These involved carrying heavy furniture through narrow doorways and finding the arbitrarily placed car keys the quickest. Finally an activity was conducted where participants were to spend the most amount of time mending electronics such as stereos and toasters before giving up and returning them to the store.

Time: 10:45

Participants were seated in a circle around a man named Terry Giggs who listed 106 'clever jokes'.

Time: 11:05

The participants were instructed to cook up a recipe involving home made fish sticks. This activity was particularly drawn out because of the amount of loitering the participants pursued during the activity. The D-Class personnel uneagerly found themselves doing most of the cooking and cleaning involved.

Time: 14:00

Participants were given seats in the entrance hall in front of an elevated platform. A man wearing the same shirt shown by several members of the organization is seated in a leather armchair. A reading of The DaVinci Code is carried out prompting positive reactions from the participants.

Time: 15:30

A man posing as 'former dad Greg' comes on stage to speak on the subject of 'teenage angst'. However, the speech seemed mostly to consist of anecdotes about his son's old basket ball team. The man on stage disappeared after the moment the majority of the crowd had lost their interest in him.

Time: 15:58

The supposed 'Workshop' was merely a reiteration of the first activity of the day with more bologna sandwiches generated on a buffet table. At the last minutes of the activity, certain participants were awarded with the aforementioned t-shirts. The crowd shook hands as newly found members of the society received t-shirts on stage. As the lively crowd left the facilities, D-Class personnel noted that the supposed members now wearing the t-shirt stayed inside the building. Doors were shut and locked before the interior got dark.

INTERVIEW LOGS

Any candid attempt of questioning individuals on the effects of SCP-5294 or anything remotely related to consequences of their own actions only warranted in sarcastic and/or witty responses. Thereby, interviews were deemed fruitless. Instead, family members of the individuals have been interviewed to confirm psychological changes after the event.
The wife and son of a participant named Jurij Grigoryan were interviewed six months after his participation. Excerpts of the interviews are included in this addendum.

Interview Log
Date: 25/08/2021
Interviewed: Elizabeth Grigoryan
Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber

<BEGIN LOG>

E. Grigoryan: What's he been up to?
Dr. Taber: What?
E. Grigoryan: I mean, is Jurij in trouble?
Dr. Taber: Oh, no ma'am. I assure you we are only here to inquire upo-
E. Grigoryan: Oh good!
Dr. Taber: …We are only here to inquire upon your husbands behavior the last six months. Have you seen your husband behave differently than normal the last six months?
E. Grigoryan: Eh, no… How could that be?
Dr. Taber: Well, we were thinking if you have noticed any change in his… Intelligence or mental ablities?
E. Grigoryan: Intelli… Well, that I haven't seen in a good while…
[Mrs. Grigoryan laughs loudly.]
Dr. Taber: But is he somehow slower, mentally than before?
E. Grigoryan: Than before? Before Kevin was born?
Dr. Taber: Not necessarily… I meant-
E. Grigoryan: He is kind of slow you know… When I think about it…
Dr. Taber: Yes? How?
E. Grigoryan: Oh yes, he's very hard to keep on track. And he always has to check with me for groceries. And all he talks about is that conference, y'know?
Dr. Taber: So you have seen a difference in his behavior since he attended the conference?
[Mrs. Grigoryan scoffs and folds her arms with her gaze wandering around the room.]
E. Grigoryan: His stupid jokes… No affection whatsoever…
Dr. Taber: Whe-
[Mrs. Grigoryan stands up and looks out the window.]
E. Grigoryan: Ugh! And what does he do about Kevin…
Dr. Taber: Please try to calm down Mrs-
E. Grigoryan: I just get so irritated sometimes you know? He doesn't give a piss about any of our commitments or friends and he just looks so… F-cking indifferent to anything I have to say! But oh-so emotional when it comes to lil' shitty details.
Dr. Taber: What do you mean when you say 'shitty details'?
E. Grigoryan: Once he woke up, in the middle of the night… In cold-sweat, worried that his fuckin' drive shaft wouldn't make it through the next MOT!1
Dr. Taber: So he has been behaving this way since the conference?
E. Grigoryan: Yes? What? No, I don't know, why would a silly men's conference change him?

<END LOG>

Interview Log
Date: 20/02/2021
Interviewed: Kevin Grigoryan
Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber

<BEGIN LOG>

K. Grigoryan: Wha' is this place? Hah, did me' dad get caught for huffin'?
Dr. Taber: Your father is not suspected of any criminal activity Kevin.
[Kevin mumbles something inaudible]
Dr. Taber: What was that?
K. Grigoryan: Like, I dunno man… He wouldn't do anything weird, I guess.
[Kevin puts his hood on]
Dr. Taber: But… Have you seen him behave differently these last six months?
Dr. Taber: Hello? Could you answer the question?
K. Grigoryan: I dunno know man. He never really does things with me. I never really looked. Maybe he's a pimp.
[Kevin chuckles]
Dr. Taber: Alright, so I am going to be straightforward with you here Kevin… Is there anything that you would like to tell us about your dad that you're not saying?
K. Grigoryan: I mean, I dunno. He's a walkin' stool innit? But he always has been.
Dr. Taber: We'll call it here. Thank you Kevin.

<END LOG>

Footnotes
1. Short for Ministry of Transport, refers to the MOT test that is required to be carried out on vehicles annually in the United Kingdom.

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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
The following documentation has experienced multiple iterations as more information has been discovered.
TIMESTAMP: 18/09/2027
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA

Item #: SCP-5296
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5296 is secured in its testing chamber in Site-11. Its testing chamber is fitted with 4 Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs). SCP-5296 is to be monitored by at least 3 members of staff who perceive its existence.
Description: SCP-5296 appears to be a semi-physical entity whose existence is permeable and subject to factors that are as of yet undetermined. The precise nature of SCP-5296 is unknown. Even amongst those who perceive it to exist, there is little agreement on any of SCP-5296's features, presenting it as a sizeable threat to consensus reality.
These inconsistencies are largely universal, applying even to a single individual's continuous perception of SCP-5296. Common points of disagreement in decreasing order of controversy1 include:

Whether or not SCP-5296 exists
Whether or not SCP-5296 is humanoid
Whether or not SCP-5296 can communicate
Whether or not SCP-5296 is memetic or reality-warping

Due to its ambiguous nature, SCP-5296 has caused much conflict within the Foundation over its properties. It is currently unknown if this is an intended effect or not.
Discovery: SCP-5296 was seized by MTF-Phoenix-1 ("Mind Over Matter") on 24/06/2027. It was discovered during a Foundation raid to recover SCP-████ from [REDACTED] after a containment breach. It was found in a hidden room which was marked on an assailant's map of the complex. On entering the room, MTF-Phoenix-1 found a note describing SCP-5296. The note was subsequently deemed irrecoverable after a skirmish with remaining assailants. MTF-Phoenix-1 did not recall the contents of the note in sufficient detail to assist in initial documentation. SCP-5296 and SCP-████ were retrieved and brought to Site-11 without further incident.
Of note, members of MTF-Phoenix-1 claimed not to have noticed SCP-5296 until after having read the note about it.
Addendum-5296-A
Although SCP-5296 has, as of yet, proved easy to contain, it has caused significant disruption within the Foundation, detailed below:

Date
Events regarding SCP-5296

26/06/2027
On Junior Researcher Smith's assignment to SCP-5296, he made several complaints about it being “an empty room”. He also made several appeals to Site Command to delete the files regarding SCP-5296 and to cease "wasting our time on non-entities." Due to his misconduct, he was later referred to the disciplinary committee.

04/07/2027
Senior Researcher Aster experienced minimal difficulties in his preliminary research. However, video records of his initial tests were lost upon a routine scan of the Foundation database, wherein I.T staff deleted them, commenting “Assumed unnecessary equipment test: D-Class was standing in an empty room.”

26/07/2027
Research continued from here; however, it was slightly impeded by pressure to complete investigations quickly. As a result of this and a general effort by the Foundation to cut down on use of resources, all projects relating to SCP-5296 were halted until an appeal by Aster was approved.

02/08/2027
A formal inquiry into SCP-5296 was launched, leading to the near-deletion of the SCP-5296 file by Site Command in a 9-1 vote on the matter. After further investigation, no consensus was reached on SCP-5296 and its file remained pending deletion. They settled that research should proceed as planned.

10/08/2027
In accordance with the disruption it had caused, SCP-5296 was raised as an issue to the O5-Council, who also experienced difficulties in coming to any agreement regarding SCP-5296.

Following the O5-Council meeting on 10/08/2027, research into SCP-5296 is now considered a top priority. SCP-5296 has been provisionally classed as Keter.
Addendum-5296-B

Further review of our files regarding SCP-5296 suggests its nature may be vastly different to our initial assessments. SCP-5296 may very well be a figment of our imaginations.
- Senior Researcher Aster

Following review of the above proposal, further testing of SCP-5296 has been approved to determine the likelihood of this theory.
Test Log 5296-01

This test was overseen by Senior Researcher Aster on 09/09/2027.
Testing Procedure:
This test consisted of two executions with minor alterations:
Standard Procedure:
A D-Class will enter SCP-5296's testing chamber and follow the instructions of Senior Researcher Aster, who will be remotely observing the test.
The first execution was standard, but the D-Class was given a briefing prior to the test and was given a file describing SCP-52962.
The second execution was identical to the first, excluding the lack of a briefing.
Results:
D-1412, who had received the briefing, perceived SCP-5296 and was generally consistent with previous observations regarding SCP-5296 and the lack of consensus around its properties.
D-1583, who went in blind, was unable to perceive SCP-5296, complaining that there was nothing in the room to begin with.
Observations:
It would appear that the proposed theory may be correct, although the data set is insufficient to draw any conclusions. Further testing involving on-site staff is pending approval.

Test Log 5296-02

This test was overseen by Senior Researcher Aster on 11/09/2027.
Testing Procedure:
This was effectively a large-scale version of the previous test. Site staff was divided into two groups, one that was briefed beforehand whilst the other was not. They then each attempted to perceive SCP-5296.
Results:
Everyone in the group that went in with no prior knowledge failed to perceive SCP-5296, whilst everyone in the other group was able to perceive SCP-5296. The results after testing over 200 on-site personnel were consistent with the proposed theory, however also raise another possibility.
Observations:
These results are conclusive. They leave only two possibilities:

SCP-5296 is indeed a figment of the observer's imagination.
SCP-5296 is somehow aware of our belief in it and its permeable existence responds in kind.

SCP-5296 will hereafter be reclassified as Safe, since the discord it initially caused has run its course and its properties are now beginning to be understood.

Addendum 5296-C
As recent test results have raised concerns that SCP-5296 may be reliant on human belief in order to exist, it has been raised as an issue to the Ethics Committee. This is due to be discussed on 25/09/2027 during a meeting of the Ethics Committee.

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Current Iteration

Footnotes
1. This is not to say that the lower down items on the list are more agreed upon, merely that they are less often argued about.
2. This file was the improvised template that was pending the results of these tests.

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ITEM #: SCP-5297

LEVEL-

CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID

DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM

ITEM: SCP-5297

LEVEL-

CONTAINMENT
CLASS: EUCLID

DISRUPTION
CLASS: VLAM

Opened clay vessel, containing the preserved fruit of SCP-5297 affected trees.

Special Containment Procedures: An investigation into organizations suspected to have a working knowledge of SCP-5297 is ongoing. In the event that any foreign actors are confirmed to have the ability and means to create active components of SCP-5297, Foundation personnel are to disrupt their operations and take any relevant individuals into custody for questioning.
Description: SCP-5297 designated a series of thaumaturgic glyphs of suspected Daevite origin. In their original intended use, these glyphs would have been engraved into the bark of fruit trees as a component of an arbormantic ritual. Upon completion, the growth of fruit upon these trees would be greatly accelerated and uncharacteristically resistant to various parasitic creatures and potential ailments. Additionally, preserves produced from SCP-5297 affected fruits are anomalously resistant to natural decay and micro-bacterial growth.1
The incomplete or erroneous employment of these glyphs can lead to unpredictable and inconsistent anomalous effects. One such misuse occurred on 18/07/20202 and lead to the Foundation's realization that components of SCP-5297 may be actively employed and distributed amongst civilian organizations.
Addendum-A1: 5297_18/07/2020 Following reports of an explosion at a Phucker's fruit processing facility in Truro, Nova Scotia that resulted in the unexplained disappearance of first responders, a Foundation response team was deployed from Site-184. Their report indicated that the factory had overflown with an unidentified purple substance. Additionally, upon their arrival, several groups of people were present and attempting to shovel the substance into a series of retrofitted pick-up trucks. The responding Foundation personnel requested backup as the individuals refused to leave or comply with instructions. During the conversation, one of the workers slipped, falling into the substance. The individual's body began to rapidly reconfigure into a homogenous mass visually identical to the aforementioned substance over a period of two minutes. During the distraction, the other workers boarded the vehicles and managed to flee from the Foundation personnel.
After a period of 10 hours, subsequent testing demonstrated that whatever anomalous properties resulted in this transfiguration appeared neutralized. By this point, a request for the deployment of MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") had been approved. Beta-7 progressed through the factory, which was devoid of any organic matter with the exception of large quantities of the purple substance, later identified to be consistent in chemical composition to Phucker's brand Grape Jelly. The presence of partial components of SCP-5297 were discovered engraved on various processing machinery during this sweep of the facility.
Within the factory manager's office, Beta-7 found an opened email displaying the attached message. Attempts to uncover additional data have been unsuccessful, as a large quantity of Phucker's brand Grape Jelly was found within the manager's computer and the factory server room. An investigation into the company is ongoing.

To: uj.srekcuhp|htimsw#uj.srekcuhp|htimsw
From: uj.srekcuhp|J#uj.srekcuhp|J
Subject: This Fuck-up

Look, don't worry about them.
Just make sure our research gets out and then wipe the computers, or whatever. I don't fucking know.
We can't let those assholes over at Bon's know what we're working on here.
I'll send some people over to take care of the mess like last time. We aren't about to waste perfectly fine product.
- J.

Footnotes
1. Foundation archeological research has uncovered clay pots within suspected Daevite arboreal nurseries hosting SCP-5297-engraved trees that contain still-edible fruit preserves.
2. See Addendum-A1: 5297_18/07/2020

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Item#: SCP-5298
Object Class: Keter Argus
Special Containment Procedures: As per Settlement-841-M reached with the Three Moons Initiative on 11/14/20, direct containment of any instance of SCP-5298 is not to take place under any circumstances. Containment, and/or the acquisition of additional information regarding locations or the exact number of extant SCP-5298 instances, would constitute a breach of this agreement, and carry the risk of a ÞK-class Extradimensional Diplomatic Breakdown scenario.
As such, this document contains the maximum amount of information regarding SCP-5298 that the Foundation is permitted to access. Unless emergency authorization has been given by the O5 Council, this document is to not be altered in any form.
In addition, efforts to obfuscate SCP-5298's existence from the public are to be handled exclusively by the Three Moons Initiative, without any further interference from the Foundation.
Should SCP-5298's existence come into public knowledge through second- or third-party error, Settlement-841-M is rendered void, SCP-5298 will be reclassified as Keter, and the encrypted prior iteration of this document will be restored.
Description: SCP-5298 is a remote-controlled military drone used by the Three Moons Initiative. An estimated ███ SCP-5298 instances are currently operational. The full scope of their combat capabilities are not completely understood, but include 5.7x28mm machine guns (hidden in forearms), finger-mounted electroshock weapons (hidden in fingernails), and neurotoxin-injecting barbs (hidden in teeth).
Each individual SCP-5298 takes the appearance of a child between 5 and 13 years of age, and maintains an individual assumed identity. As such, each drone uses civilian property purchased by Three Moons agents as a staging area, staging up to three instances at a time, and handled by one man and one woman to act as "parents". Said handlers are willing participants, designated "pre-mortem undercover contractors" by the Initiative, and have experience in such fields as robotics, military technology, and method acting.
SCP-5298 work undercover in private and public settings, engaging in as much aggressive and problematic behavior as possible. Conduct includes, but is not limited to:

Shoplifting,
temper tantrums,
vandalism,
lying,
bullying of other children,
pulling fire alarms, and
destruction of property.

Due to their destructive capabilities, SCP-5298 will avoid direct physical violence toward civilians and more serious criminal activity.
At nighttime, SCP-5298 engage in their true purpose. Further information about SCP-5298 (including the targets of their extermination efforts) have been restricted by Settlement-841-M.
Addendum: Foundation agents placed a hidden camera in the bedroom of one SCP-5298 instance in suburban Philadelphia. The following footage was recovered, leading to Settlement-841-M:

Date: 11/10/20
Time: 1:42 AM, EST
<begin log>
[SCP-5298-██ feigns sleep. A shadowy mass forms from under its bed, slowly rising]
[REDACTED:] (singing) …nasty ickle Timmy-timms… …sittin' in ya jim-jams…
[SCP-5298-██ stirs.]
SCP-5298-██: Mommy?
[REDACTED]: …I heard a rumor, y'see. You said you weren't afraid of [REDACTED]. And ya figured that meant you could be just as naughty as you pleased, izzat right?
SCP-5298-██: Who's there?!
[A large, bloody potato sack materializes in [REDACTED]'s right hand; a meat hook appears in the other. He looms over SCP-5298-██]
[REDACTED]: Don't you worry, Timmy-timms, I'll give you exactly what you deser—
(SCP-5298-██'s voice shifts to an adult male, over a speaker; its mouth does not move.)
SCP-5298-██: Target acquired. Engaging.
[REDACTED]: …'scuse me?
[SCP-5298-██ grabs [REDACTED] and electrocutes them. [REDACTED] falls off the bed. The right forearm's machine gun barrel extends from SCP-5298-██'s palm and fires four shots into [REDACTED]'s torso.]
[REDACTED]: Jesus fuck, what is WRONG with you?!
[Twelve more shots. Flashing from the barrel indicates that [REDACTED] has an insectoid appearance.]
[REDACTED]: …okay, for the record, this changes nothing. You're still a naught—
[SCP-5298-██ leaps from the bed and crushes [REDACTED]'s head, stomping apart the rest of its flesh.]
SCP-5298-██: Target successfully eliminated; consciousness forwarded to Perdition Committee for interrogation.
PoI-5298██2: Timmy, I swear to God, if you're playing with actual guns in here —

[PoI-5298██2, one of its handlers, enters the room and turns on the light. Blood, viscera, and chitin cover the floor.]
PoI-5298██2: …oh, thank JALAKÅRA. Martha, they finally bagged one!
SCP-5298-██: (indicating the hidden camera) Mr. ██████, did you install that camera?
PoI-5298██2: No, sir.
SCP-5298-██: Analyzing… Foundation property. Espionage is an act of war, and will be treated as such. We'll be in contact soon.
[SCP-5298-██ shoots the camera, and the feed is cut.]
<end log>

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Item #: SCP-5299
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of electrical fencing is to be erected surrounding SCP-5299 and patrolled by security personnel at all times. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-5299 are to be apprehended, interrogated and amnesticised as appropriate. Any entities attempting to exit SCP-5299 are to be incinerated.
Updated 09/04/2019: Due to the risk of agitated entities overwhelming current containment procedures, no attempts are to be made to retrieve or interfere with SCP-5299-B.
Updated 28/04/2019: Any broadcasts released by SCP-5299-C are to be intercepted in accordance with Protocol Upsilon Beta-4. Any attempts to breach SCP-5299-C must be authorized by Director Callaghan.
Description: SCP-5299 is an installation in the Lake District superficially resembling an RAF base1. The area within SCP-5299 is subject to sudden and extreme modification of any organic life present, often resulting in the creation of anomalous organisms found in no other environment. These occurrences, hereafter referred to as Echidna Events, have increased in frequency over time: when first observed, they occurred approximately every half hour - at the time of writing, however, it is common for these intervals to last only minutes or even seconds.
Due to the fact that Echidna Events present an unacceptable level of risk to organic exploration teams - and the usual hostility of generated entities - the amount of information gathered regarding the internal structure of SCP-5299 is limited. However, it had been determined through the use of mapping sensors that SCP-5299 extends a considerable distance underground.
In order to achieve full interior mapping of SCP-5299 and discern the origin and mechanisms under which the anomaly functions, exploration by self-directed drone has been approved.

Exploration Log 5299-1:
In order to map out SCP-5299 and further explore the anomaly, Self-Directed Drone (SDD) #19 was deployed.
For purposes of physical description, note that SDD-19 resembles the lower half of a human torso, including legs, with a camera situated at the front of its body. SDD-19 is equipped with a dynamic Learning Computer, and is capable of determining by itself the most prudent way of accomplishing its mission.
SDD-19 was released into SCP-5299 via the front entrance.

<Begin Log>
(SDD-19 steps into the main entrance and turns three-hundred and sixty degrees in order to record footage of the entire space. Despite the exterior military appearance of SCP-5299, the interior here is laid out in the manner of a reception area, with a main desk at the head of the room and numerous chairs arranged in a waiting area. Although no abnormal fauna are visible, a thick purple moss is growing on all furniture in the room.)
SDD-19: I have memorized this area. Shall I continue?
Mission Control: Do so, 19.
SDD-19: Roger, roger.
(SDD-19 marches to the door leading further into the facility and opens it using a foot. The hallway ahead is dark, and SDD-19 switches to night vision in order to properly observe it. As the view switches, an indistinct organism roughly the size of a domestic pig, with several long, spindly legs, runs away around the corner.)
SDD-19: Anomalous organism detected. Shall I pursue?
Mission Control: Negative, 19. Continue exploration.
SDD-19: Roger, roger.
(SDD-19 continues and turns around the corner, entering an office space. Desks, chairs and various pieces of equipment are strewn around the room. A structure resembling a nest, built using scraps of metal, is protruding from a broken computer monitor in the center of the room.)
(As SDD-19 approaches it, three organisms resembling miniature alligators poke their heads out of the nest and begin chirping loudly.)
SDD-19: Shall I retrieve a sample?
Mission Control: Negative, 19. We can't risk one getting away from you in transit and becoming an invasive species.
SDD-19: Roger, roger. Shall I terminate?
Mission Control: Again, negative. There's no point - the organic material will be used to create a new living organism in a few minutes anyway.
SDD-19: Roger, roger. I shall now search the bathrooms.
(SDD-19 proceeds to the bathrooms at the side of the office space, entering the men's bathroom. The room is overgrown with vines, and the imprint of a large paw-like structure is visible in the broken mirror.)
(One by one, SDD-19 kicks the cubicle doors open, inspecting the toilet in each.)
Mission Control: That's a little loud, 19.
SDD-19: I apologize.
(SDD-19 kicks open the last cubicle. A small organism resembling a bonsai tree is growing from the toilet. As SDD-19 approaches to observe further, a tendril terminating in a pair of human limbs lifts up from the plant's main body.)
SDD-19: Hello.
Plant: Alas, oblivion.
(Echidna Event occurs. The plant breaks apart into a swarm of bright pink maggot-like creatures which scurry away in every direction.)
SDD-19: That is intriguing. I shall now continue my search.
[IRRELEVANT DATA EXCISED]2
(SDD-19 kicks open the door of the main office and enters. Two pillars of meat which were previously engaging in behaviour presumed to be procreation retreat into the corner and shiver.)
(SDD-19 approaches the main desk and begins data interface with the computer there.)
SDD-19: Stand by.
(Pause.)
SDD-19: Majority of data is corrupted. According to surviving personnel logs, 'The Director has retreated to the Shelter to await the Cambrian'. Context is unknown.
Mission Control: Understood. Continue exploration.
SDD-19: I shall.
(SDD-19 returns to the stairwell and descends further.)
(The third basement floor is a cavernous space with a single lit candle illuminating a rudimentary altar at its center. A human body is visible on the altar. Hundreds of anomalous organisms are visible prostrating themselves in the direction of the body.)
(As SDD-19 approaches, a small red creature dripping a viscous liquid flies at it. It grabs the creature out of the air with a foot and crushes its skull, dropping it to the floor a moment later. SDD-19 continues towards the altar.)
(SDD-19 reaches the altar. The body is visibly that of a young woman, dressed in a hospital gown. Although no signs of decomposition are visible, scans confirm the woman is dead.)
SDD-19: Possible source of anomaly detected. Shall I recover it?
Mission Control: Hold off on that, SDD-19. Just get a genetic sample for now. We don't want to interfere with this before we fully understand it.
SDD-19: Understood. I shall do so now.
(SDD-19 lifts a foot and protrudes a genetic sampler from it, stabbing it into the body a moment later. Anomalous organisms in the area are visibly agitated.)
(Two seconds after SDD-19 transmits genetic sample to Mission Control, all anomalous organisms in the area converge upon it and begin attacking.)
(Remaining footage consists of fifteen seconds of jaws, hooves and claws coming down on the camera. SDD-19 confirmed destroyed following loss of communication.)
<End Log>

Description (Expanded): SCP-5299-B is the corpse of twenty-three year old Lucy Lambert, former resident of Liverpool, England. Despite analysis suggesting that SCP-5299-B expired three years prior to discovery, it has shown no sign of decomposition. Research into the life of Lucy Lambert has revealed that, prior to her disappearance from her home on 01/12/2016, she was listed on the Global Occult Coalition's Minor Abnormality Index, although the specific reason for her listing has yet to be found.
Regardless of their individual traits, all anomalous entities created within SCP-5299 will demonstrate behaviour indicating a significant level of respect to SCP-5299-B. This has included prostrating themselves, delivering items such as carcasses and bright objects to SCP-5299-B, and attacking anything that attempts to interfere with it.
It is currently hypothesized that SCP-5299-B is the source of the Echidna Events that occur throughout SCP-5299. However, due to the difficulty of retrieving SCP-5299-B and concerns that doing so could spread these Events to a wider area, this has yet to be confirmed.

Exploration Log 5299-2:
Exploration conducted via use of Self-Directed Drone (SDD) #20. As the facility was not yet fully investigated by the end of the first exploration, SDD-20 was directed to bypass SCP-5299-B and proceed to the bottom floor of SCP-5299.

<Begin Log>
(SDD-20 proceeds down the stairwell, stopping at the entrance to the third basement floor.)
SDD-20: Notice! I have reached the point where SDD-19 met his end!
Mission Control: We can see that. Proceed, 20.
SDD-20: Of course! I shall do so now!
(SDD-20 proceeds further down the stairs until it reaches the end of the stairwell.)
SDD-20: Notice! I have now reached the bottom of the staircase! The bottom floor awaits!
Mission Control: (sighs) Yes. Please proceed.
SDD-20: Of course!
(SDD-20 proceeds through the door, coming out into another cavernous space. This chamber appears to have been carved directly out of existing stone, and no trace of traditional building materials is visible.)
(A large black cube, the size of an office cubicle, is present in the middle of the room. Dozens of anomalous organisms are surrounding it, vocalizing at it angrily using whatever means are available to them.)
Anomalous Organism: (unintelligible) Bahutha! Birth! Birth!
(Echidna Event occurs. All organism present collapse, are reconstituted into new organisms, and resume their verbal assault.)
(SDD-20 approaches the black cube. The anomalous organisms make no attempt to prevent this, although they visibly observe it.)
SDD-20: Rejoice! I have located a tertiary anomaly!
(SDD-20 knocks on the cube twice.)
(A moment later, two knocks are heard from inside the cube.)
<End Log>

Description (Expanded #2): SCP-5299-C is a featureless black cube, measuring two meters by two point five meters, located beneath SCP-5299-C. Evidence suggests that an entity is living inside SCP-5299-C.
All anomalous organisms within SCP-5299 will demonstrate extreme hostility towards SCP-5299-C when exposed to it. This will usually take the form of verbal assault or insults, although instances of anomalous organisms physically attacking SCP-5299-C have also been recorded. As prior observation of these anomalous organisms suggests that the latter reaction should be more common, it is believed that the primarily non-violent nature of attacks against SCP-5299-C is also part of its anomalous properties.
Currently, no method of damaging SCP-5299-C or moving it from its original position has been found.
Upon discovery, the entity believed to exist inside SCP-5299-C responded to knocks against the side of the cube, but ceased this behaviour shortly afterwards. Twenty-four hours after SCP-5299-C's discovery, it transmitted the following video on all on-site feeds:

<Begin Log>
(A title card reading 'FROM THE DESK' appears. The Narrator, an elderly British man, begins speaking.)
Narrator: God adores a detonation.
(Image of a black void. The picture turns bright white for a moment, and fades back in to a stock image of the night sky.)
Narrator: Where would matter be, without the humble explosion? Without the collision of destiny we call chaos?
(Timelapse footage of a growing potted plant, played backwards.)
Narrator: It would simply not exist. (unintelligible) It is undeniable, is it not? The waves of pressure are mother's guiding hand.
(Footage of a duck-billed platypus moving around an enclosure.)
Narrator: Again, when life was wilting, who came to save you but the humble ignition? Life blossoming, scattered like the seeds of a daffodil. Ah, is there more beautiful a thing? More splendid?
(Human skull.)
Narrator: (shouting) No!
(Hermit crab using a human skull as a shell and crawling away.)
Narrator: Indiscreet. Inelegant. Unforgivable.
(Footage of a crying child, overlaid with footage of a large crowd in a city.)
Narrator: (moaning) Stagnation… No, no, no, no … you mustn't…
(Footage of a volcano erupting. Immediately after, video cuts to black.)
Narrator: Nature abhors silence. Think on this. Explode.
<End Log>

Following this, Foundation personnel received no additional communication from SCP-5299-C until 07/06/2019, when it transmitted a four-second video clip:

<Begin Log>
(Narrator is the same as previous video. Audio is extremely muffled, as if the recording equipment is very close to the speaker's mouth.)
Narrator: Lucy Lambert is still exploding.
<End Log>

Footnotes
1. No evidence of SCP-5299's construction exists in official or unofficial records.
2. Full video footage of this exploration is available upon request.

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SCP-5300 - Ship in a Bottle
Written by MirageTD and Habitual_Snubnose

Images (in order of appearance)
SCP Location Starchart - Generated with the StarCharter tool, written by Dominic Ford
Klein Bottle with Möbius Band - Doctor Konrad Polthier, Freie Universität Berlin (used with written permission as per the terms of plus.maths.org)

Critters
Many thanks to Dyslexion, Calibold, DrAkimoto, stormbreath, OriCat, gee0765 and Uncannyon for providing critique and feedback.

Miscellaneous Credits
The end of the fourth paragraph in the introductory email is a paraphrase from the Administrator's note.
The "Vietnam book" Zajic refers to is The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien.

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To: Project Briareus Staff
From: Director Zeig Skannon
Subject: Containment in 2020 and Beyond

Recently, a number of people have asked me why this project exists. The Foundation's resources aren't unlimited, so why should we use them to seek out anomalies we wouldn't even know existed if we didn't look? In the short term, it appears to have little benefit; however, in the long term, it will prove to be essential.
One of the greatest challenges we face as an organization which, at its core, strives to control change is determining what should change. Where is the line drawn between anomalous and mundane? When should science be top secret, and when should it be used to advance humanity?
These questions do not always have answers. But one thing my colleagues and I are absolutely certain of is that, if humanity is to have a future, it will lie beyond Earth.
To date, a number of extraterrestrial anomalies have been documented and contained, but the majority of the Foundation's work has been terrestrial in nature. Looking to the future, a dedicated space program will become exponentially more important. It is our job to clear the way for humanity's advancement so that, when future generations look back through their history and forward to their own prospects, it will cohere into something that makes sense; to explore the darkness so others can expand into the light; and, as always, to secure, contain, and protect.
Towards this end, Project Briareus is being significantly expanded. All staff will be required to read the logs from the mission which took place at the end of last year. This will give you an example of the sort of things we expect to encounter out there and an opportunity to learn from past mistakes. The logs have been attached to this message.
Good luck to you all.
– Zeig Skannon, Project Briareus Director

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Item #: SCP-5301
Level 2/5301

Object Class: Neutralized
Restricted

SCP-5301 holding its child.

Special Containment Procedures: The house previously containing SCP-5301 is to be barred from public access under the guise of a gas explosion. Civilians claiming to have seen anomalous activity caused by SCP-5301 are to be administered Class-A amnestics. SCP-5301 is to remain in a standard non-anomalous humanoid containment chamber at Site-24 for further examination.
Description: SCP-5301 is a 47-year-old male chemist named Cecil Ganierie, who was rendered comatose after an overdose of a self-made and unstable form of amnestics. Due to SCP-5301's anomalous properties, it is currently located within the first floor bathroom of its former house in Kellhoff, Iowa. Inside this house are a high but dwindling number of translucent humanoid entities, split into the designations SCP-5301-A and SCP-5301-B.
SCP-5301-A instances are tinted green, and resemble SCP-5301 at various points in its life. Only SCP-5301-A-039 deviates from this appearance (See Addendum 5301-1). SCP-5301-B instances are tinted red, and resemble various people present in SCP-5301's life. SCP-5301-A/B instances both have similarly tinted weapons affixed to their hands, ranging from small blunt objects to heavy artillery machines. These weapons are incapable of damaging the house or the surrounding environment. Instances are only capable of vocalizing in simple phrases and aggressive cries.
SCP-5301-A and SCP-5301-B are in a constant state of lethal conflict, each using their weapons to terminate members of the other group. Once an instance of either group is terminated, it will combust into flames the same color that denotes their respective group, and promptly demanifest. Demanifestion of SCP-5301-A/B leaves little fire damage to their surrounds.
SCP-5301-A/B Instances leaving the vicinity of the house containing SCP-5301 will immediately demanifest in a similar manner. Attempts at relocating SCP-5301 will cause both sides to start chanting, "Stay out of this!" and to aggressively attempt to remove the offending party from the house.
Currently, there are more SCP-5301-A instances than SCP-5301-B instances.
Addendum 5301-1 — Log of Notable SCP-5301-A/B Instances:

Instance #: SCP-5301-A-001
Description: Resembled SCP-5301 as it appeared on his thirteenth birthday wielding a piñata stick. Attempted to terminate SCP-5301-B-001, but was overpowered and dispatched by the instance instead. Believed to be the first instance terminated on 2020/02/14, the starting date of SCP-5301's anomalous behavior.

Instance #: SCP-5301-B-001
Description: Resembled SCP-5301's father Carl Ganierie with an abnormally large mouth, wielding a push gas lawnmower. Dismembered four adolescent SCP-5301-B instances before being violently dispatched by SCP-5301-A-039.

Instance #: SCP-5301-B-019
Description: Resembled SCP-5301's first grade teacher Clara Biggs wielding a metal meter stick. Assisted SCP-5301-B-001 in terminating multiple adolescent SCP-5301-A instances before being violently dispatched by SCP-5301-A-039.

Instance #: SCP-5301-A-018
Description: Resembled SCP-5301 as it appeared on the day of its first wedding wielding brass knuckles adorned with wedding ring gems. Incapacitated by an SCP-5301-B instance resembling SCP-5301's former wife Janice Ganierie1 after a two hour physical and verbal conflict between the two. Said instance and SCP-5301-A-018 were then violently dispatched by SCP-5301-A-039.

Instance #: SCP-5301-B-048
Description: Resembled SCP-5301's former therapist Henry Borgen. Bludgeoned multiple adult SCP-5301-A instances with a hard-cover copy of the book Your Anger and You: A Smile Goes A Long Way! before being dispatched by SCP-5301-A-039.

Instance #: SCP-5301-A-039
Description: Resembled an infant version of SCP-5301's son, Samuel Ganierie, wielding a rocket launcher of unidentified model. When fired, the rocket launcher emitted the sound of a child laughing along with its intended projectile. Responsible for the most fatalities of SCP-5301-B instances. Survived until the events of Addendum 5301-2.

Addendum 5301-2 — Update: As of 2020/03/01, all SCP-5301-B instances have been terminated, which left five SCP-5301-A instances remaining. After celebrating for 30 minutes, the remaining instances began shaking, before abruptly detonating in an incandescent burst of green flames, destroying a majority of the house's second floor.

During an evacuation of the house, SCP-5301 regained consciousness and began speaking to Agent Moore, who was hoisting SCP-5301 out of the house at the time. The following is a log of this conversation:

<BEGIN LOG>
Moore: Shit, guys! he's awake!Moore: Sir, how do you feel? You okay? You moving everything fine right?Moore: What?Moore: That all? Eh?Moore: Guess that's good to hear.Moore: Can't. Carrying you right now, as you can see.Moore: Yeah.Moore: Probably won't be seeing him for a while.(Pause.)Moore: Sure.

<END LOG>

SCP-5301 was then promptly relocated to Site-24 non-anomalous humanoid storage with no issue. SCP-5301 is scheduled to be properly amnesticized and released from Foundation custody after a month of sustained non-anomalous activity and good behavior.

Footnotes
1. Mutually divorced as a result of SCP-5301's supposed anger management issues and Ms. Ganierie's supposed manipulative behavior.

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SCP-5302

Item #: SCP-5302
Level 3/5302

Object Class: Safe
Confidential

The graveyard previously at SCP-5302's location.

Special Containment Procedures: A chain-link fence will be maintained around SCP-5302. Any civilians attempting access to SCP-5302 are to be delivered to the local authorities under the guise of trespassing charges. Gravestones and coffins identical to ones removed by SCP-5302's manifestation are being placed at nearby cemeteries. The website advertising SCP-5302 is to remain blocked from any civilian access.
Description: SCP-5302 is a karaoke bar which appeared over the former site of a small graveyard located in northwest rural Iowa. An neon orange sign above the front door of SCP-5302 reads "HONEY BODY KARAOKE - BAR - GRILL". The interior of SCP-5302 has a honey-themed motif, prominently including a small stage and karaoke equipment. This equipment is only capable of playing songs in the funk genre.
SCP-5302 is inhabited by 34 viscous humanoid entities (designated SCP-5302-A) comprised primarily of honey, along with trace amounts of decomposed human flesh1. Seven SCP-5302-A instances indefinitely work at SCP-5302, while the remainder act as normal patrons of SCP-5302. No SCP-5302-A instance has left SCP-5302; attempts to force an instance out of SCP-5302 result in the instance losing physical consistency and dissipating, followed by it reforming inside of SCP-5302.
SCP-5302-A instances are capable of vocalizing in a muffled voice, which they frequently use to communicate with other instances and sing karaoke with varying levels of success. SCP-5302-A instances do not converse with humans, outside of when an individual makes a food or drink order.
The only food or drink served at SCP-5302 is portions of the substance SCP-5302-A are comprised of. When ordered, this substance is effortlessly self-removed from the serving instance using an ice cream scoop and placed onto a plate or drinking glass. SCP-5302-A instances are not alarmed by this, and will reform themselves to account for the removed portions over the next couple of hours.
Despite its unorthodox composition, the substance is universally described by subjects consuming it as being incredibly delicious. These subjects also report minor ailments and injuries being alleviated after consumption; the validity of this claim is currently under investigation.
Addendum 5302-1 — Update: On 2020/03/01, a website for SCP-5302 was constructed under the domain "www.honeybodybar.███". Along with advertising SCP-5302, this website allowed for the online purchasing of the substance comprising SCP-5302-A in novelty containers of varying size and shape. Prices for these purchases were incredibly high, ranging from $50.00 for a small jar to $10,000.00 for a "lifetime supply". The following description of the product was available on the website:

The magical healing properties of HONEY have been investigated for MILLIONS of years! The ancient civilizations of yesteryear soaked corpses in the richest of HONEY for CENTURIES before consuming the concoction! It didn't work then, but it sure works NOW! Those GEEZERS didn't have the SECRET ingredient©2 for their "mellified man", because they had NO TASTE! Let the mellified man jive away your pain today with one SMALL STEAL OF A DEAL!

This website's host IP was traced back to a house owned by 45-year-old male Garnie Celicie, a previously known con-anartist who repeatedly evaded Foundation custody. The following is a log of the resultant investigation of the residence, performed by Agents Ronthe and Daniel.

<BEGIN LOG>

(Both agents exit the transport van and approach the house. Indistinct funk music can be heard inside.)
Daniel: Anyone file a noise complaint on that?
Ronthe: Uh, none we're aware of.
Daniel: Guy's probably in there then. No fucking way everybody's fine with that playing for long.
Ronthe: I guess.
(Both agents reach the front door. Ronthe unlocks the door with her lock pick and both enter.)
Ronthe: Gosh, it smells sweet in here.
Daniel: Sure does. Guy's got honey out his ears in this place probably.
Ronthe: It's coming from upstairs.
Daniel: The smell?
Ronthe: The music.
(Ronthe walks into the kitchen and begins opening cabinets.)
Ronthe: (Muttering.) Holy hell.
(Each cabinet is packed with bottles of honey. Honey bottles spill across the floor when one cabinet is opened.)
Daniel: Honey. Heh. Told you so. Guy's like a bear, and not the hot kind.
Ronthe: Gosh…
Daniel: Should probably get up there. Before the guy leaps from a window or something.
Ronthe: Oh, right.
(Both agents ascend the stairs, and slowly approach the second-floor bedroom, where the music plays from.)
Ronthe: Do you think he's heard us yet?
Daniel: Music's so damn loud, the guy's probably deaf.
(Agents draw their firearms and prepare to enter the room.)
Daniel: Ready?
Ronthe: I guess.
(Both agents burst through the door. A lockable wooden coffin lays in the center of the room, while a large surround-sound speaker system blares the music. Celicie is dancing wildly with an SCP-5302-A instance, before noticing the agents.)
Celicie: The fuzz! Honey, let's scram!
(The instance leaps into the coffin and loses its humanoid shape, reducing itself to a pool of honey. Celicie then dives into the honey-filled coffin, closing and locking the lid before either agent can react.)
Celicie: (Gargled.) You'll never take me fuzzies, not for free at least!
Daniel: Ronthe! Open the damn lid!
(The coffin starts shaking violently as Ronthe picks the lock. Bubbling noises grow louder from inside the coffin, as excess honey seeps through the cracks. The shaking ceases, and Ronthe is able to unlock the coffin. The coffin is now devoid of Celicie and most of the honey.)

<END LOG>

After this event, another SCP-5302-A instance appeared in the manager's office of SCP-5302, where it has remained since performing general managerial upkeep on SCP-5302.

Footnotes
1. This flesh is genetically identical to cadavers that were previously buried at the location of SCP-5302.
2. No actual copyright was filed.

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