Item #: SCP-5342
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: B- and C-roads1 in villages in the southern parts of England are monitored for suspected SCP-5342 entrances by security personnel. If any entrances are observed, nearest Foundation facility is responsible for blockage of this entrance in order to obstruct any civilian intrusions. The anomaly has only been sighted during the summer season and so monitoring is only assumed to be valuable across the months of June, July and August.
If any of the area's abnormalities are observed or noted by civilians, these may be supplied an A-class amnestic and convinced that their memory is merely the result of a crime-drama on television.
Description: SCP-5342 designates an area of human population resembling a small-sized English county however with an indeterminable size. Depending on various conditions different environments seem to be generated through some extradimensional mean. Entrances to the area have without exception consisted of local roads across smaller villages that date back to at least the Edwardian era.
Additionally, with its limited space it would be considered the most crime-ridden area in Great Britain. It has become clear that a complex and vast crime syndicate network is the source of this criminal activity. Examples of crime syndicates in the area include:

Highbury's writer's guild
The Church's conservation trust
Artist's society
Mrs. Gibbs' knitting society
Book circle of Causton
Book circle of Wallingford
A New Age Chapel
Shakespeare's Society
Hunting League of Thames
Farrell's Cheese Shop
The School of Faith
Templars of Brimley
and more…

Addendum 5342-1: Observational Log, 3rd of July, 1998.

Date: 3rd of July, 1998
Observers: Junior Researcher David Thistle and Sergeant Davies.

[BEGIN LOG]
[The area is breached by road 65, there are meadows, houses and hills not displayed on the topographical map. A sign informs us that we are in 'Badger's Drift'. We will try to approach an unknown entity. What looks like a man in his 40's is leaning on a shovel by the mossy cobble wall observing us. We stop in front of him.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Good morning si-
Unknown: Good morning officers. What can I help you with this time?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Hm, did we mention we were officers?
Unknown: Well I assumed the police would come question me again. Hah, can't leave a man alone can ya?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Again? No we are just here to ask some questions on the-
Unknown: Yes, that's right. The murders.
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Murders?
Unknown: Yes? On little Timmy, Linda Screwbury and Mr. Fralley? I've told you already that my conscience is clean. Even if Linda was a pain in the arse poking about in my flowers… I wouldn't do such a favor for Ms. Butterwick!
[The entity laughs at this.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: What… Who are you, what's your name?
Robert Green: I'm Robert Green, I work for Ms. Butterwick. I'm, ah- the groundskeeper! At Witney Street that is!
[The entity nods with weight. We question the entity on some of the site's history, upon which it answers with a detailed account. The entity advises us to visit this 'Witney Street' and gives us directions. We reach it after a few miles of driving. Our map does not show any 'Witney Street' or 'Badger's Drift' on the map, indicating that we have not left SCP-5342.]

[LOG SHORTENED FOR BREVITY]

PoI-902, presented as 'Harold Clark'.

[The property in front of us is wrapped in lilac bushes. A black iron gate leads us to a garden with a fruit tree and different flower arrangements. The house has the architecture of the Edwardian era and is approximately 60-]
Unknown: Bastard!
[Out of the bushes, what looks like a senior man throws himself at Jr. Researcher Thistle.]
Unknown: You bastard, coming here… You have a lot of nerve haven't you? I'll kill you…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Get, get off!
[The senior is wiry and easily thrown off to the side. He's wearing the uniform of a vicar. Thistle, takes a hold on him.]
Unknown: Y-, oh, I'll get ya!
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Let's have a word with this one sergeant.
Sgt. Davies: Right.
[The door of the house is opened, a senior woman runs out, with a disturbed facial expression.]
Unknown: Oh Harold! What are you- What have you done to these officers?
Harold: Oh, Agnes! You know I- I, I wouldn't ever hurt anyone…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: That's enough! Both of you two! We need a word.
Unknown: Oh, absolutely officer. I have tea and marmalade ready inside!
[The senior woman smiles at us and holds the door open.]
Ms. Butterwick: I am Agnes Butterwick, pleased to meet you.
[We are welcomed inside the house, where trays of biscuits, bread, tea, marmalade and different jams are conveniently placed on a centered table in the middle of the rocky house.]

Poi-903, or 'Ms. Butterwick', alleged leader of the crime syndicate 'Butterwick's Florists'.

[Thistle sighs before eating a cookie whole. Obviously exhausted.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Okay, mm. Mm, so, names again please?
Ms. Butterwick: Agnes Butterwick!
Harold Clark: Harold Clark…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Alright, we will start with Mr. Clark then… Are you a vicar here?
Harold Clark: Yes, that's right. And I have been working here since 1972.
Jr. Rs. Thistle: And you attacked me in Ms. Butterwick's garden because..?
Harold Clark: No, it was just… I- I come here to help Ms. Butterwick sometimes, that's all. I am involved with the florists.
Ms. Butterwick: That's right.
[Ms. Butterwick nods with sincerity, taking a sip out of her white porcelain cup.]
Ms. Butterwick: But, I do not quite understand this violence Harold, why would you lunge yourself at mister… Mister?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Thistle…
Ms. Butterwick: You must surely know that this is not the time to be violent in front of the police!
[Ms. Butterwick giggles loudly and reaches for the tea pot.]
Harold Clark: For gods sake Agnes, please. Don't the police have better things to do-
Jr. Rs. Thistle: We are not from the pol- Agh! Nevermind… Are you aware of the location you are in at the moment?
[Ms. Butterwick rises up with the tea pot and walks over to the hallway.]
Ms. Butterwick: Badger's Drift? Yes, indeed! But other than the few incidents this last week, nothing's usually ever spectacular about this place.
Harold Clark: Why are you here anyway? It doesn't seem much of a profit going to two florists for clues…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: We are simply here… Because this location, is not on the map! It does not even exist!
Davies: Sir…
[Thistle pulls out the map over the area, and points at the location of the house, where there is nothing.]
Ms. Butterwick: Curious, it's an outdated map you've got there haven't you?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: I- Ugh, Okay I think it's time for us to leave…
Ms. Butterwick: Leave already? But there's, there's…
[Ms. Butterwick stands in front of the door, still with her tea pot in a firm grip.]
Ms. Butterwick: It would… Certainly be a shame if you left now…. I've still got some.. Tea…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: No, I think we've had quite enough of-
Harold Clark: Agnes!
[Butterwick threw the tea pot at me, I am lying down. David is fighting the lady, who has a shard of the tea pot in her hand. I- Someone's coming in.]
Unknown: Alright that's enough Ms. Butterwick, you're out of luck!
[A middle-aged man in a suit has entered, and gets the shard out of her hand. She backs up against the fireplace where blue porcelain is carefully lined up. The man pants and turns toward us.]
Unknown: I'm terribly sorry officers, but I'm afraid your quest has been in vain.
[David looks on puzzled.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Wh- Who are-
C.I. Barnaby: Chief Inspector Barnaby. And this is Sergeant Troy.
[C.I. Barnaby gestures toward a young man at his side.]
C.I. Barnaby: Ms. Butterwick thought she would be able to use you for her own good! But unfortunately, for her, my wife Joyce happens to be a terribly skilled botanist.
[David shakes his head, utterly confused. Harold Clark is far deep into the couch, with a shocked expression.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Wha-
C.I. Barnaby: Ms. Butterwick had wrongly labeled the flowers of the florist's latest week bouquet, to Anthurium andreanum, when clearly, the species concerned was Anthurium alicia. A costly mistake, that led us here.
[Harold Clark shakes his head to this.]
Harold Clark: An- Andreanum? Oh Agnes… No. You wouldn't…
Ms. Butterwick: I would Harold. They were all in the way. The know-it-all Joyce… I should have figured she could not be trusted with the weekly bouquet.
Jr. Rs. Thistle: What the fuck is going on?
C.I. Barnaby: I'm afraid, it is quite the way we suspected it, Mr. Thistle. Ms. Butterwick was afraid that the company of her ex-lover Mr. Green would take over the role of her florists. Consequently she did the only thing she could do in the situation. She dumped little Timmy in the river, hung Linda Screwbury from the church tower and smashed Mr. Fralley's head with his own garden gnome.
Jr. Rs. Thistle: His own wha-
C.I. Barnaby: Yes, good question! Why… Why did Mr. Clark decide to attack you at this moment? Well it's really quite simple… Mr. Clark is, and always has been, madly in love with Ms. Butterwick. He was hiding in the bushes because he wanted to steer possible admirers off her property.
[Ms. Butterwick giggles. Harold Clark looks down into his lap.]
C.I. Barnaby: Unfortunately, the love is unanswered. To her, Harold was but a nuisance. Which is why she decided to try to kill you two gentlemen here and frame Harold for the murder.
Harold Clark: No! Agnes! No!
Sgt. Davies: Oh my god!
[Thistle looks angrily at me.]
Ms. Butterwick: Always, these coppers, in the way of actually achieving anything for the florists!
C.I. Barnaby: I suggest you gentlemen leave now, you have been ravaged well enough by Midsomer county.
[David exits the building.]

[END LOG]

Of all the PoIs involved with this encounter, only PoI-904, 'Chief Inspector Barnaby' has been observed repeatedly within SCP-5342. Therefore, Junior Researcher David Thistle was ordered to detain and interrogate PoI-904 for its involvement in SCP-5342s generation.

Addendum 5342-2: Interrogation Log, 4th of August, 1998.

Interrogation subject: Poi-904
Interrogator: Jr. Rs. David Thistle
Foreword: The interview took place within SCP-5342 in PoI-904's office.

[BEGIN LOG]

Poi-904, or 'C.I Barnaby'.

C.I. Barnaby: Alright, so what's this about really David?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Inspector Barnaby, we have taken you here in order to clear out some details on what you call Midsomer County…
C.I. Barnaby: I'm the only inspector in the county you know, there are things that I need to clear up. Why would you want me here?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Could you tell me about the murder rates of Midsomer county across the last three years?
C.I. Barnaby: Murder counts? There are only so many in a place like Midsomer, I me-
Jr. Rs. Thistle: We've counted. 453 murders. In a small-sized county… Does that not sound odd to you? And the fact, that none of the murderers, victims or surrounding involved have any historical record.
[Barnaby listens intently with wrinkled eyebrows.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: A small-sized county, with hundreds of… of, of… Equestrian societies! Communals! Cult gatherings! Noble families! Creative clubs, uh-uh, Golf clubs! Boxing associations! Actual golf clubs!..
[Thistle sighs loudly.]
C.I. Barnaby: Hmm…
Jr. Rs. Thistle: I mean, you never found this a bit abnormal? That, that something's not right?
C.I. Barnaby: You might be right… There is something missing here.
[Barnaby stands up, and looks out the window.]
C.I. Barnaby: Equestrian societies… Hm.
[Barnaby moves back to the table and looks down at Thistle.]
C.I. Barnaby: There was always something missing, but now I think we've finally got it.
[Thistle makes a sigh of relief.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Really?
C.I. Barnaby: Yes. There have been many murders, disappearances and intrigues. I have made many cases. However…
[Thistle leans back into his chair]
C.I. Barnaby: …There was never, an equestrian society.
Jr. Rs. Thistle: What?..
C.I. Barnaby: But you would like there to be one don't you?
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Eh-Uhm, 'scuse me?
C.I. Barnaby: David Thistle, you are under arrest for the murders of Mrs. Smith, Harry Jester and Mr. Wallace Hickinbottom. Sergeant Troy!
[Thistle sits with his mouth agape as sergeant Troy enters the room with handcuffs. As he is cuffed, Thistle looks down in shock.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: But I…
C.I. Barnaby: Oh, David, if that is your real name, there is no need to explain. I know you always really wanted to illustrate Midsomer county as an anomaly in order to relieve the consequences of your own deeds. That is why you wanted to speak to me today isn't it? To have me doubt my own reality, and thereby leave your case be…
[Sergeant Troy struggles with the hand cuffs. C.I. Barnaby scoffs.]
C.I. Barnaby: 453 murders… Hah! As far as I know we're yet at 387…
[Thistle now looks up at C.I. Barnaby with a grin.]
Jr. Rs. Thistle: Oh, Barnaby… You were always the sharpest one. I should've known that you would see me through. Very well, take me away.

[END LOG]

Investigations into the disappearance of Junior Researcher David Thistle are ongoing.

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Footnotes
1. According to British road hierarchy, B-roads are classified as roads connecting areas of lesser importance. C-roads are used for local routes.


Recent photo of SCP-5344-1.

Item #: SCP-5344
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The former residence of Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald has been purchased, and is to remain under observation. Access is prohibited — unauthorized entry is considered high-priority for interdiction.
Local investigations into missing person cases are to be monitored, reviewed, and flagged for markers consistent with SCP-5344. Law enforcement agencies are to be dissuaded from pursuing these cases.
Weekly surveys are to be conducted of local insect populations. Any significant increase is to be reported to the acting Containment Director immediately. Significant increases in the population of insects within the Lampyridae family are to be additionally reported to the North American Regional Director.
Description: SCP-5344 is a region of approximately 1.13 km2 that encompasses a residential zone within the Chicago suburb of Elmhurst, Illinois. SCP-5344 is centered on SCP-5344-1, a single-story house located at 1005 Townshead Rd., 60106.
SCP-5344-1 is the childhood home of Elaine Fitzgerald, who occupied SCP-5344-1 from her birth in 1991 to her departure in 2011. Local records indicate that her parents (Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald) occupied the house from 1984 to 2015. No known relatives of Ms. Fitzgerald are currently alive.
Ms. Fitzgerald does not recall any unusual phenomenon occurring during her residency, nor during her infrequent visits afterwards. Surveys of neighboring homes prior to their seizure provided no relevant information. No other individuals have occupied SCP-5344-1 since the deaths of Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald. Exhumations of SCP-5344-1's previous residents, as well as Ms. Fitzgerald's extended family, have uncovered nothing of note.
As of 2020, SCP-5344 has been associated with 206 disappearances, with SCP-5344-1 linked to over half of these incidents.
Addendum 5344-A (Exploration and Analysis Summary):

Interior of SCP-5344-1.

Ms. Fitzgerald's room was scrutinized due to her status as the sole surviving resident of SCP-5344-1. This space contained only standard furnishings and one binder of childhood artwork. Its contents were analyzed by Foundation-employed child psychologists and determined to contain no unusual themes, symbolism, or subtext. The artwork was subsequently destroyed at Ms. Fitzgerald's request.
All other objects within SCP-5344-1 were evaluated according to standard classification metrics. The home's above-average number of crematory urns were flagged for further testing. Their removal from SCP-5344 failed to affect its size, location, or intensity. When queried, Ms. Fitzgerald noted attending a large number of funerals throughout her childhood in increasingly distant locations.
Mounds of soil behind SCP-5344-1 were scanned with ground-penetrating equipment, then excavated. A variety of roots, loose stones, and other mundane objects were found within. Elevated levels of insect life were noted throughout all soil samples. These insects uniformly refused to eat when introduced to controlled laboratory conditions and subsequently expired.

Crawl space beneath SCP-5344-1.

The crawl space beneath SCP-5344-1 was investigated via SII autonomous mapping drones. This area was found to be unusually extensive, containing several dead-ends, looping passages, and piping of uncertain purpose. Three locations were identified in which a consistent 56 dB hum could be heard. Harmonic analyses suggested the noise to be biological in origin, though sources could not be identified.
SII drones were further employed to examine HVAC systems. Interior ventilation networks exhibited similar complexity, including branches that emerged into spaces not listed on the structure's filed blueprints. When queried, Ms. Fitzgerald denied knowledge of the rooms in question. Investigators subsequently bored holes through adjoining walls for preliminary analysis, then cut entryways.
Five rooms were discovered through this process. None contained any observable means of entry or egress. All were furnished with one light bulb attached directly to the house's electrical wiring and one wooden chair. The walls and floors of three rooms were found stained with dark, unidentified fluids. All rooms contained photography equipment manufactured in 1991. No photographs were found within SCP-5344-1.
All unlisted rooms were found to connect with the attic through plastic tubing systems. While preliminary analysis of the attic had discovered nothing notable, thorough examination uncovered five floor panels that concealed metal basins. The basins were found stained with similar fluids. Other attic contents included 6 empty aquariums, 23 empty paint cans, and 134 metal screws of varying make. Extensive scuff marks across the floor could not be matched with any of these items.
A sixth concealed basin was found to connect with Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald's bedroom through similar tubing, which prompted reevaluation of their living space. This process reached similar results. No unusual items were discovered within. No items were arranged in unusual patterns. No journals, diaries, or letters belonging to either individual were found. No notes of a personal nature were found.
This investigation is considered complete and inconclusive. SCP-5344 containment efforts are ongoing.

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Item#: SCP-5345

Level3

Containment Class:
neutralized

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
{$disruption-class}

Risk Class:
{$risk-class}

link to memo

View of SCP-5345 from the southeast, exhibiting extensive erosion.

Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of 5 kilometers around SCP-5345 is maintained by Foundation naval assets posing as Korea Coast Guard to deter any civilian vessels that may come into proximity of SCP-5345. Shipping routes within the Yellow Sea have also been rerouted as to minimize any possible contact. The existence of SCP-5345 is obscured via operatives embedded in space administration institutions with satellite imaging capabilities, and the governments of the Republic and Democratic People's Republic of Korea.
Description: SCP-5345 is an uninhabited island located in the Yellow Sea at 35°██'██.█"N, 125°██'██.█"E. The island contains several heavily damaged structures, believed to have been office blocks and warehouses. Numerous abnormal rock salt formations have been observed to protrude from the floors and walls inside and around these structures. It is noted that a significant amount resemble human beings.
Thus far, 2 identical sets of thaumaturgic sigils of different sizes have been discovered, one of which had a diameter of 10 meters, and was bleached into the floor of a warehouse from regular usage. The other is approximated to have been several hundred kilometers in diameter, with only a fraction of the set being visible via aerial surveys. No activity was recorded during observation of these sets.
Identified sigils bear marked similarities to those used in known ontokinetic manifestations, thaumaturgical rituals, and temporal alteration incantations for or related to divinity, teleportation, and seances. It is believed they served as ascendance rituals to access afterlife locations, allowing for the transportation of matter and entities. Very few documents have been found that describe the exact methods and resources required to conduct such rituals, and thus they have not been attempted.
Geographical surveys indicate the island did not form by natural means, which has been corroborated by evidence of several major thaumaturgic events detected during psychometric analysis. It is currently understood that SCP-5345 was an inland region within a larger landmass that was displaced from consensus reality via thaumaturgic means. It is expected that SCP-5345 will fully collapse into the Yellow Sea within the next 80 years due to a combination of wave erosion and tectonic shifts.
Discovery: SCP-5345 was discovered on 21/08/1987, following the detection of a spike in several energy signatures, including electromagnetic, Humic waves, Akiva radiation, and Elan-Vital Energy, from its current location during routine surveillance from several Foundation satellites. Obfuscation protocols were successfully enacted to obscure SCP-5345's existence from surveillance satellite-capable states. Foundation naval and aerial assets were dispatched to investigate the island and evaluate any potential threats, but found nothing of immediate concern. Expeditions into SCP-5345 were approved shortly afterwards.
Addendum 5345.01:
To date, numerous expeditions into SCP-5345 and its structures have been conducted. Identical insignia found on walls across several structures point towards SCP-5345 being the former site of a complex for an organization. Intact documents and audio recordings from interviews and surveillance recorders have been found in intact filing cabinets and safes. All recovered documents did not use the Hangul script, but instead used a modified version of the ʼPhags-pa script.1 Translated excerpts have been attached below.

   ▷ Access Recovered Media 5345-A

   ▽ Access Recovered Media 5345-A

[…] determined geopositioning sigils within concentric manifolds, circling an area large enough to cover the Motherland. It must be stressed once more that any individuals outside […]
[WATER DAMAGE]
[…] kilometers of the activation site will not be transported during the process. It is expected that the displacement will be self-correcting, most likely resulting in the integration of the landmass into the underwater continental shelf, widening the Yellow Sea.
The Ritual Committee predicts minimal backlash, and we can expect temporal alterations in basal reality on the order of a few weeks per ton per displacement event. Local SRAs (Scranton Reality Anchors) are currently in use to prevent the Project from erasing itself whenever displacement events occur, currently limited to a 1 kilometer radius. No backlash is expected to occur in this region, and is standard Project Regno protocol. Such contingencies […]
[WATER DAMAGE]
[…] not repeat the same mistake the Saudis did.2 Maintenance of SRA synchronicity is of utmost importance, secondary only to development of the displacement processes.
Due to factors beyond our control, the bulk of the backlash will be directed eastwards, in the general direction of the Daehan Empire.3 We'll leave it to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to figure that one out until we manage to completely displace the nation, after which their problems will be their own. Furthermore […]

«BEGIN LOG»

HAE: You would not believe how many times it comes up. It's ridiculous, almost every drone we send over returns corrupted data.
KANG: Oh, I would know. We have to document and organize all that noise. If only I were in the Testing Committee, I would've—
HAE: Here we go again.
KANG: Hey, I have the right to complain about my disposition, alright? Just when I thought I'd finally get assigned to a Committee that actually works on something, I get hit with yet another Records assignment. My PhD in thaumaturgy might as well be wastepaper at this point.
RYEO: I don't know, Narae. I'd count myself lucky to even be on the project.
KANG: [Scoffs.] Says Mr. Poster-Boy-of-the-Ritual-Committee.
[Hae is heard chuckling.]
RYEO: Oh, shut up. For all you know, you're on some assignment blacklist after that sea serpent incident.
KANG: It's just — If this project turns out to be the gateway to enlightenment like they keep telling us, then we have to make sure it's done right. I know I could contribute to that if only I was put in charge of something tangible.
HAE: Documents and tapes are tangible, no?
KANG: One of these days I'm going to receive a disciplinary for throwing a colleague out of a window.
HAE: In all seriousness though, I've been told the issue is under the jurisdiction of the Ritual Committee, not Testing. Got anything, Ji-Hyun?
RYEO: It's nothing serious. Geopositioning the ritual can be a hit or miss.
KANG: So you're saying they keep missing, and that's why we haven't landed in a proper Otherworld yet?
RYEO: Well uh, we haven't gotten the right sigils down but that's by no fault of our own. We're in the process of amending some parameters though, so we might be seeing something soon.

«END LOG»

PROJECT REGNO
TRANSMISSION PRINTOUT ID 003528 (14/03/1985-21/03/1985)

Fellow members, it is with great joy that I bring this news to the table. We have successfully sent an unmanned drone into an Otherworld, and had it return with photographs and video footage. You should find them attached to this transmission after the bleep.
There is no greater beauty in this world than the one we share with our ancestors. God(s) speed us all.

REGNO-BGS-DAK, "Big Sky"

Video Log
Drone ID ABX-002 — Timestamp 19:32:27 08/12/85

[00:00:00]: Drone completes systems check, audio and video feed come online.
[00:00:01]: Only the soft whirring of the drone's wheels are heard. Camera currently oriented towards the sky, returning footage of black clouds superimposed over a deep red sky. The area is well-lit despite the absence of a visible sun.
[00:00:05]: Drone reorients itself, returning footage of a long marble brick bridge suspended over an abyss. The bottom, if there is any, is obscured by thick fog. Attempts at navigation sideways along the bridge are followed by the entire structure shifting along with the drone.
[00:00:13]: Drone is moved forwards. Bridge is noted to be empty.
[00:00:58]: Signs of damage are noted on the bridge, ranging from scratch marks to large crevices. Burn marks are also recorded. Several structures are visible in the distance. Drone proceeds forwards.
[00:02:24]: Structures are revealed to be 3 tall columns of indeterminate composition protruding out of the fog below. Drone does not possess adequate equipment nor reach to identify the column materials, but it is inferred from visual analysis that they are made of salt.
[00:03:46]: Drone stops. It is unable to proceed further due to a large section of the bridge ahead being missing. In the absence of the drone's whirring, a very soft low humming sound can be heard.
[00:03:49]: Drone reactivates to begin return process. Humming sound increases in volume. Audio and video quality begin to noticeably decline.
[00:03:52]: Humming sound is now louder than the drone. Audio feed is interspersed by static, however it can be distinguished that the source of the humming is approaching from behind the drone.
[00:03:54]: Audio and video feeds degrade beyond the point of practicality.
[00:03:55]: Connection lost.

Post-Exploration Review: Drone ABX-002 successfully returned, albeit heavily damaged. Recovered footage presents only successful instance of Otherworld exploration. Nature of damage to be ascertained, hostile Otherworld actors suspected. Research Committee currently working on improved drone design and peripherals.
Ritual Committee presently posits explored Otherworld to be the Cinvatô Peretûm4, accessed by unintentional tunneling.

«BEGIN LOG»

HAE: I'd say it was a pyrrhic success. Shame about the drone, though.
KANG: Imagine being sentimental for a drone with a camera that could only face forward.
HAE: [Scoffs.] You know full well I advocated for the completion of the 360-degree camera before we proceeded with that test. Wonder what we could've saw coming up behind the drone.
RYEO: Yeah, about that, the guys at Rituals aren't too sure about what that was exactly. Right now the consensus is that we sent the drone to Chinvat5 or an analogue, only problem is that neither should be having red skies nor damaged bridges. In fact, there should've been plenty of souls and at least 2 guardians there on the bridge, so whatever that was was probably not native to—
KANG: Be that as it may, this is a crucial moment for the Motherland, and Chinvat isn't even our objective so there's no use ruminating on it. Blacklist those sigils and move on already.
RYEO: Still, I think it's in our best interests to understand what exactly went on in there. Anyway, Lee managed to plot out some sigils to an otherworld within local cosmology. They'll be formally submitted soon.
KANG: Things are finally in motion again! Say, Ji-Hyun, you think I can get a look at those sigils later?
HAE: I will never understand you thaumaturge nerds.
KANG: And yet you still have lunch with us.
HAE: Touché.

«END LOG»

From the Vatican, 4 September 1985

Dear King Steffen IV of Anglesey-Vestland,

His Holiness Ioannes Paulus I6 has re-evaluated the involvement of the Holy See in Project Regno. He appreciates the compassion had between faiths to bring about the existence of an endeavor such as Project Regno, but it is the current decision of His Holiness, and by extension the Holy See, to respectfully decline this invitation. His Holiness is of the understanding that such measures of entering Heaven pre-mortem are in opposition to the will of God, as is the Holy See of His papacy. Nonetheless, He is thankful that the Vatican was given such an opportunity.
Assuring that the supplied equipment and machinery are safely returned, and of a remembrance in His Holiness's prayers, I am

Yours sincerely in Christ,
Monsignor G. Giovanna

«BEGIN LOG»

KANG: This is Dr. Kang, Records Committee, taking a statement from pilot subject Dr. Shin. Please state what you saw upon displacement.
SHIN: As you know, during the displacement event there was a bright flash of light from the activation site. Once I had recovered from the flash and subsequent disorientation, I found myself floating— no, more like standing on air, if that makes sense, over a lake valley populated by lotus flowers. It was oppressively calm. I could not find any strength in my legs to move about. I could only sit down and observe. I saw clouds nestled between green valleys and mountains, some of which were not connected to the ground at all. Twin suns straddled the horizon on the eastern and western horizons.
KANG: One of the Pure Lands7?
SHIN: It must be. After some time, the suns fell below the horizon. I saw lights in the distance. Cities, perhaps. There were twin moons as well, rising from the north and south.
KANG: You've reported discrepancies between the interval of displacement and your perception of the flow of time in the otherworld. Please reiterate your statements for the record.
SHIN: I understand the displacement interval was set by the Testing Committee to be 10 minutes. In the otherworld, I counted approximately 200 days to pass before I returned.
KANG: Did you experience any sensations of hunger or thirst, or any overarching emotions during your time in the otherworld?
SHIN: No. In hindsight, I'd describe the entire trip as 'boring', if not peaceful.
KANG: I've one more question before I can let you go. Did you encounter any inhabitants?
SHIN: No.
KANG: Thank you for your time and co-operation.

«END LOG»

* NOTICE TO PROJECT REGNO GROUPS

We will be moving the deadline forward to 1st October 1987 in light of recent breakthroughs and developments. Please make any necessary preparations in advance. No exceptions will be made for personnel who do not finish unsettled business within the allocated timeframe.
REMINDER: Remember to register your participation with your respective committees before 1st January 1987.

«BEGIN LOG»

KANG: It fits the general description, no hunger, no thirst, no aging, but we still have one problem: he didn't see anyone. This shouldn't be the case. How many times has that happened throughout the project?
RYEO: 3 times, all occurring under West Korean supervision. We've never seen anyone in the otherworlds. This might just be something unique to Pure Lands and Asia in general. I'm sure if we get the Etrurians to do it here, they'd get the same results.
KANG: It doesn't match up to the scriptures. I'm not expecting direct displacement into the courts of Shambhala, but still. Where are all the bodhisattvas? They couldn't have just upped and left, could they? And what about those lights they keep seeing? How the hell do we explain that? [Sighs.] We're going to be laughing stocks at the next conference.
RYEO: Ah cheer up. Not every otherworld's got time dilation.
KANG: Sure, and then what of mobility? Are we going to keep finding otherworlds where we can't even move? The Remenkhemi have already made contact with the inhabitants of their Aatu and mapped out the most of their otherworld as compared to the rest of us. Why must this be so hard?
RYEO: Objectively, we've already achieved something great by sending Shin to a Pure Land and not one of the potential Hells. I'd suggest taking a day off from work, all this stress can't be good for you.
KANG: I appreciate your concern, but we have a duty to the Motherland, and I will not achieve that by lying around in complacency. I'll see you in the next general committee meeting.

«END LOG»

«BEGIN LOG»

KANG: — we have proper protocols in place for this! Thaumaturgy is nothing more than arcane physics and mathematics, if we want to add all this equipment and machinery we must be informed of the specifics to account for them! You can't just waltz in here with god-knows-what under a tarp and expect us t-
AU: I don't think you understand the situation here. We have followed proper protocol and the machinery have already been accounted for in the displacement process. We're simply accelerating the process. I'd advise you stop making such a ruckus about it front of the entire work floor.
KANG: Accelerating the— How is this acceleration? I checked the damn manifolds myself, I know for a fact you're swapping out equipment necessary for smoother displacement! I have the equipment manifest right here, it says you've replaced the Diderot HPS with… this is a drill rig, why do you need a-
AU: Give me that!
[Audible sounds of struggling.]
KANG: Is that what this is? A mining operation piggybacking off the greatest endeavor in the nation's history?
[Brief silence.]
AU: What are you all looking at? Get back to work! As for you, Dr. Kang, you'll be lucky if you get to do the same.

«END LOG»

«BEGIN LOG»

[Audio of conversation gradually becomes louder. The operation of a coffee machine can be heard in the background.]
HAE: The whole thing's got at least 3 entire Committees in a frenzy, did you know that?
RYEO: Gag order will probably come in soon. Would not be the first time this has happened, but all great projects have their obstacles, I guess.
HAE: It is quite strange, if you think about it. How Shin went in sane and came out… like that. These things don't just happen to seasoned explorers just from adjusting the ritual by a few degrees.
RYEO: These are uncharted waters, after all. His premature retirement will be a great loss to the project and the Motherland.
HAE: I was there during his mental break, you know. The man was delirious. You couldn't ignore his ramblings even if you tried.
RYEO: Oh really? What did he say?
[Audible slurping of liquid, presumably coffee.]
HAE: That the lights we keep seeing aren't cities. They're fires.

«END LOG»

Addendum 5345.02:
As of the most recent expedition into SCP-5345, the epicenter of a previously undocumented thaumaturgic sigil was discovered in a warehouse, identical to the other sets but centered around metallic debris.8 A thaumaturgically reinforced safe and two rock salt formations were found next to the sigils. The safe was recovered and sent to Site-52 for inspection and subsequent storage. Several documents and cassettes were found in the safe after Foundation personnel managed to unseal it.

   ▷ Access Recovered Media 5345-B

   ▽ Access Recovered Media 5345-B

Note: Alterations to documents in handwritten form are denoted in red text.

Dr. Kang Narae,
We understand your concerns regarding the feasibility of a smooth and complete displacement of our nation into the selected Otherworld. However, your recent actions, especially your dispute with Manager Au Min-Ho from the Committee of Investments, are detrimental to the morale of the Project Regno Committees. As you know, the deadline for complete displacement is fast approaching, and we cannot afford any further delays, and as such you have been reassigned to a separate Project for greater efficiency.
Kindly report to the Committee of Thaumaturgy, Subcommittee of Process Maintenance on Monday.
— Director Ma Bon-Hwa, Overseer Committee

«BEGIN LOG»

[The sound of a door closing is heard.]
KANG: Ah, there you are, Ji-Hyun.
RYEO: Wait, why are you packin—
KANG: I've been reassigned.
[Silence for a few seconds.]
RYEO: Should I be celebrating or..?
KANG: What? No, I've been kicked to another project entirely. Look Ji-Hyun, listen carefully. The Overseers are fucking it all up. The chaebols have their hands everywhere. This entire project is being run with corporate funds.
RYEO: Hey, if this is about the drill thing, they're only taking geological samples for lab analysis.
KANG: That's not even the half of it. You are familiar with the stories of Jeongtu, yes?
RYEO: Sure, my mother used to—
KANG: There it is. There used to be a lot more to those stories, things only your grandparents could tell you. Whatever your mother told you was probably some spiel approved by the government. I still remember the ones my grandmother told me, and alongside the warm fuzzy tales of reuniting with loved ones and attaining enlightenment and inner peace, that the mountains of Jeongtu were rich in metals and gems. That's what they're after.
RYEO: Narae, what are you talking about?
KANG: Project Regno, and by extension the noble goals of the Motherland, have fallen into the hands of our private sector financiers. In the pursuit of enlightenment, we are prostrating ourselves to greed and vice.
[Silence for a few seconds.]
RYEO: I'm sorry, I—
KANG: Please, Ji-Hyun. At the very least, look into the equipment manifests and any material exchanges with the Committee of Investments. They literally gave away a reality anchor last week. I'd show you but they've already revoked my access this morning.
RYEO: [Sighs.] Alright, fine. Try not to get yourself fired for good in the other site, you hear me?
KANG: Thank you, Ji-Hyun.
[A door is heard opening and closing.]
[Shuffling noises are heard.]
KANG: There you are, you little—

«AUDIO DISCONNECTED»

PROJECT REGNO BRIEF
Approved for distribution by the Committee of Information (04/08/1987)

OVERVIEW
The study of Otherworlds was first pioneered by the occultist Giordano Bruno in the 16th century, whose views would be misinterpreted as belief in extraterrestrial worlds for the next 300 years. Fortunately, his works have not been lost to the annals of history. New advances in thaumaturgy have allowed for the confirmation of his texts on Otherworlds, primarily the De Umbris Mundos, a primitive but foundational interpretation from a modern viewpoint. Now, it is not only possible to study these Otherworlds, which so vary by geography and culture, but to cross over into them as Man has set foot on the Moon.
GOALS

Derive a defined and sustainable thaumaturgical process to breach the primum claustra.9 Done
Establish a safe process for the displacement of survey and exploratory drones into Otherworlds. Done
Establish a safe process for the displacement of individuals into Otherworlds. Done
Establish Otherworld communications system (Bifröst). Done
Establish plausible obfuscation protocol for uninvolved states. Done
Establish a safe process for the displacement of a defined area into Otherworlds. Done
Achieve state transcendence/enlightenment/apotheosis for all project members. Not yet done

AFFILIATE MANIFEST10

United Kingdom of Anglesey-Vesthaven Departed
Order of Aztlán Departed
Republic of Basotoland Departed
Bod Departed
Free Republic of Dakotah Departed
Kingdom of Etruria Departed
Federation of Hiva Departed
Kingdom of the Remenkhemi Departed
Kingdom of Saudi Arabia Withdrew
Republic of West Korea
Vatican City State Withdrew

I did some digging as you asked. You should find the entire revised equipment manifest in this folder. They've added another 7 tons of industrial equipment to the list. I'll admit it, you were right.
We're the only ones who haven't departed, at least not completely. Not even the other project members have any intention of tethering themselves to the mundane world, and yet we're out here receiving shipments of gold and rare earth metals that will leave the country into the hands of corporations that aren't even coming along. Who knew the greatest motivation to violate the laws of thermodynamics would be the free market?
I'm scheduled to be displaced next week, so this will probably be the last message you get from me for a while. Guess I'll see you on the other side, Narae.
— Dr. Ryeo Ji-Hyun

Bifröst Communications System
Transcript Printout ID 005691 (13/08/1987-20/08/1987)

REGNO-HWK-HVA: Hawaiki commsys reporting. Requesting confirmation of anomalous activity at other REGNO sites. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repeat, red sky phenomena recorded. Over.
REGNO-BGS-DAK: Big Sky commsys reporting. Confirming similar anomalous activity at Big Sky REGNO Site. Please advise. Over.
REGNO-FDG-KAV: Fiddler's Green commsys […]ting. Comm[…] interference by […] unverified […] advise. Over.
REGNO-SAR-RMK: Sekhet-Aaru commsys reporting. Requesting status from FDG. Over.
REGNO-FDG-KAV: Not local inhabit[…] phenomena. Repeat, not loc[…]bitants nor phenomena. Anom[…] [RADIO SILENCE]
REGNO-TLC-AZT: Tlālōcān commsys reporting. [THUNDER HEARD] No anomalous activity recorded. Repeat, no [THUNDER HEARD] negative, anomalous activity recorded. Over.
REGNO-SAR-RMK: Requesting elaboration, AZT. Over.
REGNO-TLC-AZT: Raining [THUNDER HEARD]od. Repeat, raining blood. Oh for fu[LOUD THUD HEARD] Divine inhabitant incapacitated, repeat, divine inhabitant incapacit[…] [RADIO SILENCE]
REGNO-SBL-BOD: Shambhala commsys reporting. Requesting update on anomalous activity from any REGNO sites. Over.
REGNO-APD-ETR: Asphodel commsys reporting. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repeat, red sky phenomena recorded. Over.
REGNO-MOS-BST: Mosima commsys reporting. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repe[…]ed sky phenomena recor[…]ver.
REGNO-BGS-DAK: Anomalous activity record[…]peat, anomalous activity recorded. Local and displaced inhabitants affected. Please […]vise. Over.
REGNO-SAR-RMK: Requesting elaboration, BGS. Over.
REGNO-BGS-DAK: […]bitants covered in black […] unverified, thaumat[…]ontingencies ineffective, eigenwe[…] ineffective. Give […] hell. Ov[…] [RADIO SILENCE]

Bifröst Communications System
Transcript Printout ID 005692 (20/08/1987-27/08/1987)

REGNO-JGT-WKO: Jeongtu commsys reporting. Apologies for the delay. Over.
REGNO-JGT-WKO: Repeat, Jeongtu commsys reporting. Please respond. Over.
REGNO-JGT-WKO: Is anyone receiving. Over.
REGNO-JGT-WKO: Hel[…] contact REG[…] affected. Ple[…] [RADIO SILENCE]

«BEGIN LOG»

RYEO: — sure this will work? It took almost a month to displace all of us here and you're trying to send us back by piggybacking off the anchor? Is that even possib—
KANG: Ji-Hyun, kindly shut up and pass me that recorder.
[Shuffling noises are heard.]
KANG: I am Dr. Kang Narae of the Ministry of Abnormal Affairs under the Republic of West Korea, and this is Dr. Ryeo Ji-Hyun. He's putting everything he can get his hands on into this safe which we're sending back to the… regular world? Along with this facility. I am recording this while completing the sigils to do so.
[Gunfire can be heard in the distance.]
KANG: We're part of Project Regno, the documents in the safe should explain what it is. We got here late, and we don't know what happened to the others. Our site is currently under attack from uh… multiple hostile entities, and in terms of appearance… off-color flames? Look, I don't even have the slightest idea what they are because we all get nauseous just from looking at them. Definitely not something native to Earth nor the otherworlds so—
[Audible screams and louder gunfire in the background. Audio quality decreases.]
RYEO: It's here, hurry up!
KANG: Do not follow us. Heaven has been compromised. I repeat, heaven has been [DATA CORRUPTED]

«END LOG»

Addendum 5345.03: As of 26/07/2027, the area surrounding SCP-5345 has been noted to experience an increase in radio miscommunications due to interference from an unverified source. Reclassification of SCP-5345 from Neutralized to an active anomaly currently pending review.

Footnotes
1. An alphabet developed by and for use within the Yuan Dynasty, falling out of use by the 14th century.
2. Believed to refer to the 1980 Rub' al Khali Incident, which saw the loss of several Foundation and GOC personnel.
3. Believed to be a non-existent political entity on the Korean Peninsula.
4. Bridge connecting the living world to the afterlife in Zoroastrian cosmology.
5. Colloquial term for the Cinvatô Peretûm.
6. Document is believed to be anachronistic, as Pope John Paul I died in 1978.
7. A type of celestial realm prevalent in Mahayana Buddhism.
8. Analysis of the debris has revealed similarities to a regular Scranton Reality Anchor, however a significant portion of components remain unidentified.
9. Interpreted as the barrier between realms in Franciscan hermeticism.
10. With the exception of Saudi Arabia and the Vatican City, none of these political entities have ever been recorded to exist during the 1980s, if at all.

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A Manifestation of SCP-5347-1 off the coast of Carpenteria, California (Right).

Item #: SCP-5347
Object Class: Gödel-Euclid Gödel-Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5347-1 is currently uncontainable by Foundation efforts due to the failsafes of those who did not flee to the arboraceous nomenclative hazard, though it is largely contained by the effects of SCP-5347-2. Photographic and visual evidence of SCP-5347-1 has been discredited due to its resemblence to a Fata Morgana1, and entry to SCP-5347-1 has been deemed impossible by any means outside of SCP-5347-2.
SCP-5347-2 is known only to occult groups and thus requires no special containment procedures. The proliferation of an unrelated non-anomalous meme has made a part of SCP-5347-2's procedure a common phrase in certain communities, and as such has led to an exponential increase in victims of SCP-5347-2 since May 2020. New information regarding the procedures of SCP-5347-2 should be reported to the SCP-5347 Research Head.
Description: SCP-5347-1 is a partially-submerged island off the coast of Hy-Brasil. Due to the transitive nature of Hy-Brasil itself, SCP-5347-1 has appeared at multiple locations, usually appearing approximately 3 nautical miles off the coast of a calm and temperate beach. Attempts to approach SCP-5347-1 by any form of non-anomalous travel has been deemed impossible, as despite attempting to approach SCP-5347-1, any vehicles or persons appear to move in place approximately 1 mile from SCP-5347-1. SCP-5347-1 will maintain its position for exactly 3, 5, 13, or 17 days before disappearing under heavy fog.
SCP-5347-1 uniformly manifests with identical topology and size. Slight shifts, such as felled trees, fishing nets, and small signal or cooking fires indicate individuals sent to SCP-5347-1 remain active between manifestations. Sub-surface imaging has revealed large cocoon-like pods attached to the island's coast.
SCP-5347-2 is a series of thaumic rituals and triggers which, when enacted properly, teleport an individual to SCP-5347-1. The current specifics of SCP-5347-2 are unknown, though certain aspects and phrases have been identified in Document Hayforth-ESHU.
Findings of Document Hayforth-ESHU was a book obtained from college student and amateur occultist Vanessa Hayforth following her 1966 entry to the Pseudonymous Timberland. It described several occult rituals, including some mentions of SCP-5347-2. Much of the document's mentions were unclear, but the following mentions could be gleaned:

The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be painted with ceremonial tattoos and markings. This is believed to be a purely ceremonial aspect of the ritual, as no victims of SCP-5347-2 have been known to have been painted with such markings.
The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be of fae bloodlines, or have had their ancestors sworn to a fae blood pact - due to the proliferation of fae geneology during the first occult war, approximately 70% of humans alive today are believed to have trace amounts of fae blood.
The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be within "three times five times 13 times 17 Deiscéim"2 of the current manifestation of SCP-5347-1.
The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be told the exact phrase "You are going to Hy-Brasil"

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An example of a typical SCP-5347-2 triggering image.

Addendum 1: In early 2020, a non-anomalous image macro was proliferated around the internet with unfortunate similarity to the specific trigger phrase of SCP-5347-2. Due to this, an on-going coverup campaign is in progress.

Footnotes
1. A type of mirage where an island or ship appears to float above the horizon
2. a classical Celtic unit of measurement, equal to 1.5 meters. 3315 Deiscéim is equal to approximately 5 kilometers.

« SCP-5346 | SCP-5347 | SCP-5348 »


An instance of SCP-5348 ordered at Ambrose SanFran

Item #: SCP-5348
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-5348 obtained are to be sufficiently diluted and disposed of under non-anomalous refuse or composting procedures. Undercover agents may dispose of SCP-5348 instances via consumption or other non-standard forms at their own discretion.
Any documentation regarding SCP-5348 outside of Foundation custody are to be destroyed or confiscated. A copy of the recipe for SCP-5348, as written in Ambrosia,1 is currently stored as Document 5348.2 at the Site-15 non-anomalous Document Storage Wing.
Description: SCP-5348 is a soup entrée produced by Ambrose Restaurants, listed on the menu as "Mama Ambrose's Creamy Mushroom Bisque". Appearing similar to a traditional cream of mushroom soup, SCP-5348 consists primarily of goat cream and grated chanterelle mushrooms.
When consumed, SCP-5348 causes feelings of warmth, relaxation, and other sensations generally considered "comforting". The amount eaten to trigger this effect varies for each individual, though it has been shown to be around one half of the serving size described in Ambrosia (1±.23 liters)
When measured with a handheld EMF meter, SCP-5348 releases a constant wave of 11.9 mG, though no further magnetic effects have been found.
Addendum 1:
The following letters were discovered in a drawer in a raided Ambrose Restaurants location.

Dear Charlie,
I know you're doing your own thing with the magic stuff, and I know I haven't exactly been supportive, and I'm sorry. You have every right to be mad at me, but please… come visit Mom when you get a chance. She's not doing well, and I don't know how much longer she has. I'm sure you're busy, but this could be the last time, and
I don't know. Please just come home.
Your bro,
Matthew

Charlie,
Mom says thanks for the casserole you sent. It smelled beyond horrible, but I think she was happy enough to hear from you that she ate it anyway. I don't know if it was because it was magic or just awful, but it stunk up the whole damn hospice, and the nurses still give me dirty looks. She seemed to perk up a bit, I guess.
Look, man: She appreciated it, but just show up. Half an hour, that's all it'll take to make her day, okay?
Matthew.

Chaz,
I know what you're doing. Every time you send food it has that same awful smell. I had the staff sanitize the whole room, but it still stinks like the shit you shake out of a lawnmower bag.
Every time you send another tin of cookies or fruit medley or whatever the fuck it is you're feeding her, she gets a little better for a while. A little stronger.
And then she gets worse. Whatever you're giving her isn't working, Chaz. Stop with the goddamn enchanted chicken nuggets and visit your goddamn mother while you still can.
–Matt

She died last night. She kept asking where you were.
I hope you're happy, you piece of shit.
–Matt

On top of these letters was an unaddressed envelope, attached below.

Mattie,
She would have wanted it this way.
–Chaz

A copy of Document 2 was attached.
Document 2: Excerpt from Ambrosia

Equipment:

Large stock pot
EVE Siphon2
Stand mixer

Ingredients:

2 quarts chicken broth (Recipe on pg. 37)
1 pound chanterelle mushrooms, roughly chopped
1 large shallot
300 grams goat butter, chilled
6 tablespoons all-purpose flour
15 Kj of Elan-Vital energy from the specter of Michelle Ambrose

Any benevolent spirit works, though they must have been properly marinated with Ambrose Restaurants Soul Bouillion®

A Note From Chaz:
My love of cooking started at a young age, and my mother is to thank for that. While my father was often…"indisposed", my mother spent hours sitting with my brother and me, cooking delicious meals and laughing until our bellies hurt. I truly believe her greatest joy was in feeding others, and with her passing, I wanted to keep that dream going. So I sincerely hope all of you will enjoy Mama Ambrose's Creamy Mushroom Bisque– it's a true family recipe.
Here at Ambrose Restaurants, we know nothing hits the spot like some good hearty soul food.

Footnotes
1. A cookbook released by GoI-116, Ambrose Restaurants
2. Commercial name for the Marshall Carter and Dark brand "RΩ Elan Transposer", a paratechnological appliance which absorbs energy from spirits, distilling into a pure EVE liquid.

« SCP-5347 | SCP-5348 | SCP-5349 »


Item Number: 5349
Object Class: Safe-Eparch
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5349 is to be kept in the non-hazardous section of the Site 96 Anomalous Literature Wing. Researchers seeking copies of the document should contact STF μ-12 “Book Club with the Gals” for approval.
Three members of the Tactical Theology Department stationed as members of the Northern Ireland Environmental Agency have remained on-site at Grey Abbey, the discovery site of SCP-5349, to apprehend any future anomalous activity.
Description: SCP-5349 is a copy of the Latin Vulgate Bible, showing visual and formatting similarities to the 1454 Mazarin Bible printed by Johannes Gutenberg. The pages, though visually similar to vellum and paper, are genetically and texturally identical to the elytra and wing film of keratinous insects. DNA analysis suggests a genetic match to the extinct Cicadetta luculenta. SCP-5349's exterior, printing method, estimated age, and written layout seem to be identical to other copies of the Gutenberg bible.
SCP-5349's exterior and formatting appear largely identical to non-anomalous copies of the Gutenberg Bible, with two deviations:

SCP-5349 has 42 lines per page on every page, whereas original copies begin with larger type-face 40 line pages before switching to 42 lines.
SCP-5349's flourishes and visual christian iconography have been amended to include cicadas, especially in depictions of Jesus Christ.

In addition, SCP-5349's writings deviate strongly from the original writings of traditional Gutenberg Bibles. Many instances of symbolism and proverbs appear to be taken literally, and many instances of merciful acts or forgiveness have been changed or removed.
Noticeably, SCP-5349 contains two additional biblical books, titled “The Book of Luculentus” and “The Gospel of Johnny”.
Excerpts from SCP-5349:

When they came to the place where God told them to go, Abraham built an altar. He carefully laid the wood on the altar. Then he tied up his son Isaac and laid him on the altar on top of the wood. Then Abraham reached for his knife to kill his son. But the angel of the Lord stopped him. The angel let loose its holy buzzing, and Abraham began convulsing with devotion to his God. He stood aside as the angel descended, and watched as the vigil of God reduced Isaac to bones, rending flesh and carrying his soul to heaven.

Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!” When he saw them, he reached out a hand and healed their suffering. The men shed their bittered husks, emerging from their larval shells as angels. The messiah heard their buzzing, and in his kindness bequeathed to them his sacrament.

Researcher's Note:

Bannock,
For a long time we thought 3004, Cousin Johnny, it was some fluke, some bastardization by a confused bug diety. Some bug-eyed minor god got it in its head that it was God, capital-G God, and started doing some weird Jesus stuff. After finding this… I'm not so sure.
See, I don't think 3004 is confused. I think it's… it's coming from somewhere else. Looking at the Akiva around where we found 5349, it's not a normal distribution like you'd expect. It's more like a puncture wound. Immense force with a sharp point just punching a hole in our world. And if that hole is big enough to fit a bible, a messiah, a god- we need to plug it up fast.
I'm officially requesting assistance from the MDV-HIVE initiative. I know when we're in over our head, and us analysts at 96 don't have the skills (or funding!) of your Tact-Theo boys down at 27. Look, Bannock… I don't know if I can help all that much, but I have a grudge with these cicada fucks. They got Ozid a couple years ago, and he's not in a good way. If there's anything I can do to help, give the word- nothing squashes bugs like a rolled up magazine.
Incidentally, 3004-2 sightings have been popping up more and more recently. They're technically made of wood, I guess, so the pesticides have been proven ineffective. Maybe something that can eat em up? You're the expert, but just thinking out loud.
- Elijah Razim

« SCP-5348 | SCP-5349 | SCP-5350 »


Item #: SCP-5350
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: An international ad campaign is to be launched advocating for the consumption of plant-based products, and to eschew eating meats. Vaccinations in the forms of thaumaturgically-enhanced flu vaccines and memetic agents reducing the urge to eat meat are to be distributed among the global populace. Those infected with SCP-5350 are to be placed into permanent quarantine, until the subject has expired or recovered.
MTF Beta-7 "Maz-Hatters" is responsible for clean up and disposal of animals infected with SCP-5350. Infected animals are to be neutralized and remains cremated. Gen+ and Gen++ technology is to be used to systematically destroy and recreate portions of the biosphere, slightly editing the genome of recreated species to be immune to SCP-5350. A sample of SCP-5350 is to be retained in Site-14, a dedicated anomalous diseases research facility.

Informational pamphlet that was widely distributed by the WPO and the CADC (Center for Anomalous Disease Control). Expand image.

Description: SCP-5350 is a thaumaturgically altered pathogen derived from the influenza virus, that spontaneously grows into a fully functional eye (SCP-5350-A) on contact with mammal tissue. These eyes are often nonhuman in physical appearance, and can exhibit conflicting biology with its host. SCP-5350-A are filled with an aqueous solution containing more SCP-5350; the eyes easily burst, further propagating the spread of SCP-5350. As such, initial high-density infections on human bodies are in areas frequently subject to friction or prolonged contact with objects, such as the palms, back, groin, or soles of feet.
SCP-5350 is weak to extreme temperatures, and can only last outside of a host for 30 minutes before expiring. Infection of SCP-5350 has been correlated to a high degree of certainty to a meat-based diet.
Due to wide consumption of meat contaminated with SCP-5350 before the Foundation was fully aware of the anomaly, a significant portion of the population had been infected by the colloquial terms "Oculus Flu," or "Oculoma". Symptoms may include: sore throat, ulcers, upset stomach, eye-filled diarrhea, little-to-no appetite, and difficulty breathing. There is no known cure for SCP-5350, only preventative measures. Treatments can neutralize the spread of a SCP-5350 infection in its early stages, but even as SCP-5350 ceases to be virulent, the eyes become coated with a hard, translucent chitin, remaining fully functional but rendering excision from the surrounding tissue next-to-impossible.
The majority of untreated patients die of asphyxiation due to buildup of SCP-5350-A within the lungs, and patients who are infected for more than six months invariably become covered in SCP-5350-A. People infected rarely survive longer than a year without treatment, and those who recover are subject to extreme emotional trauma due to body dysmorphia and discrimination. A joint action between the Foundation, World Parahealth Organization (WPO), Manna Charitable Foundation (MCF), and Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) was organized to stop the spread of SCP-5350.
Addendum 5350/1: Archived documentation of online civilian reaction to SCP-5350.

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SCP Foundation Representative - Eli Roth
GOC/WPO Representative - Arpeggio
MCF Representative - Meredith Medicae
UIU/Free Port Representative - Seth Bradley

<Begin Log>
Roth: Alright, this is the first official meeting of the Task Force created to deal with SCP-5350, also known as "Oculoma". Can you all state your name for the official record. I, of course, am Eli Roth, head of the Department of Epidemiology of the SCP Foundation. Usually, I delegate jobs to one of my subordinates, but due to the scale and speed of Oculoma… [clears throat] I assumed control at my end.
Medicae: Hello, I'm Meredith Medicae, I run the Disease and Disaster Relief branch of the Manna Charitable Foundation, ahem. It really is humbling to be surrounded by such powerful people, and I don't really know why I am here.
Roth: You're here because you're needed. This is what you signed up for.
Medicae: This is nothing like what I signed up for. The scale… it's way too big… [Medicae sinks into her chair and breathes heavily.]
Bradley: I am Seth Bradley, representative of both the UIU and the Free Ports. As I grew up in Portlands, I, along with my supervisors and the City Council, feel like I can handle my role better than anyone. The Free Ports have agreed to allocate all of their resources to our cause. They have been hit… especially hard.
Arpeggio: I am Agent Arpeggio, representative of the GOC, the World Parahealth Organization, and the UN Security Council.
Roth: Now that we're all settled in, Arpeggio, can you give us a recap on the situation?
Arpeggio: Gladly. [Arpeggio stands and grabs a remote. He clicks and a projector turns on] As you can see here, the infection first started in the American Northwest, around Oregon. The source of the disease is presumed to be this meat packing plant [Arpeggio clicks to a slide with a picture of a pile of rubble], which was demolished by Foundation personnel. The infection was started, we think, by Emilia Roberts, a known anartist with a thing for animals.
Bradley: Kind've backfired on her, didn't it? I haven't seen a dog with only two eyes for months.
Arpeggio: After the Veil dropped, she hooked up with PETA, and other extremist organizations, teaching them thaumaturgy and other non-baseline abilities. History of multiple accounts of assault with a deadly weapon, slander, attempted murder, vandalism, and civilian-use of a military-grade anomaly. A piece of work, to put it lightly. The rest of her cult of personality was arrested after a pharmaceutical facility raid gone bad, but she escaped. We are still hunting for her.
Bradley: I would just like to say that all Free Ports have barred her and her friends from entering. The Chicago Spirit has set up a hefty bounty for her head, so even Eurtec isn't safe for her.
Roth: Finally, some good news.
Arpeggio: The new plague travelled fast, hit Three Portlands, traveled through the Ways into the UK, where it quickly spread through Eurasia. Once it aerosolized… It was game over for the UK.
Roth: [leans forward and put his head in his palms] God I miss the days when we could just hit the reset button on the entire world.
Medicae: I've seen the documents. What you and your organization did was wrong and immoral, killing billions of people just to start over again? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Didn't you say you had an Ethics Committee to keep you in check?
Roth: Hey, I wasn't the one pushing the reset button, and at least we're here to argue about it. And if the Foundation is so immoral, how come we didn't reset the world again when fucking 4chan leaked all of our documents?
Medicae: Ha, nice slipup on your part.
Arpeggio: Ladies, ladies, calm down and take a Xanax. I know we are all high strung, but please pay attention to my presentation.
Medicae: Fine, but don't expect me to get along with him [pointing towards Roth].
Arpeggio: Fine by me. If you'll please pay attention to my presentation, we have found three methods that might work against the virus. One, a large scale thaumaturgical working that would completely dispel SCP-5350 or render it inert-
Bradley: Which would create so much backlash the Earth would be cracked in half.
Arpeggio: -Two, create a memetic agent to make everyone vegetarian, thus immune to the infection-
Bradley: Which would completely ignore the widespread infection covering every lion, tiger, and bear in the world.
Arpeggio: -And three, scorched earth protocol. We herd the last remnants of humanity into bunkers, nuke the place, and start over from scratch.
[Complete silence]
Roth: Well that's a bit grim.
Bradley: And a bit overkill.
Medicae: We obviously can't go with any of those options, right?
Bradley: Obviously.
Arpeggio: Are there any other options.
Medicae: Not that, for sure.
Bradley: Well… why so large scale? If all the things we do on the macro hurt us, what about the micro?
Roth: [nodding] Instead of one large ritual, it's thousands or millions of little tiny ones. That way, instead of relying on the power in the earth's mantle, you could just use the heat of the human body.
Medicae: Ohhh, now I get it. It would be like the "Thaumoshots," that we received a couple of years ago.
Arpeggio: …Come again?
Medicae: They were called Thaumoshots. The syringes were either iron or silver, and the vaccine was magically enhanced. They worked for everyone, even people who had the disease or were immunocompromised were fine after a couple weeks. We never knew who sent them, but would send an email requesting more, and the next day a box full of the thaumoshots showed up, no matter where we were deployed.
Roth: [looking at Arpeggio] Could that work? Logistically, I mean.
Arpeggio: Theoretically, yeah. You have a ritual over a fifty-gallon tank of standard flu vaccines, rig it to activate once inside a human body, and get the body temperature to power the ritual? I don't see why not? The initial ritual would require about as much power that's found in a couple lithium-ion batteries, so it's financially feasible. But we can't just keep making this vaccine forever for the entirety of the human race.
Medicae: So why not combine it with the memes? Vaccine everyone, and then meme 'em?
Roth: Make everyone vegetarian, you mean?
Medicae: Yeah, that.
Roth: Of course, even curing everyone of the infection, we still would have to deal with every other creature scuttling around with thousands of eyes.
Arpeggio: I'm pretty sure the PTOLEMY division developed some top of the line cloning devices. If we mass-produced them, we could reconstruct the entirety of the biosphere in ten, fifteen years.
Roth: Well, we got a lot done in 15 minutes. Let's take a coffee break, and come back to hash out the details. Let's provisionally call this… Project Scopophobia, why not.
Bradley: Sounds good to me.
Arpeggio: Sure.
Medicae: I'm ok with it.
<End Log>

- ACCESS GRANTED

Addendum 5350/2: Thanks to the efforts of the organizations involved with the effort, the spread of SCP-5350 was slowed drastically. From 2026-2030, the amount of infected individuals lowered from 1.3 billion to under 500 million. Projections estimate SCP-5350 will cease to be an epidemic in 2034. Complete eradication, however, is unfeasible at this time.
Recovered Audio: Through tracing viral loads in monitored water systems and simulated epidemiological models, the WPO and CADC were able to narrow down the origin of the infection to meat packing plants within North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany. After thorough examination of the plants, a large mass of tissue was discovered in the ventilation shaft of a plant owned by the Tönnies Group. This mass was composed of discarded bovine and porcine flesh, presumably scavenged from the facility, along with unidentifiable human tissue. The mass possessed several vents from which exuded 5350 particulate, ceasing upon discovery. As the mass was removed from the ventilation shaft, several mouths emerged from beneath flaps of skin, speaking in several languages.

Who are we, to constantly commit genocide against our four-legged relatives?
Who are we to determine what's sapient or not based on skin-deep analysis?
Who are we to determine a dog's life is worth more than a pig's?
With animals, there's more than meets the eye.
Are We Cool Yet?

The artwork repeated this message until expiration.

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Item #: SCP-5351
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5351 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber located at Site-22 and fed twice a day in accordance with Nutritional Chart 5351-1. Regular checks are to be performed to ensure that plant life growing within the containment chamber does not compromise chamber integrity, and trimming is to take place if deemed necessary.
While constant video surveillance of SCP-5351's containment chamber is to be performed as per standard Foundation protocol, no audio surveillance or recording is to take place. No statements made by SCP-5351 are to be transcribed, whether made during interviews or otherwise. Personnel are not to quote SCP-5351, repeat any phrases or non-standard terminology used by SCP-5351, or record statements made by SCP-5351 in any context or medium. Any event in which SCP-5351's words are reproduced by an external source in this way are to be considered an immediate containment breach.
In the event of a containment breach, the area of Site-22 in which SCP-5351 has appeared is to immediately be locked down. As those targeted by SCP-5351 are generally killed within seconds of its appearance, recovery of personnel in the immediate vicinity is considered infeasible and not a top priority. Once reacquired, SCP-5351 is to be escorted back to its containment chamber by a security team.
In order to encourage SCP-5351's cooperation, all interviews are to be performed by Junior Researcher Cooper. Interviews are to be recorded in general terms only.
Description: SCP-5351 is a humanoid entity superficially resembling a young woman of Slavic descent. Despite its human appearance, SCP-5351 has demonstrated a number of anomalous capabilities, most prominently the ability to appear in the immediate vicinity of individuals who either repeat exact statements made by SCP-5351 themselves or access media which does the same.
After appearing following such an event, SCP-5351 will proceed to kill the individual who reproduced their words, followed by anyone in the immediate vicinity who heard the statement. SCP-5351 has demonstrated the capacity to exert physical strength significantly beyond human limits, often mauling humans to death with its bare hands over the course of several seconds. Once all targeted individuals have been eliminated, SCP-5351 invariably returns to an amicable state and will cooperate with requests made by containment staff.
Plant life has been observed to appear and rapidly grow in areas where SCP-5351 has been present for a great deal of time1. These plants have demonstrated, along with their accelerated growth, an ability to flourish in areas usually incapable of supporting flora, such as steel surfaces and unlit rooms. Despite these anomalous properties, however, analysis has confirmed that this plant life consists only of mundane oak and grass which can be trimmed without ill effect. SCP-5351 appears to place some level of sentimental importance on these plants, and will generally react negatively if they are removed without prior warning.
Despite the significant levels of violence SCP-5351 has displayed when its statements are reproduced or quoted, it is otherwise amicable with Foundation staff and will cooperate with the majority of requests.

Discovery

SCP-5351 was first discovered in the village of [DATA EXPUNGED]2, Russia, after numerous reports of travelers vanishing in the region.
One such traveler, Lev Ilin, reappeared several weeks after being reported missing and informed local police that the villagers of [DATA EXPUNGED] had imprisoned him after he'd encountered and had a brief conversation with a young woman who had demonstrated the ability to make plants grow around her. After this potential anomalous phenomena was flagged by the Foundation, Mobile Task Force Zeta-19 ("Lonely Only") was dispatched to investigate.
While the villagers of [DATA EXPUNGED] were initially resistant against the advances of MTF Zeta-19, hostilities were quickly neutralized and the village elders interrogated. Investigation of the apprehended villagers revealed that all of them appeared to have had their tongues removed at an early age, preventing speech. The questioned elders claimed through writing that this was the result of a traditional coming-of-age ceremony, intended to prevent 'the Maiden of the Woods'3 from attacking the village for reproducing, or 'stealing', her words.
The elders made further claims that they had imprisoned travelers who had interacted with SCP-5351 under the fear that they would inadvertently quote its words at a later date, causing her to appear in their vicinity and spread its influence to the rest of civilization. When questioned about the location of these imprisoned travelers, the elders refused to answer, but numerous decomposing bodies were unearthed beneath the village hall during investigation.
MTF Zeta-19 then proceeded to a cabin located in the nearby woods which SCP-5351 had apparently made its home, where SCP-5351 was quickly found and restrained. As personnel already had a general awareness of the conditions which triggered a violent state from SCP-5351, the anomaly was able to be transported back from [DATA EXPUNGED] and contained without further incident.

Interview Summary Log 5351-1

The following is a record of interviews with SCP-5351 conducted by various members of the SCP-5351 containment team. In order to prevent containment breach, the results of these interviews are recorded only in general terms.

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
Interviewee: SCP-5351
Items Exchanged: N/A
Topics Discussed: SCP-5351's origins, its nature, the source behind its anomalous abilities.
Results: SCP-5351 claims to have always lived in the forest it was originally found in, and further explained that it originally had two sisters that resided there with it — both significantly older. It appeared confused when I inquired as to its anomalous abilities, and expressed a belief that there was nothing strange about its capabilities. Following this point, SCP-5351 became lethargic and bored, and refused to answer further questions.
Will have to find a way to engage SCP-5351 more in further interviews.

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
Interviewee: SCP-5351
Items Exchanged: Pencil and paper. Provided in an effort to improve SCP-5351's engagement in the interview — I told it that it could record questions it wished to ask of me on the paper and I would do my best to answer them. I had already agreed with my supervisors not to provide any accurate information in response to these questions, but we felt it would make SCP-5351 feel this was less of an interrogation and thus be more cooperative.
Topics Discussed: Reasons for violent behaviours.
Results: Before I could ask my questions, SCP-5351 expressed a great deal of surprise and fascination in response to the pencil I had given it. No such reaction was given to the paper. When I inquired as to the reason for its excitement, it refused to answer but was much more cooperative from that point forward.
When I asked about the reason SCP-5351 acted violently when its words were quoted, it launched into a lengthy explanation of its logic in doing so. While I do not think I managed to recall this one-hundred percent accurately — it was a lengthy explanation — I can provide this brief summary. I have taken care not to reproduce SCP-5351's exact wording.
SCP-5351's words belong only to SCP-5351. Therefore, SCP-5351's words cannot exist in a space without SCP-5351 also existing there — this appears to be its logic behind its ability to translocate.
If SCP-5351's words are spoken by someone who is not SCP-5351, however, that must mean that the speaker is attempting to steal those words from SCP-5351, and must be dealt with brutally.
If we take SCP-5351 as being honest here, that would suggest that its attacks are less a result of random malevolence and more a warped sense of apparent moral necessity. It's unhinged without a doubt, but I suppose it makes some kind of internal sense from that inhuman kind of perspective. To hear someone say these kinds of absurd things like they were perfectly reasonable is unsettling all the same, but I suppose that's the nature of the job.

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
Interviewee: SCP-5351
Items Exchanged: An oak leaf. Given to me through a slot at the end of the interview. Submitted for incineration afterwards as per potential contamination protocol.
Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. (Intended.)
Results: Before I could begin asking questions about [DATA EXPUNGED], SCP-5351 began asking me a series of questions, leaving me no room to interject. It wished to know things such as my full name, my birthday, what my family was like, any interesting childhood memories I had. I provided false information as previously agreed upon, but SCP-5351 didn't appear to notice.
This questioning went on for nearly half-an-hour — I almost started slipping up and answering truthfully — after which SCP-5351 gave me the oak leaf I logged above. When I asked why it had given me an oak leaf, it replied that the object was not an oak leaf but instead a [DATA EXPUNGED]. It then refused to answer any of my questions and asked me to leave for the night.
I was happy to do so, to tell the truth. Being on the receiving end of that question barrage was exhausting. I don't even want to know why it wanted to know that stuff.
Researcher Cooper, this will be your only warning in this regard. I understand that the material that had to be expunged from this record was only a single word, but that word was non-standard terminology quoted directly from SCP-5351 — in other words, a potentially disastrous containment breach. Speaking frankly, it's a miracle you're still alive. I've logged you in for a week's suspension — make sure you come back with your head on straight. - Head Researcher Scott Abrams
My most sincere apologies, sir. I assure you this will never happen again. Thank you for your lenience. - Junior Researcher Sam Cooper

Interviewer: Head Researcher Scott Abrams
Interviewee: SCP-5351
Items Exchanged: N/A.
Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. (Intended.)
Results: SCP-5351 refused to talk to me. When I entered the interview chamber and told it I would be interviewing it today, it became enraged, loudly accused me of harming Junior Researcher Cooper, and physically attacked the observation window until I was forced to leave in fear of my own safety.

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
Interviewee: SCP-5351
Items Exchanged: Photographs of the village of [DATA EXPUNGED] and various residents.
Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED].
Results: SCP-5351 expressed a great deal of relief that I had returned from my suspension period unharmed, and significantly calmed down when I explained the circumstances behind that. While it assured me that it would see no need to kill me for simply borrowing a single word, I have to admit I didn't find much comfort in the implication that it would have to kill me for other offenses.
This time, SCP-5351 was happy to discuss the village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. It confirmed that it had provided the original name of the village after helping the original founders survive the dangers of the area in exchange for offerings of meat and wine. When I asked if this meant that SCP-5351 was over two-hundred years old, it responded in the affirmative and seemed surprised that I had even asked.
I informed SCP-5351 that we'd discovered that none of the older villagers had any tongues when we'd first brought it in, and asked if it knew why that was. It replied that this was because of the coming-of-age ceremony that all villagers undergo during adolescence, and elaborated that this was something it had instructed them to do in order to ensure they would not be able to steal its words. When I asked what it would have done if they had disregarded these instructions, it replied that it would have killed them as if this was very natural.
I asked why it would have done this. It replied that it would have been out of love. Love, it explained, was the act of keeping the things you liked in your possession as long as possible — and getting rid of them when they ceased being the kind of things you liked.
I asked what kind of things it liked. It said that it found me very interesting.
I left the chamber. It smiled at me as I went.

Incident Log 5351-1

The following is the record of a containment breach which occurred in a tertiary Site-22 canteen on 23/05/2021, involving Junior Researchers Sam Cooper, Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy. All statements which could result in further containment breaches have been expunged from this record.

<Begin Log>
(Junior Researchers Sam Cooper, Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy are alone in the canteen, discussing recent developments in SCP-5351's containment. Sam Cooper has their head in their hands, while Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy are speaking animatedly.)
JR Lindsay Owen: It's crazy, though, really. You should have seen the way she went off on Abrams — you could hear her screaming through the walls.
JR Sam Cooper: (muffled) Jesus. I can't fucking believe it. This was my first big assignment, you know? You guys were on that Domesday Clock thing, so you've got prior, but this was — like — my big shot you know, to show what I was made of?
JR Jonathan Worthy: And apparently you're a real casanova.
(JR Sam Cooper throws an empty juice carton at JR Jonathan Worthy's head, which misses.)
JR Sam Cooper: Fuck off. Seriously, though, it's not funny. I've not even been sleeping, you know? I keep thinking of the way she was smiling at me. Creepy shit, like someone looking down a microscope at you.
JR Lindsay Owens: Everyone's got your back with this. You're carrying this whole thing, you know? Abram thinks so too. She can get as creepy as she likes, she's still in there and you're still out here.
JR Sam Cooper: Until someone fucks up.
JR Lindsay Owens: Nobody's gonna fuck up. We know what we're doing. You do too. Right, Jon?
JR Jonathan Worthy: Right.
(JR Sam Cooper sighs.)
JR Sam Cooper: You know how this started — where, where all the trouble came from? That fucking … thing she gave me, the — the leaf? The [DATA EXPUNGED] or whatever the hell it's called?
(JR Lindsay Owens and JR Jonathan Worthy freeze.)
JR Jonathan Worthy: Should you really, uh…?
(JR Sam Cooper spreads their arms wide.)
JR Sam Cooper: You see her? It's like I told Abrams after I came back, it's words that summon her. Words, plural. If you could do it with just one, she'd just pop up wherever anyone said 'hello', right?
JR Lindsay Owens: Right. Right, yeah. That does make sense.
JR Jonathan Worthy: But what the hell is a [DATA EXPUNGED]?
(There is a loud cracking noise, and SCP-5351 appears in the midst of the three Junior Researchers. Within the span of ten seconds, it tears out JR Lindsay Owen's jugular with its teeth, disembowels JR Jonathan Worthy, and curtsies towards JR Sam Cooper.)(JR Sam Cooper screams, now covered in blood, and retreats to the corner of the room. SCP-5351 follows after them. At this point, containment breach of SCP-5351 is confirmed. Alarms begin going off throughout the site, and the canteen is locked down when the presence of SCP-5351 is noted on surveillance camera. Security team dispatched.)
JR Sam Cooper: What the fuck?! What the fuck?!(JR Sam Cooper looks at the corpses of JR Lindsay Owen and JR Jonathan Worthy.)
JR Sam Cooper: (quietly) You didn't have to kill them.JR Sam Cooper: No you didn't. You just… you could've at least… Jesus.(JR Sam Cooper looks from their sitting position on the floor up at SCP-5351.)
JR Sam Cooper: How the hell would I be okay? Do you — do you even understand what you've done? They're — they're dead. They said one fucking word and you killed them like it was nothing — like it was — fuck.
(Pause.)
JR Sam Cooper: …why am I still alive?(JR Sam Cooper puts their head in their hands.)
JR Sam Cooper: Nooo… no no no…JR Sam Cooper: No, no, stop saying that, you don't, you don't. It was a fucking pencil, goddamnit! Just… just finish me off. Get it over with if you're going to do it.
(SCP-5351 moves its hand forward, and JR Sam Cooper winces. SCP-5351 plants its hand on top of JR Sam Cooper's head, and pats the spot for several seconds before withdrawing it, leaving significant amounts of blood dripping from JR Sam Cooper's hair.)(There is a loud bang as the security team breaches the canteen and surrounds SCP-5351, weapons trained on it.)
Security Officer Nelson: Hands on your head! I said hands on your head!
(SCP-5351 steps away from JR Sam Cooper, puts its hands on its head, and complies with security instructions. JR Sam Cooper vomits on the floor in front of them and subsequently loses consciousness.)
<End Log>

Personnel Request Response (Junior Researcher Sam Cooper: Reassignment)

From: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
To: Head Researcher Scott Abrams
Hereby requesting immediate reassignment in order to maintain my own mental health and wellbeing. I do not believe I need to provide evidence beyond what has already occurred that SCP-5351 has developed some kind of fixation on me — and it is something I want no part of. I see only two conclusions if I continue on as part of this research team: either I end up dead, or so severely traumatized that I may as well be.

From: Head Researcher Scott Abrams
To: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
Unfortunately, I will have to decline your request at this time.
Since the development of rapport between yourself and SCP-5351, we've seen a huge decrease in the rate of containment breaches — even in cases where someone has reproduced SCP-5351's words, it's shown a much greater willingness to 'let it slide', for lack of better wording. The incident I'm sure has prompted this is, as far as we can tell, an isolated incident. I know that seems cold, but it's the truth.
I understand this assignment is stressful — and I won't deny the circumstances are unusual — but I'll have to ask you to just take one for the team on this occasion. We've all got your back on this one, yeah?

From: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
To: Head Researcher Scott Abrams
If you're going to do this to me, you might as well slap an orange jumpsuit on me and get it over with. You saw what that thing did to Lindsay, didn't you? I felt her blood on my face. I tasted it on my tongue. I can still taste it — and it gets worse every time I look at 5351. It's hellish.
Did you even read what I wrote? About how I'll almost certainly end up? Did you even care?
You haven't got my back. If you did, I'd be out of here already. I understand my tone isn't exactly appropriate right now, but I severely doubt you're going to have me fired for being a little snappy in these messages.
If you're saying you want to kill me — or worse — then say it properly. Use your goddamn words.

From: Head Researcher Scott Abrams
To: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper
I'm sorry, Sam.

Footnotes
1. Generally one to two months.
2. As it is now believed that this village was originally named by SCP-5351, recording said name is considered to constitute a reproduction of SCP-5351's words. Note that this is the name used by inhabitants of the village — the variation used by the outside world was fortunately not a containment breach risk.
3. Note that this epithet was originally expunged from the record under the belief that it was originally created by SCP-5351 itself. Further investigation has confirmed this is not the case, and it has been re-added to documentation.

« SCP-5350 | SCP-5351 | SCP-5352 »


Item #: SCP-5352
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5352 is monitored remotely from Site-107, 4km north of Murky Lake. Once per month, a team of five members of personnel (two D-Class, two agents, and one researcher) are to enter the town to collect samples and monitor anomalous phenomena within. Disappearances are to be logged, and in the event missing parties cannot be located, they are to be considered KIA.
SCP-5352-C is to be actively monitored. In the event that more than 90% of the building housing it becomes absent, Procedure 5352-PRECESSION is to be carried out in an attempt to preserve the integrity of both the building and local reality.
Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to whistle while within SCP-5352.
Description: SCP-5352 refers to the abandoned town of Murky Lake, New Mexico (Nexus-04). The area has been devoid of permanent human settlement since 1936, when the population vanished during the Dust Bowl1. Prior to this, anomalous events of unclear origin had been documented throughout Murky Lake, though these events were treated as being of low priority by the American Secure Containment Initiative.
Most Nexus zones operate under a series of thematic constants2; SCP-5352 appears to operate on a theme that has been quantified as 'absence'. Historically, Murky Lake and the area around it had the highest number of disappearances per capita within New Mexico, despite the fact that the population at its peak was 103 people. This rate declined following the abandonment of the town in 1936.
Several other items serve to support this theme of 'absence', including:

A complete lack of wildlife within an uneven 5km area, centered around the skeleton of a horse behind the former general store.
A lack of chlorophyll in plant life; despite this, plants continue to grow normally.
The inability for music to be played or performed in any form, whether live or recorded. The sole exception to this is whistling, which [DATA EXPUNGED].
The tendency for groups of five or more individuals to lose at least one member while inside SCP-5352; in most cases, this is simply a temporary separation.
The lack of bacterial or fungal species existing outside of human bodies, which is believed to account for the relatively well-preserved state of Murky Lake.
Random 'gaps' in buildings, wherein pieces of furniture, walls, and even load-bearing beams are physically absent, but the surrounding structure is not affected.

The eponymous Murky Lake itself is also absent, likely due to non-anomalous evaporation following the departure of the town's populace. The former lakebed still exists approximately half a kilometer to the north of the town. Notably, a large amount of human skeletal remains have been found atop and within the lake bed, and display signs of health issues that were common in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Of the recovered bodies, approximately 70% have one or more holes in their sternum or rib cage, while 5% were decapitated pre-mortem.
SCP-5352-A is a gap between two buildings on Main Street; records in Union County dated to this time indicate the existence of the town hall at this location. Individuals who enter SCP-5352-A often emerge soaking wet, despite the lack of water in the area, and bear minor ligature marks around their wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles, and major ligature marks around their neck.
At irregular intervals, between two and twelve humanoid figures are visible within SCP-5352-A. They are intangible, and have not responded to Foundation attempts at communication, excluding Incident 5352-05, which resulted in fifteen Foundation casualties.
Directly across from SCP-5352-A is SCP-5352-B, which refers to a space beneath the town undertaker. SCP-5352-B is accessible through a trapdoor on the ground floor. Personnel who have entered and exited SCP-5352-B cannot recall any details about its appearance but have been able to retrieve items from within. Visual recording equipment uniformly fails when in this space, but audio recording has detected the sounds of glass breaking underfoot, metallic clanging, and a large amount of flowing water. Despite claiming to be an undertaker, items retrieved from SCP-5352-B include several non-standard tools and chemicals, including needles, straight razors, cleavers, tattooing ink, sulfuric acid, and a branding iron with the head in the shape of a twelve-pointed star.
SCP-5352-C refers to an anvil within the remains of the blacksmith at the northern-most edge of the town of Murky Lake; this building would have been the closest to the lake itself, and is the most heavily-affected by the 'gap' phenomenon present in SCP-5352, with over 75% of the structure physically absent.
SCP-5352-C has been modified in such a way that makes it impractical to be used in metalworking— the face of the anvil has a hole in the center which runs through the body of the anvil; sounds of running water can be heard from the underside, speculated to be the same underground channel detected in SCP-5352-B. The horn of SCP-5352-C has been sharpened to a point that would make it unsuited for shaping metal. Given the amount of human blood found on SCP-5352-C, and the presence of SCP-5352-C-1 in the same building, it is speculated that SCP-5352-C was some form of altar.
SCP-5352-C-1 is what Foundation researchers have termed a 'ritual garrote'. SCP-5352-C-1 consists of a 40cm length of human sinew wrapped around a metal wire, with a pair of 15cm long handles at either end that terminate into sharp points. Each handle is carved with the shapes of six humanoid figures. Testing has confirmed that the wire of SCP-5352-C-1 is sharp and strong enough to decapitate a human being. The handles are irregularly shaped, and fit within the Pritchel and Hardie holes atop SCP-5352-C's face.
At irregular intervals, starting at noon and ending at sunset, the building containing SCP-5352-C will become impenetrable to visible light. Thermal imaging has shown twelve humanoid figures within, apparently looking at SCP-5352-C. When this phenomenon ends, another portion of the blacksmith containing SCP-5352-C will have vanished.
SCP-5352 was re-discovered by the Foundation following the disappearance of the crew of Following the Leylines: Ghost Town Explorers, a paranormal reality TV show that was filming its pilot in the vicinity. While their equipment was found scattered throughout the town and their vehicle parked on the lake bed, the only evidence of any crew member was a hat located on the ground outside of SCP-5352-A which, based on brain tissue recovered inside, belonged to host William Plunkett.

Footnotes
1. The colloquial name for a series of dust storms and drought that occurred throughout the southern American plains in the 1930s, particularly in Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, Nebraska and New Mexico.
2. For instance, citizens of Harkness, Maryland are immune to all non-anomalous diseases, but after the intentional infection of the town's water supply by an unknown group in the 1980s, all citizens contracted at least one anomalous infection.

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