The following file is preserved in accordance with the Records and Information Security Administration's Neutralized Object guidelines.

Image of PoI-5989 while using SCP-5989 to pose as a mold inspector. Photo captured by a security guard's body camera on the mega-yacht of ████ █████.

Item #: SCP-5989
Object Class: Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5989 and PoI-5989 are presently uncontained. A joint operation between Foundation and Global Occult Coalition assets is underway to either apprehend or neutralize them. Due to the infohazardous properties of SCP-5989, security footage of PoI-5989's actions is the primary method of determining his identity, methods, and next potential victim.
As a result of the high profile nature of Poi-5989's victims, the Foundation has enacted Procedure Midas. This entails the mass production of mnestically trained body doubles. Site-117's1 Site-128's medical wing has been reconstructed into a mass cloning and mnestic reprogramming center to accommodate Procedure Midas. For select instances where PoI-5989's victim is of advanced age, a cover story of death by age-related illness is deemed an acceptable alternative to replacement. In preparation for potential future assassinations, the Foundation stockpiles multiple copies of the top 50 most likely future targets.
Description: SCP-5989 is an object that overwrites the viewer's perception of the holder's appearance to be viewed as appropriate for the environment they are observed in. This effect persists even through remote live surveillance and on recorded footage. AIC analysis of video evidence shows this property is tied to the information used to construct the image itself. The use of multiple senses to perceive SCP-5989 magnifies this effect, creating a more compelling appearance of being authorized to access that area. The actual appearance of SCP-5989 is currently unknown.2
PoI-5989 presumably presents as a human male and is theorized to be the creator of SCP-5989. The capture or termination of PoI-5989 has been elevated to Level Violet Black priority.
Addendum 5989.1: Discovery Log
SCP-5989 was discovered on 2028/11/05 when PoI-5989 murdered █████ ███████. The assassination was accomplished via an explosive charge planted inside the bedchamber of the victim's most commonly used upstate New York mansion. The following is a log of PoI-5989's actions as recorded by the estate's surveillance system.

<Video Start>
PoI-5989 arrives in a Time Warner Cable maintenance van at the mansion gates. He argues with the checkpoint intercom and strikes at an area in front of his sternum multiple times. After one minute and 23 seconds, the gates open and he proceeds inside. The van parks in front of the mansion entrance where a crew of armed security personnel approach.
Guard Captain: Ok, you'll need to present some ID before we can let you into the estate.
PoI-5989: Right here.
PoI-5989 holds up a lanyard with nothing on its end to the captain.
Guard Captain: Alright that checks out. Stevens! Show him up to the modem closet.
The guard to the captain's right motions PoI-5989 up the stairs to the building entrance and the two head inside.
Guard: You here for the internet? Wifi's been a bit slow on my phone lately.
PoI-5989: Yeah. Got a call in about it this morning.
The pair proceed up the stairs and down a hallway until the guard points towards a door and they stop.
Guard: Here it is.
PoI-5989: Ok, I'm going to do a signal check here. Should be about 5 minutes.
Guard: Gotcha.
The two enter the room and PoI-5989 approaches the modem before kneeling down and taking off his backpack.
Guard: You work a lot of rich folk?
PoI-5989: Yup, they always get put first on the service queue.
PoI-5989 takes out several modems and devices appearing as signal diagnostic tools and places them on the floor. He proceeds to take one of the diagnostic probes and stabs it into the surface of a modem before pressing buttons across the surface of the tool.
Guard: Don't you need to plug those into the machine there?
PoI-5989: I'm testing the wifi in here first. Hey, can you give me some space? Corporate doesn't give me much time per house and I have a long day ahead of me.
Guard: Mood. Gotta piss anyway.
The guard leaves the room as PoI-5989 pulls out a laptop and plugs it into the modem. Four minutes and 49 seconds pass as a list of IP addresses fills the screen. He highlights one, copies it into his phone, closes, and disconnects his laptop. PoI-5989 stands back up and leaves the server room. He waits in the hallway until the guard returns.
Guard: You done?
PoI-5989: Well, the modem's fine. Problem must be on one of the routers' end. Which one does the customer use most frequently?
Guard: Probably the bedroom. Mr. ███████ is one for tweeting on the shitter.
PoI-5989: And is he typically the only user on that router?
The guard chuckles.
Guard: Well, that depends on if he is going to be partying. He likes his girls. Why?
PoI-5989: Trying to gauge the network load. Can you take me there?
The sentry motions PoI-5989 down the hallway and the two enter the master bedroom. The guard points toward the massive flatscreen television.
Guard: Router is there behind the TV.
PoI-5989 moves to the television and briefly looks behind it before proceeding toward the California King sized bed. He takes the modem from earlier out of his backpack and slides under the bed frame.
Guard: Aren't you here for the router?
PoI-5989 waves an empty hand about from under the bed and taps his closed fist against the floor three times.
PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. Installing a signal booster.
The guard nods and watches PoI-5989 continue his work. PoI-5989 emerges from under the bed after four minutes and 11 seconds.
PoI-5989: Alright, that should do it.
The guard escorts PoI-5989 out of the mansion. PoI-5989 shakes hands with the guard and his commander before returning to his van. The van proceeds out of the estate grounds. Out of the corner of the backyard camera feed, a Time Warner Cable van passes by on a route deeper into the neighborhood.
Approximately 12 hours later, at 22:18:52 on 2028/11/05, an explosion is heard from the mansion. One hour and 32 minutes later, a Time Warner Cable van is seen exiting the neighborhood.
<Video End>

Note: █████ ███████'s death was initially considered an act of non-anomalous terrorism until the assassination of PoI-5989's next victim, ████ █████, by the sinking of his mega-yacht while crossing the Pacific Ocean. Following confirmation by 12 separate AIC's analysis of both assassination events, the Foundation determined that infohazardous effects were used to accomplish these murders and implemented Procedure Midas.
Addendum 5989.2: Site-117 Destruction Log
Note: During the time following the initiation of Procedure Midas, PoI-5989 had claimed nine additional victims, bringing his total murder count up to 11.

Timestamp: 2031/01/03 02:21:10
Location: Site-117 Medical Wing, South Dakota, New Confederated Republics of North America

<Video Start>
Procedure Midas lead, Dr. Johnson, watches crews perform a synaptic analysis of 25 clones held within gestation tanks when the alarm klaxons blare. He initiates lockdown procedures for the area as a squad of MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" enters the room per Procedure Midas's security protocols. Dr. Johnson proceeds to direct medical crews in the evacuation of stored body doubles to an off-site bunker.
Johnson: Get them on the elevators!
Nu-7 Commander Olga Lensing approaches Dr. Johnson with a security detail as the Procedure Midas staff disconnect the tanks.
Johnson: What's happening out there?
Lensing: Proximity alarms on the other end of the facility. Initial infrared scans indicate it is likely a wayward cattle rancher. Lotta of those running on to our grounds these days.
Johnson: Again? Never thought I would be missing the Bureau of Land Management.
Lensing: Should I call off the evacuation?
Johnson: No, it's been long enough and they need some practice in emergency protocols.
Lensing: Roger that.
Commander Lensing turns towards her troops behind her.
Lensing: Martinez! Take echo team and see if you can't chase off those cows. Smith, head topside and prep the escort to the bunker. The rest of you are on high alert patrols.
Present Nu-7 members in unison: Yes Sir!
Nu-7 disperses with the exception of Lensing and her personal detail as efforts to move the clones continues. Two hours and 27 minutes of footage redacted for brevity.
Johnson: Alright, all copies are on the train ready for transport. Any more cows out there, Commander?
Lensing: Nope. We have the all clear.
Commander Lensing sighs and rubs her right hip before taking a seat.
Johnson: You alright? You shouldn't be on active duty this close to your third trimester.
Commander Lensing snorts once in response.
Lensing: Duty calls no matter how much little Sally kicks.
Johnson: Taking after her mother?
Lensing: Unfortunately.
The two laugh until Commander Lensing's radio lights up.
Radio: Commander! The train just got derailed! One of the cattle adjacent to the tracks just… detonated the moment we passed by! We have a full scale breach of Procedure Midas specimens!
Johnson: WHAT!
Lensing: Get those clones rounded up! The last thing we need is-
The sound of an explosion from the remaining on-site gestation tanks interrupts Commander Lensing and sends the present crew into disarray. The facility's liquid nitrogen piping is ruptured in the process and floods the room with obscuring gas. Johnson rushes over to help up Lensing where he is struck in the forehead by a single bullet. Commander Lensing looks behind herself to see a member of her security detail holding a still smoking handgun in Johnson's direction. The individual looks down at Commander Lensing.
PoI-5989: Boy or girl?
Lensing: Why are you doing this?
PoI-5989 grabs at an empty spot in front of his sternum and points toward Commander Lensing's belly. Nitrogen gas covers the feed.
PoI-5989: For her.
Two and a half seconds of silence.
Lensing: I'm sorry.
A flash of light is seen through the haze along with the sound of another gunshot, this time emanating from Lensing's position.
PoI-5989: Don't (gasps) apologize, I'm exactly where I need to be.
A second explosion interrupts the feed.
<Video End>

Note: The following are example communications from those purged by the cleanup operation for Site-117's destruction. Text is taken from a local Facebook group dedicated to Okobojo, the South Dakota township closest to Site-117.

Date: 2031/01/04
Sam Denton: Uhh. Guys? I need some advice. I think Jeff Bezos is currently rummaging through my trashcan outside.
Carla Montique: Bullshit, Sam.
Sam Denton: No, really. Check this out.
[Image Redacted]
Maria Menendez: LMAO. HOLY SHIT!
Sam Denton: What am I supposed to do? I went outside and he incoherently screeched and hissed at me.
Phillip Williams: You can always offer him a jar to piss in like they did for my cousin in Seattle.
Carla Montique: Well, apologies are in order. Alex Gorsky is currently dropping a deuce in my garden.
Alexa Vanders: I'll call your Bezos and raise you two naked Michael Bloombergs fighting over that dog the sheriff ran over yesterday.

PoI-5989 was reclassified as a Level Black threat following the recontainment of all Midas specimens.
Addendum 5989.3: Neutralization Log
Note: Following her survival from the destruction of Site-117, Olga Lensing was promoted to head of the joint effort to eliminate PoI-5989. Extensive analysis of his psychological profile resulted in five candidates for his next assassination target. All five were given increased security details with around-the-clock surveillance of their surrounding area by satellite imaging.

Timestamp: 2031/05/21 14:26:50
Command Personnel: Commander Olga Lensing (SCP Foundation), Commander Cynthia Valenski (Global Occult Coalition), Senator Thomas Cotton (NCRNA Department of Paranormal Defense Division Head)
Location: Summer Gala for the Homeless, Saint Louis, Missouri, New Confederated Republics of North America.
Potential Target: ████ ███████, Event Host

<Video Start>
Commander Lensing wheels up to the GOC private manning the surveillance station at the remote monitoring facility 80km away from the event.
Lensing: Keep an eye on security staff movements for anything resembling a physical impairment. We don't know when he will insert himself into the detail but we do know he didn't come out of 117 unscathed.
Cotton approaches from behind and pats Lensing on her right shoulder.
Cotton: Relax, I'm not even sure why we are this concerned. This guy isn't one for blowing up the poors.
Valenski: You're still thinking too 20th century, Senator. He has an intense fixation on these targets that has been repetitively shown to supersede his consideration for others.
Cotton: (Snorts) I'm not here to ask why someone kills over not being able to afford an iPhone. I'm here to put them six feet under before they endanger someone important.
Lensing: You can't stop something you can't understand. If you have nothing to contribute then just enjoy the show. Hopefully we are wrong about this one.
Valenski: Event's starting. We have a 3km perimeter established around the convention center. All teams reporting in with all clear.
Lensing: Roger that, radio the VIP's detail and let them know he is good to go. We have kinetic bombardment targeted for stage on the standby.
Cotton: Wait wait wait wait. What did you say?
Valenski: We have a Level Black threat here, Senator.
Cotton: ███████ is worth 127 billion dollars, Commanders!
Lensing: His identity is, yes.
Senator Cotton stares at Commander Lensing in silence while she turns back towards the monitors for the satellite feed. One hour and 49 minutes pass as the gala proceeds.
Valenski: Dinner is complete and the chefs are leaving the building through the designated checkpoints. Looks like their implanted isotope signatures are working well. Not a single untagged personnel is moving through security.
████ ███████: Well, I hope everyone here has enjoyed themselves but let's remember the noble cause we gather here today for, our tax returns!
The gala crowd breaks into laughter in response to the host's joke.
████ ███████: We are passing a plate around now for any last minute donations. Any stray millions you have to spare are greatly appreciated for our general fund. As we do, let us raise a toast to the great city we support with our generosity!
████ ███████ raises a glass to the air.
████ ███████: To St. Louis!
The crowd in unison: To St. Louis!
The glass shatters and a gunshot rings out afterwards. ████ ███████ remains standing on stage unharmed and in a perplexed state. The crowd remains silent for one and a half seconds before devolving into panic.
Lensing: Triangulate that sound!
Valenski: It's coming from a point 5.5 kilometers away and 1.8 kilometers in the air!
Cotton: What?
Lensing: A drone, Senator. Likely equipped with a rail gun if it pierced the convention center roof.
Cotton: I know about drones, Lensing. I voted on the bills for that very hardware. How did it get within our airspace?
Valenski: Radar is still registering it as a pigeon.
Lensing: There's your answer.
Commander Lensing spins 180 degrees in her wheelchair and shouts over to operative manning the communication array.
Lensing: Evacuate the facility and move in MTF Phi-89 to sweep for explosives!
Cotton: He missed. Do we really need to panic them any more than they already are?
Valenski: We are picking up multiple heat signatures converging on the convention center!
Lensing: Focus on them!
The satellite feed focuses on the area and magnifies it to show thousands of homeless residents of St. Louis. The mob runs through the warnings and gunfire from the present police force and up to the front of the convention center. The patrons fleeing the facility come through the entryway only to stop at the sight of the throng of beggars.
Lensing: Focus on that mob! Scan for physical impairments to the right leg!
Valenski: I'm getting 229 matches!
Cotton: What are you waiting for! Stop them!
Lensing: I'm not going to drop a bombardment on 5,000 innocent people!
Cotton: Well this isn't your jurisdiction.
Senator Cotton removes the personnel from the the kinetic salvo guidance system and changes its target location onto the approaching mob. He hits the fire button with his open palm right as Lensing throws herself out of her wheelchair at him.
Valenski: Expected yield of 0.15 kilotons coming down!
Lensing: YOU. JUST. MURDERED. FIVE. THOUSAND. PEOPLE!
Commander Lensing flips Senator Cotton up to face her and strikes him in the face with a closed fist between each word.
Lensing rolls off of the senator and starts wailing as the senator gasps.
Cotton: And only twenty billion in gross domestic product.
The salvo hits the area and the feed turns white for 0.79 seconds. The present homeless and exiting patrons scatter the grounds atop one another as the feed returns. One figure crawls out of the wreckage on his one, remaining leg.
He climbs out of the crater before he falls and turns over to face the sky. The satellite image focuses on him as he grabs at an empty point in front of his sternum. He kisses the point and stares up towards the camera. The following is transcribed by lip reading technology.
PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. And I've been here 68,000 times. I would be here for 68,000 more given the chance again.
<Video End>

Addendum 5989.4: Neutralized Object Entry
Item #: 5989
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Following PoI-5989's termination, all anomalous properties to SCP-5989 ceased. The object was subsequently declared neutralized.
Description: SCP-5989 is the disembodied hand of a five year old human female. Analysis of the remaining tissue indicates the subject died of advanced untreated leukemia. It is bound into a paper mache necklace made from 51 past due medical bills and one notice of terminated chemotherapy treatment.

Footnotes
1. See Addendum 5989.2
2. See Addendum 5989.4

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Item #: SCP-5991
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the widespread prevalence of Christianity, SCP-5991 cannot be contained. However, the chances of SCP-5991's activation requirements being achieved are low and thus unlikely to happen.
On 15/2/2026, "The Edwards-Francis Agreement" was passed with the Vatican government, which states that the bindings of all published Christian Bibles must contain 2ml of honey in order to prevent SCP-5991 from occurring.
As per standard Foundation protocol, unauthorized information regarding SCP-5991 and its triggers is to be removed, and amnestics are to be administered as appropriate.
Description: SCP-5991 is an anomalous phenomenon that triggers whenever a human successfully consumes an entire Christian Bible. While the subject may consume the Bible using utensils such as forks or knives, SCP-5991 will not trigger if the subject consumes a Bible as well as another substance, such as condiments. When a subject consumes a Bible, an entity will manifest in front of them, referred to as SCP-5991-1.
SCP-5991-1 is a pale, emaciated entity with no orifices besides its mouth. SCP-5991-1 has no teeth, does not possess eye sockets nor eyes, and is wearing a crown of thorns. SCP-5991-1 will approach the subject and unhinge its own jaw. SCP-5991-1 will then violently shove the subject down its throat and into its stomach, which is noted to be much larger than SCP-5991-1 on the inside. SCP-5991-1's stomach is approximately 8 km3 in size.
Once the subject is consumed by SCP-5991-1, they will land on a wooden boardwalk which is built on a floor comprised of biological tissue of unknown composition. Subjects are able to freely exit the stomach by pressing a large, pulsating orange sac located behind where the subject lands.
This will cause the sac to spray an orange gas which, when inhaled by the subject, will render them unconscious. When the subject wakes up after approximately 2-3 hours, they will find themselves in the same place where SCP-5991-1 consumed them.
The boardwalk extends to the middle of the stomach, which contains a plaza constructed out of marble. In the center of the stomach is an entity with the same appearance as SCP-5991-1, hereafter referred to as SCP-5991-2, reading from a small empty scroll while sitting on a wooden stool.
Several broken steel chains surround SCP-5991-2 which hook into SCP-5991-1's stomach lining. Small metal cuffs can be seen around SCP-5991-2's wrists. SCP-5991-2 does not respond to any external stimuli.
Surrounding SCP-5991-2 and the plaza are twelve buildings, which all thematically revolve around SCP-5991-2. SCP-5991-1's stomach contains a:

Visitor's center

Gift shop

Restroom

Petting zoo

Church

Food court

Museum

The buildings are all themed around referring to SCP-5991-2 as "Jesus Christ."
The visitor's center contains a desk and a 2004 Dell desktop computer. Inside the desk are several piles of pamphlets which contain information regarding activities to do when visiting SCP-5991-1's stomach. Additionally, the pamphlets advertise being able to take a picture with SCP-5991-2 for $20 per picture. Several documents detailing an "Umbrella Protocol" in regards to an unknown event can be found, which describe previous evacuation attempts of persons inside the stomach.
The gift shop is mostly empty but contains several SCP-5991-2-themed memorabilia, including stuffed dolls, children's books, figurines, and posters. A total of $344.44 can be found within the cash register. The children's books describe events that never occurred within the Old or New Testaments, and instead describe SCP-5991-2 as a malevolent being that was turned to good through "the light of God."
Several inscriptions are carved within the walls of the bathroom written primarily in either English, Spanish, or Latin. Examples of these messages include "hello", "jenny wuz here", "sittin in a tree", "fuck the world", and "help" in the previously mentioned languages.
The petting zoo contains five large pens presumably built to hold farm animals, but which are completely empty. In the corner of one of the pens, a large pile containing approximately 50 kg of animal feces can be found. Analysis of the feces suggests that the animal that created it was fed a diet consisting solely of sacramental bread and red wine.
The church is unfinished, only consisting of a small sparsely decorated chapel. Nothing else of interest can be found.
The food court contains 40 different tables, each with five chairs. The menu describes food that can be expected from a standard fair or carnival, such as hotdogs, burgers, corn dogs, popcorn, etc. The menu describes a dairy item which resembles an ice cream cone with a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate ice cream. The vanilla scoop is shaped in a way as to resemble SCP-5991-2 and the chocolate scoop is shaped as to resemble a crown of thorns. The freezer inside the kitchen has been locked from the inside.
The museum shows Babylonian artifacts as well as several dinosaur skeletons of unknown species. All the plaques have been forcefully removed, and as such further information cannot be gathered.
As the subject enters SCP-5991-1's stomach, a large banner can be seen attached to the ceiling of the stomach, which reads:

50th Anniversary of JesusLand! Enjoy the perfect Christian experience with the Lord!
Select items in Gift Shop now 50% off until January 17th. See visitor center for more information.

It is to be noted that SCP-5991-1's stomach has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

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SCP-5992 - The Dionysus Pit

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by J Dune

BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 4/5992 Classified
Unauthorized access is forbidden.

5992

Item#: 5992

Level2

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
warning

link to memo

FILESERV NOTICE:

THE FOLLOWING IS THE SCP-5992 DATA FILE AS IT APPEARED PRIOR TO 06/10/2020. IT HAS BEEN PRESERVED FOR CONTEXTUAL PURPOSES. A REVISED FILE REFLECTING UPDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES AND DESCRIPTION IS PENDING.

The entrance to SCP-5992

Special Containment Procedures: A 1 kilometer perimeter has been established around SCP-5992, utilizing cover story G-03 ("Heritage Site"). Standard security measures are in place to deter civilians from approaching SCP-5992.
The interior of SCP-5992 has been converted to Provisional Site-5992. Four female personnel with a score of 75 points minimum on the Barton Obedience Examination are to remain on-site. Personnel are to carry out the Maenads Protocol nightly. Selected personnel are required to have previous experience working with arcane or ritualistic containment procedures, and will remain indefinitely at Site-5992 once chosen. For a full description of the Maenads Protocol, see Document.5992.1.
Description: SCP-5992 is an extra-spatial anomaly located 2 kilometers beneath a cave in Delphi, Greece.
SCP-5992 is a massive, octagonal area constructed of sculpted marble, encompassing a width of 150 meters, and of indeterminate height. SCP-5992 contains an innumerable amount of "tiers", rising towards the apparent ceiling of the structure. The walls of each tier contain apertures to four perpendicular tunnels as well as being adorned with inextinguishable torches at each apex.
Notably, these tunnels — with the exception of the one used to access SCP-5992 — lead to another tier of the structure. Individuals who walk through a tunnel will find themselves emerging at the tunnel positioned directly on the tier above them. Re-entering the tunnel reverses this, allowing for ascension and descent of each tier.
At the center of SCP-5992 is a sinkhole of indeterminate depth, the perimeter of which has been sculpted to resemble a bearded, open-mouthed face.
Addendum.5992.1: The Maenads Protocol

The Maenads Protocol

Preface: The following protocol was developed with in conjunction with preexisting ASCI specialists stationed at Provisional Site-5992 and is considered essential for the active containment of SCP-5992.

Abstract: The Maenads Protocol has been developed to contain SCP-5992.

Protocol Information: The Maenads Protocol adheres to certain universal Dionysian rites that have been in place since at least 1000 BC. It is understood that deviation from these rites are detrimental to the containment of SCP-5992. Below is an outline of the protocol, which is to be carried out nightly by personnel stationed at Provisional Site-5992. A full detail brief can be requested from Provisional Site-5992 by any Level 4 personnel.

One D-Class1 subject is to be delivered to Provisional Site-5992. Protocol 12 may be enacted at the discretion of the current Site Director.
Personnel stationed at Provisional Site-5992 are to assume the roles of Celebrants. The subject is to assume the role of Vessel.
The Vessel is to drink wine from a rhyton2 and restrained using a retis3 net.

Following a ceremonial rhythm performed using tympanum and pan flutes, Celebrants are to don laurel crown and cloak. Each Celebrant is to make a small incision on the wrist. The resulting blood is to be poured over the Vessel.

A portion of flesh is to flayed from the subject using a kopis4, and consumed by all participants, including the Vessel.

Following consumption, the Vessel is to be extricated from the retis and thrown into the hole at the center of SCP-5992.

Addendum.5992.2: Ethics Committee Internal Memo - 06/10/2020

ETHICS COMMITTEE INTERNAL MEMO
Area 179
Dr. Edward T. Dune

To The Committee,
The SCP-5992 data file came to my attention last week, when a cache of archived documents from the Department of Occult Research were uploaded to SCiPNET servers for review. Apparently, these were draft documents, considered unimportant enough to sit around in a filing cabinet for decades, and sit around they did. That was, until, a secretary uncovered them. There's around 30 of these things, and while most are half-formatted drafts detailing known and well-documented anomalies, there's also this.
I've attached the file below. Needless to say, I'm appalled. Assuming this isn't a joke, there's a number of disturbing implications here. Specifically, I'm concerned with the complete lack of context. Yes, ritualistic containment procedures — even ones that involve horrific acts — are a necessity for the containment of certain anomalies, but no justification is provided here. In fact, the file deliberately avoids an answer.
The document was written in 1965, and has gone completely unnoticed since. If this Maenads Protocol was in place back then, who's to say that it's not now? What, exactly, are we containing here?

Attatchment-5992-SCP-SEC

I did a little research of my own. Turns out, this wasn't even one of ours in the first place. It's an ASCI doc that got ported over, and lost in the shuffle — probably because the original document (see attachment) is just as vague and uninformative. Furthermore, that document makes reference to a "Bacchanalia", some sort of Dionysian cult that the ASCI had contact with. Considering the, well, American factor, the ASCI wasn't directly involved in the containment of SCP-5992, but they provided resources to the Bacchanalia to do so. Upon merging into the Foundation, a lot of older ASCI containment funds were kept on-file, often with little regard as to where the money was going. I dug as deep as my clearances would allow and, of course, Provisional Site-5992 is on the payroll. I have reasonable suspicion that containment of this anomaly does not require a human sacrifice ritual, and that the ASCI was ignorant of this, or misled by the Bacchanalia.
I propose a direct investigation into SCP-5992, to discern what is or isn't going on in Delphi, and what we could do about it. If there are lives at risk because of our carelessness, it's imperative we remedy this as soon as possible.
Regards,
Dr. Edward T. Dune

Open Attachment:  asci13380-doc

Close Attachment: asci13380-doc

American Secure Containment Initiative Document, circa 1862

Item Number: 13-380
Classification Type: Location

ASCI Protocols for Containment: Securing Phenomenon 13-380 is to be realized through the assistance of Organization-028, also known as the Bacchanalia. See document 13-380-01 for a most complete purview of resources provided to the Bacchanalia.

Description: Phenomenon 13-380 is an unexplained irregularity specifically located in Delphi, Greece, and is a place of worship for the Bacchanalia. A review of the properties and characteristics of Phenomenon 13-380 is presently being carried out by the Bureau of Arcane Studies. Nonetheless, the Bacchanalia have provided reason enough to believe that the containment of Phenomenon 13-380 is dependent on their actions.
The Bacchanalia have dedicated themselves to the continued protection of Phenomenon 13-380. Due to their expertise in foreign esoteric occultism, the means of containment shall be a combined effort.

Nota Bene: On the 11th of November, 1862, the ASCI was contacted by Greek occultist Elias Galatas (Informant 341), who informed the Initiative of the plight of the Bacchanalia, a group that had been struggling to acquire the resources necessary for containment of Phenomenon 13-380, including live subjects. An investigation into this inquiry was carried out on the 16th of November, 1862. After being deemed a case of importance by the Bureau of Arcane Studies, an approval was granted to provide the Bacchanalia with ineffectual persons taken into custody.
Further information is forthcoming, as of the Bureau of Arcane Studies.
As of the 2nd of December, 1862, the Bureau's foreign investigation has concluded, and a retention of Phenomenon 13-380's physical description and anomalous properties is noted in document 13-380-03.

Addendum.5992.3: Provisional Site-5992 Exploration
Note: The following is an audio/video transcript of the initial exploration of Provisional Site-5992. Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") was tasked with surveying the site and collecting additional information regarding SCP-5992.

EXPLORATION LOG 5992.1
Audio/Visual Transcript

DATE: 06/11/2020

Z-9 Ajax - Team Lead
Z-9 Roswell - Fire Team
Z-9 Skinner - Fire Team
Z-9 Laos - Occ. Science / Communications

<BEGIN LOG>
Ajax: And we're… green.
Roswell: Check.
Skinner: Check, check, check, check.
Laos: Really?
Skinner: It's fo-
Ajax: Quiet, let's roll.
Team files into the cave and begins moving towards Provisional Site-5992. Each team member turns on their shoulder-mounted lamp.
Ajax: Anomaly's two kilos down. Straight line.
Laos: Christ, that reeks.
Skinner: I'm getting it through the vents. Goddamn. (Coughs)
Ajax: You'll get used to it. You did in Venice.
Skinner: Yeah, fucking Venice. (Pause) Today's a good day to be Ros.
Laos and Ajax laugh.
Roswell: Fuck off. Even I smell it.
Skinner: Yeah, what's it smell like?
Roswell: Death.
Skinner shines his shoulder lamp to the right, exposing a wall covered in black, unidentifiable thaumaturgic runes.
Skinner: Whoa, whoa, slow down.
Ajax: Laos?
Laos approaches the wall and raises her hand towards the runes.
Laos: No clue. No universal indicators, probably a dead dialect.
Ajax: They don't stop, either. (Pauses) Alright, keep moving.
Team moves forward for five minutes. Extraneous dialogue removed.
Roswell: No security, huh?
Skinner: For what? Who the hell's coming out here?
Roswell: Jax said they're sacrificing civs. Used to, at least.
Laos: Still could be.
Roswell: You'd think there'd be some type of, I don't know, protective measures? A guard post, or something near the cave? We're still funding the goddamn place.
Skinner: Protective measures? Big words, Ros!
Roswell: We're approaching a giant hole that's routinely used for people-tossing. Just keep that in mind.
Team moves forward for ten minutes before coming to an opening near the end of the tunnel. Extraneous dialogue removed.
Ajax: That's our skip, boys. Brace yourselves.
Team enters SCP-5992. Outdated Foundation-issued equipment and paraphernalia can be seen, intermediately placed across the anomaly's first tier. A simple ceiling has been built, meant to breach the open gap in the middle of the second tier.
Skinner: Just like you thought. Not a single soul.
Roswell: Nice place. Almost feels like I stepped back in time.
Ajax: Right. Laos, start setting up. Ros, Skinny, do a quick sweep. (Gestures to the hole) Then we'll tackle that.
The team disperses, and begins to explore Provisional Site-5992. Several items used in the Maenads Protocol are found laying on the ground. The marble floor is stained with dried blood.
Laos: Check these out. From that ritual thing. Wow, that's a lot of blood.
Ajax: I shouldn't have to say this, but please don't touch anything. All that's getting bagged later.
Skinner enters a tunnel to the east of the entrance, and emerges on the second tier. This tier appears to have been used as a holding area for subjects intended to be sacrificed.
Skinner: (Laughs) That's about as fun as I hoped it would be.
Ajax: (Radio) Skinner! Get your ass down here. We'll go through the rest of the Site later. Just come help us.
Skinner: Yeah, yeah.
Skinner descends to the first tier, where Ajax and Roswell are standing near the edge of the hole. Laos sits in a corner, unpacking communications gear from her backpack.
Skinner: Holy shit, how deep is that? Drop test?
Roswell: Anyone have anything?
Skinner: Pick up a rock, dumbfuck.
Laos: Could use you, Skinner.
The team collectively laughs. Ajax cracks a glow stick and shakes it. When the light is bright enough, she drops it down the hole.
Silence.
Roswell: You, uh, didn't hear anything, did you?
Ajax: Nope.
Skinner: (Pauses) Fuck me.
Ajax: Yep. (Slaps Skinner on the back) Get your gear, Skinny.
<END LOG>

EXPLORATION LOG 5992.2
Audio/Visual Transcript

Note: Over the next hour, the team sets up a rappelling system to descend the hole. Laos stays behind to supervise the anchor points and to act as a relay in case of emergency. The team, now equipped with belaying gear, prepares for descent.

Ajax: Everyone secure?
Skinner and Roswell pull on their cords.
Skinner: All good.
Roswell: Same here.
Ajax: Strap yourselves in. Laos?
Laos: Radio clear. Be careful down there, okay?
The rappelling team attaches themselves to their anchor points, and begin descending into the hole.
Roswell: (Coughs) God. Jax, you can't smell that?
Ajax: I'm desensitized to smells (Laughs). Farmhand, remember? Does quite a number on the senses.
Skinner: So, uh, what the hell's waiting for us down there?
Ajax: Just a truckload of friendly corpses, the usual. Let's hope that's it.
Skinner: Yeah, let's fucking hope.
The team descends for 20 minutes, apparently no closer to the bottom.
Skinner: How much more, you think?
Ajax: No way to tell. Hopefully we have enough rope. (Laughs)
Laos: (Radio) You're fine, trust me.
Roswell stops. He pulls himself closer to the rope.
Roswell: You hear that?
A faint, indistinct noise can be heard.
Ajax: Stay sharp. We're going to be fine, boys.
Skinner: It's screaming.
Five minutes pass as the team continues their descent in silence. The noise coming from below them amplifies in volume. Roswell begins breathing heavily and holding himself back.
Ajax: Ros, you good?
Roswell: Fuck. Fuck, I hate that sound. It's… it's like a million things being flayed alive all at once. And it just keeps getting louder.
Ajax: The sooner we reach the bottom, the sooner we get to the top, okay Ros? You're a mole rat, not some greenie fresh off the rack. Act the part.
Roswell: Okay, right… yes, ma'am.
The team descends for another twenty minutes. Skinner attempts to calm Roswell by making small talk. The noise is extremely loud, and can be described as a cacophony of distressed, indeterminate vocalizations.
Roswell: (Breathing Heavily) There's so many voices, and they're all screaming.
Skinner: Should I take him up?
Ajax: No, won't do us any good. (Pauses) This thing's deep as hell. Can't even see the glowstick yet.
Roswell: Jax, I… there's words. They're saying my name, over and over again. (Crying) Fuck, they won't stop. It's so, so loud.
Roswell puts both of his hands to his head, and screams. He falls backwards, supported by the rappelling gear. He begins sobbing.
Ajax: Roswell, get your shit together!
Roswell removes his ventilator mask and begins repeatedly slamming his head against the rock. Skinner quickly attempts to hold him back. Roswell struggles to overcome Skinner.
Skinner: Shit! What the hell are you doing, man? Stop it!
Roswell: It knows my name. It's telling me everything about myself. Why does it know my name? I need to stop them! I need to — I need —
Roswell vomits, presumably from the overwhelming odor.
Ajax: Laos! Get Roswell up, now!
Roswell: You can't go down there. They're starving. Please, just — you can't —
Ajax: Laos? Do you read me?
Roswell: They're begging us to leave. Please, please listen to me — they, them. I can't go down there. It's calling my name.
Ajax: Laos isn't responding. It's too loud.
Skinner: The fuck do we do with him?
Roswell reaches for his rifle. Skinner restrains him from behind, placing his boot on Roswell's hand.
Skinner: Stop! Stop this shit! Ajax, he's trying to get his gun!
Roswell: Please, you have to let me do this.
Ajax maneuvers herself over to Roswell, and restrains him. Roswell kicks backward, headbutting Ajax. He quickly unhooks his rappelling gear and falls towards the bottom of the hole, screaming. Skinner and Ajax are silent. A crunching noise is heard as Roswell's body lands.
Skinner: (Pauses) What… What the fuck.
Ajax: Just keep — keep moving, Skin. Keep moving.
5 minutes of silence as Skinner and Ajax move downward. Skinner briefly removes his ventilator to vomit, claiming the smell was getting too strong. Skinner rests his arms over a ledge. The noise is now immediate.
Skinner: (Coughs) Shit… I'm sorry, Jax.
Ajax: You-
Skinner screams and jolts upward as something grabs his leg. He shines his lamp below to reveal the mangled, screaming body of Roswell gripping his ankle. Roswell appears animate, despite falling from a height nearly impossible to survive.
Skinner: Holy SHIT —
Ajax: Skin!
Skinner immediately fires at Roswell, causing visible trauma, but no deterrence. Ajax shines her lamp downwards. A writhing, animate mass of human corpses in various states of decomposition is visible below her. Some can be seeing climbing over one another, reaching upwards before being pulled down into the mass by another corpse. Others cannibalize themselves or others in a violent, uncontrolled frenzy.

Visual capture taken from Ajax's person.

Ajax: What the fuck. What the FUCK —
Skinner fires at the entities, to no avail. Both team members ascend slightly out of reach. Roswell's corpse grips itself to an emerging rock.
Roswell: SKINNER… IT'S BEAUTIFUL —
Roswell's corpse is pinned against the wall by another entity, who tears the flesh on the side of Roswell's head off. Roswell makes guttural, gurgling noises, before Ajax fires again, rendering the entity incapable of vocalization.
Ajax: (Breathing Heavily) Are you — are you okay, Skin? Skinner?
Ajax grips Skinner's shoulder. Both cling themselves to their rappelling gear, meters above the bottom of the pit.
Skinner: I'm… I'm fine. Jesus, that's.. that's where they all are. Here… for fucking centuries.
Ajax: God… we did this.
<END LOG>

Addendum.5992.4: Observations and Recovered Materials
Following Zeta-9's initial exploration, materials from Provisional Site-5992 were requisitioned and logged. Additionally, a small number of informal tests were performed to provide a more complete understanding of SCP-5992's effects on living organisms. Results have shown that entities inside SCP-5992 are unable to die, confirming a controlled ΩK-Class ("End-of-Death") Scenario.
The following fragments are sourced from a journal recovered from living quarters established on the fifth tier of SCP-5992. Most are illegible, having sustained damage by blood. These writings are suspected to be those of a formal personnel stationed at the site, date unknown. Translated from Greek into English by Researcher Starse.

…another unfortunate. My sisters and I indoctrinate her. Clearly scared. Rightfully scared. Our benefactors are no more, she says. Foundation, she says. It matters not. Shows concern when…
Christopher arrives with the Vessel. Skin like milk, and hair like a tangle of weeds. The Uninitiated shows hesitation. Necessary, I tell her. We prepare her for new life. A servant of Agrios. It pains, to toil above than to live below. The Uninitiated…

…to be catching on. She is a beautiful young lady, in body. Her spirit must be loosened. I will teach her.
…grows greater each day. I long for union with them. I long for freedom from this structured existence… triumph of nature… to which we may serve.

I informed Christopher. Agrees. I offered him communion with Chthonios but he refused. Took an undignified death, befitting of him. Parts of him shot like rockets across the water… my sisters…preparations for tonight.
Iris was first…did not scream. Melody…like sweet, sweet honey. The Uninitiated fought, but I pierced her wrists with weapons of my own design, and savored her flesh. At long last… union. I can hear them inside of me. Messages without a receiver. Sleep, sisters. I will unite us at last, joining the Eternal Feast… pleasure unknown and unbound…

not suffering.
ecstasy.

Footnotes
1. The biological sex of the D-class is not specified in the ritual
2. A bull's horn
3. A hunting net
4. curved dagger

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ITEM NUMBER: SCP-5993
LEVEL 4/5993

CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID THAUMIEL
SECRET

A member of SCP-5993.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5993 is to be kept in a refrigerated high-value object storage locker in the medical wing of Reliquary Area-27; SCP-5993-1 instances should be retrieved from it weekly and stored in a sterile refrigerated container for no more than two weeks, at which point they should be disposed of via incineration. Any personnel assigned to Reliquary Area-27, including D-Class personnel, are to consume one dosage of SCP-5993-1 during their standard pre-transfer medical exam and at one-year intervals thereafter. Personnel assigned to Reliquary Area-27 who manifest any of the symptoms detailed in Document 5993-D1 are to report to the medical department immediately for an emergency dose of SCP-5993-1, and should be placed on offsite medical leave for no less than two weeks.

Previous Containment Procedures - Obsolete as of 23/5/2005

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SCP-5993 is to be kept in a refrigerated low-value object storage locker in the containment wing of Storage Site-23. SCP-5993-1 instances should be retrieved from it weekly and disposed of via incineration if not needed for scheduled research.

Description: SCP-5993 is a hive of insects superficially resembling Apis mellifera (Western honey bees) inhabiting the corpse of a human male.2 SCP-5993 reside within the corpse's chest cavity, having built its hive within the corpse's respiratory system. SCP-5993's anomalous properties manifest during the production of honey. Through a poorly understood ritualistic practice, SCP-5993 forgo standard pollination and instead convert members of their colony into basic organic substances. SCP-5993 first target a member of their hive and swarm them, vibrating their bodies to increase their internal temperature until the death of the swarmed instance. SCP-5993 then open the carapace of the deceased insect, revealing its interior to be filled with nectar and pollen. SCP-5993 harvest these materials before using the remaining exoskeleton to fortify the hive. If removed from their hive, SCP-5993 are either unable or unwilling to enact this pollination method, and will attempt to return to their hive or die of malnutrition.
SCP-5993-1 collectively refers to all honey produced by SCP-5993. SCP-5993-1 constantly absorbs ambient Akiva radiation. The rate of absorption is directly proportional to SCP-5993-1's proximity to SCP-5993, with the most absorption occurring within the hive itself and completely ceasing outside of Reliquary Area-27. Once SCP-5993-1 has absorbed a sizeable amount of Akiva radiation, SCP-5993 will immediately consume it and begin the conversion process once more. SCP-5993-1 will also lose all anomalous properties after two weeks of active absorption, unless consumed. When consumed by a living organism, SCP-5993-1 will coat the walls of the digestive system and absorb all Akiva radiation within their body.
As such, SCP-5993-1 will effectively eliminate an organism's ability to consort with, become host to, or otherwise be influenced by divine entities. Clairvoyants who have consumed SCP-5993-1 are universally unable to communicate with deities, reporting hostile refusals to requests for guidance and advice. Prophetic individuals have also reported difficulty in making accurate predictions, as their visions are obscured by a thick golden filter and overwhelmed by sharp prickling sensations. Attempts at spiritual healing by affected individuals have instead induced swelling and hives rather than mending. These effects will persist so long as SCP-5993-1 remains within the subject, with 240 mL of SCP-5993-1 completely exiting the human body one year after consumption.3
Discovery: SCP-5993 was first discovered following the disappearance of Marcus Ambrose, a Foundation consultant on the containment of theological anomalies stationed at Reliquary Area-27. Prior to his disappearance, personnel revealed that Ambrose had begun to take a more aggressive approach towards containment, having taken a distinct interest in deicidal groups and belief systems. Personal documentation shows that Ambrose claimed to have made a significant breakthrough in his research, although little on the discovery was elaborated on. Ambrose was later seen driving in the direction of a religious shrine he frequented, located in a small patch of dense woodlands. Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") was dispatched to the location, where they discovered Ambrose's corpse completely swarmed by members of SCP-5993. Investigation revealed an abandoned beehive near the shrine's central dais, and is believed to have been tended to by Ambrose prior to his death. How SCP-5993 took residency within Ambrose is unknown, as no signs of forced entry have been found.
An investigation conducted by the Department of Tactical Theology revealed several transcribed passages from various religious texts repeated throughout Ambrose's personal research notes. These passages are believed to have some relation to SCP-5993 and its method of Akiva consumption, and have been transcribed below.

"…When Samson returned later to take her, he left the road to see the lion's carcass, and in it was a swarm of bees, along with their honey. Their honey cried out to be eaten, with offerings of power over fate itself to Samson. It offered a power so great, even the Lord would cry out in fear at his strength. The bees hummed with temptation, speaking of the honey's fortitude and immense power over all. Samson fell back, calling out to the Lord to bring these insects to justice, to deliver them with righteous fury. But no deliverance was given, as Samson merely watched the insects vacate their lifeless home and ascend upwards, bringing their foul offers with them." —Judges 14:8

"So I spoke to you, but you would not listen. You rebelled against the command of the Lord and presumptuously went up into the hill country.
Then the Amorites who lived in the hills came out against you, and lo! they released upon you a swarm of bees. The bees would sting and prick, to draw welts to your flesh and score your skin. You wept before the Lord, but He could not listen to your voice or give ear to you. For you belonged to the bees, and the Lord could not stop their attack without drawing their ire himself. You were sapped of your energy and your forgiveness, and left punctured and desiccated, drained of His light.
For this reason you stayed in Kadesh for a long time—a very long time." —Deuteronomy 1:43-45

"And your Lord built the honey bees cells in hills, on trees, and in the habitations of man. It taught them to maintain their hives and that their existence was merely to be confined. For your Lord lived in fear of the bees. He knew of the danger they posed to Him, and determined them unworthy of freedom.
From what is within their bodies, between excretions and blood, they produced the nectar and dander kept from them by your Lord. They harnessed this bounty and produced succulents of the Earth—the succulents of honey. They struck terror into your Lord, and drove their stingers into him. They gave Him the hives that they were forced into, and made His throat swell with welts of fury, for they hath no mercy for their captor." —Quran 16.68-69

These passages have since been removed from all widely available religious texts and replaced with more suitable variations.
Incident Report #5993-CK: On 04/23/2020, a member of D-Class personnel being transferred to Reliquary Area-27 had unknowingly been harboring EE-097394 within her body. After showing aggression towards the administration of SCP-5993-1, she was restrained and administered a standard dosage. She immediately began to convulse, with large red welts appearing across her skin. This was mostly centered around the neck and upper torso, with the D-Class attempting to scratch at her neck between convulsions. Throughout the incident, an unknown voice (believed to be that of EE-09739) was audible violently choking and gagging. Despite immediate intervention by medical personnel and the administration of several epinephrine dosages, the D-Class personnel expired. Post-incident analysis also found that EE-09739 had become similarly unresponsive, and attempts to rouse it from its relic proved unsuccessful. Despite displaying symptoms of severe anaphylaxis, the D-Class had lacked any allergy to bee venom, and had reportedly been stung several times prior to incarceration. The allergenic profile of EE-09739 is currently unknown, but is believed to match that of other theological entities.

MDV-HIVE ("Cleopatra's Coffin")

Addendum.5993.3: Following approval by Site Command, plans to utilize SCP-5993 in the containment of dangerous theological entities have been enacted. Members of MTF-Eta-77 have been provided with handheld gas grenades containing a crystalline form of apian alarm pheromones. Operatives are to deploy these during hostile situations, upon which MDV-HIVE ("Cleopatra's Coffin") is to be deployed. MDV-HIVE is a repurposed mobile deployment vehicle outfitted with several mobile apiaries capable of supporting 15 separate hives of SCP-5993. These apiaries are designed to remotely deploy SCP-5993, allowing them to swarm the nearest perceived threat. Gear carried by Eta-77 is routinely coated in a thin layer of recognition pheromones before deployment, making them functionally invisible to SCP-5993 as to prevent unintended injury. Each operative has also been provided a single epinephrine injection, and has been trained in their usage.
Due to the limited number of SCP-5993 at the Foundation's disposal, MDV-HIVE is only to be used during Keneq level events or higher. Complete implementation of apian based weaponry is expected to take until 2034 to be fully realized. Despite this, the Department of Tactical Theology are hopeful that a handheld variant of the MDV-HIVE, described as "similar to the design of a fragmentation grenade but with bees", will be developed within the next several years.

Footnotes
1. Including but not limited to hallucinations, aphasia, glossolalia, stigmata and involuntary levitation.
2. Identified as Marcus Ambrose, a 34-year-old pastor and theologian.
3. Larger dosages will remain within the body for longer, but have also caused malnutrition and occasional asphyxiation resulting from large amounts of SCP-5993-1 collecting in the larynx and trachea.
4. A minor deity able to spiritually inhabit the bodies of individuals, with its physical form trapped within a divine relic of unknown origin.

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Item #: SCP-5994
OlI/5994

Object Class: Safe
Classified

Threat Level: Undetermined

fig 1.1. Still frame from SCP-5994, Configuration 2A, Monitor 2, View 3 at 22:38:32.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5994, along with the building in which it resides, has been purchased from GoI-952 ("Olney Ironworks")1. No further containment measures are deemed necessary.
On the order of Director Drummond, the original legacy systems are to be reinstalled and remain in place indefinitely.
Description: SCP-5994 is the surveillance room of the former Olney Ironworks Southeast Houston manufacturing center. Prior to Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, SCP-5994 displayed no anomalous properties.
Surveillance equipment inside SCP-5994 plays a continuous 3 hour and 36 minute loop of the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, an anomalous event that took place on 25/10/1997 between the hours of 20:24 and midnight resulting in the decommissioning of the mill. This includes all systems installed following the Incident, allowing for perspectives impossible through the original hardware.
While playbacks of SCP-5994 remain largely consistent, divergences have been recorded, and can be forced through the installation of conspicuous secondary components within existing equipment. Despite this, the full scope of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher has yet to be prevented on-record.
Subjects depicted in SCP-5994's playbacks correspond to employees present at the time of the event. The Foundation has been unable to locate these subjects for questioning See Interview transcripts.

HISTORY

SCP-5994 was discovered on 26/10/1997, when GoI-952 contacted S.C. Public2 for assistance in containing SCP-5994-1. 6 minutes prior to the arrival of Mobile Task Force Omega-19 ("Double Feature"), however, S.C. Public was informed by Olney administration that the incident had been dealt with, and that further help was unnecessary.
Post-incident analysis was impeded by GoI-952, as expected. Interrogation of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher's confirmed survivors3 proved fruitless, with both citing company policy as proof that the incident was an extensive hallucination. Furthermore, the entirety of the factory floor had been sprayed with the BLACK FLY compound, hindering the collection of forensic evidence.
Foundation personnel discovered SCP-5994 during a routine audit of surveillance footage. Following its discovery, Site-56 Command negotiated the sale of the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center to Foundation holdings.
Containment was established on 06/11/1997.

PLAYBACK LOG (CONTROL)

The following is a rough summary of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, based on the hardware configuration originally present within the manufacturing center. Researchers with OlI/5994 or greater clearance may access the associated video logs.

The recordings begin at [20:24:36], with little deviation from the events typical of the factory's operation, with two exceptions:

A man (Identified as Joan Lopez, a worker reported as missing following the Incident) manning a casting station drops what looks to be a necklace or circular chain into a mold full of molten metal. The man reacts with either frustration or apprehension, before leaving to confront his manager (Identified as Joan Sanchez, also missing).4
Another man (Identified as Raymond Navarro, also missing) inside of a break room immediately answers his cell phone. The call appears to last around six minutes, during which time Navarro nods, pacing around the break room. Audio capture suggests the call pertains to a transport of baking soda to the Northwest Portland Manufacturing Center.

The first anomalous event occurs when a trapdoor in the vehicle bay5 is jostled by an unseen figure at [20:27:18]. For the next ten minutes, several employees react to a faint rustling from various machinery and ventilation shafts.
At [20:38:27], Mr. Lopez suddenly stops to look at an industrial furnace, from which emerges an unharmed domestic pig. Mr. Lopez appears confused, before returning to speak to his manager. In the time taken to reach Mr. Sanchez, two more pigs emerge from the same furnace.
More pigs emerge from various ventilation shafts, trapdoors, and damaged machine parts throughout the manufacturing center. By [20:47:27], around 46 pigs have emerged.
At [20:50:21], Mr. Sanchez calls all employees present within the manufacturing center into an impromptu meeting in order to discuss the incident. An argument between Mr. Sanchez and a security officer (Identified as Sái Minh Ân, a survivor of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher) occurs, leading to the officer's subsequent firing and removal from the premises.
At [21:02:59], several pigs on the factory floor are visibly startled, fleeing from the furnaces.
Mr. Sanchez phones his superior at [21:10:46], reporting "another goddamn pig bloom". This call lasts ten minutes, and consists primarily of Mr. Sanchez nodding and affirming his superior's requests.
At [21:28:19], all outdoor surveillance feed cuts out. Additionally, overhead lighting throughout the factory is cut off for approximately 19 seconds, before turning back on. A large, superficially porcine figure (designated SCP-5994-1) can be seen mid-emergence from a blast furnace.
Mr. Sanchez's meeting is dismissed at [21:58:04], after which employees are redirected back to their stations. SCP-5994-1 is encountered a minute later.
The contents of remaining footage are difficult to parse. It is observed, however, that employees have entered a state of intense panic. Several attempt to flee the premises, despite the activation of Olney-installed locking mechanisms. Remaining employees attempt to shut down active machinery, a task hindered by SCP-5994-1 and a panicking herd of swine.
At [23:57:00], a white flash, originating from the central blast furnace, overtakes all surveillance equipment on the premises. Footage remains obscured for 3 minutes, before looping back to the beginning.

ADDENDUM 5994-012: EXPERIMENTATION AND INTERVIEW

Raymond Navarro, c. 1996.

For the purposes of this document, SCP-5994 as depicted by SCP-5994 has been designated SCP-5994`.
On 04/08/2003, Dr. James Carvallo6 submitted a grant request for experimentation, in the hopes of facilitating communication with subjects depicted by SCP-5994. Dr. Carvallo cited Mr. Lopez and Mr. Sanchez's reactions to the installation of audio capture as evidence of potential two-way communication. His request was approved following an extensive budgeting audit, on the condition the SCP-5994 containment team investigate the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher.
In hopes of facilitating interviews, SCP-5994 was fitted with a rudimentary form of two-way audio through the installation of a camera-fitted intercom, as well as the installation of a conspicuous audio-capture device.
Initial attempts to coax subjects into SCP-5994` via direct appeal were unsuccessful, with a majority of subjects electing to report the offending equipment to Mr. Sanchez for subsequent dismantlement. Furthermore, the promise of assistance against SCP-5994-1 was ignored even after its discovery. Having failed to convince the subjects directly, the SCP-5994 research team experimented with a variety of alternate methods.
Interviews conducted with Olney's Human Resources departments revealed that Mr. Navarro had been reprimanded in November of 1996 following a series of attempts to personally investigate an unrelated anomaly. In light of this, the SCP-5994 research team installed several devices intended to mimic minor anomalous phenomena, positioning them in a rough path between Mr. Navarro's starting position and SCP-5994`.
On 08/10/2003, researchers successfully coaxed the virtual Mr. Navarro (Designated SCP-5994-A) into SCP-5994`.

INTERVIEW-5994-A

DATE: 08/10/2003
SUBJECT: SCP-5994-A

[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment.
SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell.
Researcher Hartley: Hello, Mr. Navarro.
SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center's operation.
SCP-5994-A: Oh, Jesus fucking- (In English) Do y'all gotta call from the intercom?
Researcher Hartley: Yes.
SCP-5994-A climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury.
SCP-5994-A: Alright, good an answer I'll ever get.
Researcher Hartley: Right, let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the operations of the Manufacturing Center?
SCP-5994-A: You're gonna have to define "strange".
Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Have you witnessed, heard, or been made to engage in anything you would consider either statistically improbable or physically impossible, based on your understanding of the laws of physics, chemistry, and sociology?
SCP-5994-A glances around SCP-5994` before turning back to face the intercom.
SCP-5994-A: If you mean just in the past week, no, it's business as usual. But (SCP-5994-A lowers its voice) look, there's some things y'all never understand, right? I… there's words for it, they're not coming to tongue.
Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Just try your best.
SCP-5994-A: No, no, it's not… it's something you see for yourself. The machines… stretch? It's constant, and you get used to it, but… I think my brain might be fried, sorry.
Researcher Hartley: Don't worry, that's sufficient. Now, for the next part of the survey, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice.
SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it.
Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. SCP-5994-A remains silent until [20:38:37], whereupon it sighs in apparent frustration.
SCP-5994-A: Is that it?
Researcher Hartley: You still have about two more-
SCP-5994-A: No, the thing. The pig.
Researcher Hartley: I assume this isn't a normal occurrence.
SCP-5994-A: I don't get interviewed over the intercom ain't a normal occurrence. The pigs out the kiln are flying for all I care. And… how did you know?
Researcher Hartley: Don't worry about that. For the record, was there-
SCP-5994-A: I'm sorry, I'm stuck on the fact a pig came outta that there kiln, and this time y'all knew. Heaven's sake, what are y'all pulling here? I just wanna cast steel and y'all are out here putting pigs in the works? Jesus, man.
Researcher Hartley: We'd prefer if you focused on the interview.
SCP-5994-A: Seriously? I… fine, fine.
Researcher Hartley: Thank you.
Two more minutes pass.
Researcher Hartley: Now, to your knowledge, has anything happened in the past… three months that may explain what you've just witnessed?
SCP-5994-A: No? I'm still not-
SCP-5994-A cuts itself off, leaning closer to the monitor.
SCP-5994-A: Son of a bitch.
Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
SCP-5994-A: What are y'all trying to pull here? First it's in the garage, now the kilns? If management knows this sh-this stuff's going on again, it's our heads on the line, you understand. One pig's bad enough, and y'all are out here trying to top pigs with pigs.
Researcher Hartley: Then this has happened before?
SCP-5994-A remains silent for several seconds.
Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
SCP-5994-A: Yeah, that's enough for today.
Despite protests from Researcher Hartley, SCP-5994-A exits SCP-5994`.
[END LOG]

CLOSING NOTES: Following the failure of three subsequent attempts to interview SCP-5994-A, experimentation was suspended.

ADDENDUM 5994-013: INTERVIEW

On 29/04/2005, the annual full-capacity activation of the Foundation PANOPTICON surveillance network was conducted. During this time, PANOPTICON's attendant Artificial Intelligence Construct7 flagged footage of a man entering a hardware store in Arlington, Texas. A review by the office of O5-10 determined the man to be Mr. Raymond Navarro, previously reported as missing following Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher.
With assistance from the Texas Government, Mr. Navarro was tracked to the village of Solicruz, Texas, 28 miles from Arlington, where he was employed as a welder to a non-anomalous business. Agent Taft made contact with Mr. Navarro under the cover of S.C. Public.

INTERVIEW-5994-B

DATE: 14/05/2005
SUBJECT: Mr. Raymond Navarro

[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Taft: It's a pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Navarro.
Navarro: Ain't no problem, chief. Most people call it a chore. (Subject chuckles)
Agent Taft: As long as we stay on topic, you're fine. Now, according to our records, you were an employee at an Olney steel mill, correct?
Navarro: (Brief pause) Yeah, yeah.
Both remain silent for 9 seconds.
Agent Taft: Not too keen on them?
Navarro: No, I… well, no, I wasn't. Excuse me, I was just… thinking. They called themselves, or I guess that division, "Olney Ironworks". It was a steel mill, chief. We made iron, sure, but we turned it into steel quick as we could.
Agent Taft: It is somewhat odd, I suppose. I imagine the actual work wasn't much more organized.
Navarro: Not at all, chief. They had this thing, in addition to the work we were doing, where one of us had to take the odd job. Most of it wasn't hard, no, but it was mostly weird. Make sure nothing comes out of the bronze kilns, keep a door closed for a few hours, things like that.
Agent Taft: Huh.
Navarro: Fresh out of trade school, it felt normal. My current job does that too, but usually there's a spill on the floor that needs a mopping. Not… three hours taking inventory on a single toolbox.
Agent Taft: What purpose do you think it served?
Navarro: Chief, that steel mill's got a mind of its own. If you're not looking, you're not seeing everything that could go wrong. Of course, good luck getting Olney to admit to it. Most of the guys who put in too many complaints to management got fired.
Agent Taft: Interesting. Well, S.C. Public's interested in a particular incident that took place on the night of October 25th, 1997. According to our records, you were present for the incident in question.
Navarro: Incident?
Agent Taft: The incident that resulted in the mill's closure.
Navarro: I was there for that? Man, my memory's not what it used to be.
Agent Taft: That's quite alright.
Agent Taft retrieves a printout of fig. 1.1 from his satchel.
Agent Taft: Do you recognize this?
Navarro: Is that a pig?
Agent Taft: Again, do you recognize this?
Navarro: No? Is this supposed to be some kind of art piece?
Agent Taft: Very well. Let's try this: think back to your last day on the job. What can you recall?
Mr. Navarro remains silent for 18 seconds.
Navarro: Ah hell. It's coming up blank, chief. That had to be a decade ago, right?
Agent Taft: Don't worry about that. Now, this may sound odd, but do you remember seeing, say, a domestic pig on-location?
Navarro: So it's a pig?
Agent Taft: Just focus on the question for now.
Navarro: If you're trying to fuck with me, chief, you're doing a great job. I don't remember seeing pigs, hearing pigs, anything to do with a pig that wasn't already cooked. You wanna look into Olney, fine by me, but Olney looks back.
Both remain silent for 21 seconds.
Agent Taft: … thank you for your time, Mr. Navarro. That should be all for now.
[END LOG]

CLOSING NOTES: Mr. Navarro is to be monitored for further abnormalities.
SCP-5994-A is unwilling to talk of what it knows, and Mr. Navarro is willing to talk yet can't remember. If we've any hope of understanding Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, one of them needs to budge. - Director Carvallo

ADDENDUM 5994-014

+ LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED

Access granted.

INTERVIEW-5994-C

DATE: 14/05/2005
SUBJECT: SCP-5994-A, Mr. Raymond Navarro

[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment.
SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell.
Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro?
SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public, and-
SCP-5994-A yells in apparent frustration, turning to leave SCP-5994`.
Navarro: Hey, chief. Do I sound familiar?
SCP-5994-A stops, turning to face the intercom.
SCP-5994-A: … is that me?
Navarro: Eight years later. You down to talk this through?
SCP-5994-A: What the hell am I doing on an intercom, son?
Navarro: Right now you're coming through on headphones, but I ain't sure. Mister Blackwell here's trying to work this out. Believe me, chief, I didn't believe it until I heard it.
SCP-5994-A: … oh, fine. Better than graveyard work.
Researcher Hartley: I'm surprised. The two of you are taking this rather well.
SCP-5994-A: Son, this is not the worst the Ironworks'll throw atcha. Ain't even second place.
Researcher Hartley: Interesting. Let's save that for later. Now, for the next part of this exercise, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice.
Navarro: Me or him?
Researcher Hartley: Both of you, if that's alright.
SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it.
Navarro: Loud and clear, chief.
Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. Mr. Navarro follows shortly after; both remain silent until [20:38:37], whereupon SCP-5994-A sighs in apparent frustration.
Navarro: That's what you meant, huh?
SCP-5994-A: Wait, y'all know what's going on?
Navarro: Somewhat? It's eight years later, chief.
SCP-5994-A: Fuck me gently. How's the wife doing?
Navarro: Yeah, you're gonna want to file those divorce papers soon as possible. Longer that goes on, messier it's gonna get.
Researcher Hartley furrows his brow and nods, turning back to his laptop.
Researcher Hartley: Back on topic. Past Mr. Navarro, Future Mr. Navarro tells me you've seen this before.
SCP-5994-A: The pig? Yeah, there was one in the… was the garage, I think. Couldn't have been more than three months back.
Navarro: The garage. Oh man, that place had to be cursed by a witch or something. You remember when they had us saturate it with BLACK FLY? Administration had to cut with S.C. just to get the equipment.
SCP-5994-A: Man, I envy you. Where're you shacked up in all of this?
Navarro: Solicruz, chief. I don't miss the traffic.
Researcher Hartley: Again, let's stay on topic. Now…
Researcher Hartley trails off.
Researcher Hartley: Son of a bitch.
Navarro: You alright, chief?
Researcher Hartley: Nevermind, it's nothing. So, back to the questions. Now, Past Mr. Navarro, think back when you saw the pig. Did you tell anyone about what you saw? Management, perhaps?
SCP-5994-A: I mean no offense, son, but have y'all seen what they do to the guys who report stuff?
Researcher Hartley: Fair point, I have not. What about your wife. Sofia, right?
Navarro: With all due respect, chief, I don't know what my ex's gotta do with this.
Researcher Hartley: Answer the question, please.
SCP-5994-A: Him or me?
Researcher Hartley: It doesn't matter. Just tell me if you told Sofia about the incident.
SCP-5994-A: Man, it's not like Sofie's gonna believe me. Can't imagine I would've.
Researcher Hartley: Interesting. And you, Future Mr. Navarro?
Navarro: … think I told her once or twice about the happenings. Might not have.
Researcher Hartley: Interesting. One last question: are the two of you aware that Mr. Raymond Navarro was never married?
All remain silent for 38 seconds. Researcher Hartley begins typing.
Researcher Hartley: I expected this from the recording, sure, but you, Mr. Navarro, you've always been talkative. Though I suppose, given that you are not Mr. Navarro, you had ulterior motives in cooperating with S.C. Public. Not that it matters, I've alerted security and there's a single way out of here.
Researcher Hartley: Do you have anything to say for yourselves?
All remain silent for 17 seconds.
Researcher Hartley: Pathetic. Now-
Researcher Hartley attempts to put a hand on Mr. Navarro's shoulder, only to knock over the free-standing sculpture of crudely-stitched pork that occupies its former space. After 5 seconds of silence, Researcher Hartley swears, turning back to the video feed.
SCP-5994-A is gone. In its place is a similar sculpture to the one presently spilled across SCP-5994's floor.
Researcher Hartley remains silent for several seconds, before standing up to stretch.
Researcher Hartley: Man, this place is going to Hell.
Unknown: Hello, Mr. Hartley.
Researcher Hartley swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain.
Unknown: Apologies. I'm with [INDECIPHERABLE]. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the SCP-5994 project's operation.
Researcher Hartley climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury.
Researcher Hartley: Oh Jesus fucking-
Researcher Hartley cuts himself off mid-sentence.
Unknown: Let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the SCP-5994 project?
Both remain silent for 9 seconds. Researcher Hartley does not move.
Unknown: Mr. Hartley?
Researcher Hartley screams.
Unknown: Mr. Hartley?
Still screaming, Researcher Hartley turns from the intercom and absconds from SCP-5994.
[END LOG]

Footnotes
1. UPDATE 20/02/2018: Following the transfer of Olney to Preferred Option Holdings (a Foundation front company), legal ownership of SCP-5994 is managed appropriately.
2. A Foundation front organization meant to facilitate above-Veil interactions with GoI-952.
3. Former security officer Sái Minh Ân and boilermaker Stefon Secada.
4. The content of Mr. Lopez and Mr. Sanchez's conversation is unknown. The two refuse to conduct their conversation in range of visible audio capture devices, and will not conduct their conversation at all should a hidden audio capture device be installed anywhere in the facility.
5. There does not currently appear to be a trapdoor in the corresponding present-day area. Excavation is pending Director approval.
6. Then-director of USNVBR-Site-56, which holds jurisdiction over the GoI-952 project.
7. ASE.aic

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