Item #: SCP-5247
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All media coverage of SCP-5247 is to be suppressed or discredited. All witnesses of SCP-5247 events are to be amnesticized.
The area in which SCP-5247 currently resides has been sequestered from the rest of Normandy Isles, Florida. Entry into the civilian household in which SCP-5247 currently resides is prohibited.
Efforts are to be made to relocate SCP-5247's current vector.
Description: SCP-5247 refers to the formation of wind columns near Wellington, Florida. These columns create sounds that are similar to music produced by an ocarina.1 Estimated wind speed ranges from a minimum of 132 kilometers per hour2 to 274 kilometers per hour.3
SCP-5247 is spontaneous in nature, and the method through which it is produced remains unknown.
Addendum-5247: Discovery
SCP-5247 was initially discovered in Palm Beach Community College, Lake Worth, Florida after it sufficiently damaged the window structures as to blow them open.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 4/21/2014
NOTE: The following recording was obtained via a CCTV camera installed in the classroom.

[BEGIN LOG]
11:24: The students arrive and take their seats. The professor enters shortly after and begins the lecture.
11:44: A wind strikes the windows, shaking them. The wind loses speed for several minutes.
11:49: The wind blows again, stronger, snapping the window's locks off and blowing them inwards, startling everyone in the classroom. The wind centralizes itself around student Amy Wyneer, blowing her hair with enough force to untie it. Despite the intensity of the winds, Amy remains unharmed, and the winds do not affect the other students.
The first recorded instance of SCP-5247's "music" can be heard. Moments later, rose petals arc through the window in a cylindrical pattern and scatter around Amy, landing on her, the carpet, and on her desk. A soft clinking sound can be heard.
SCP-5247 disappears and the winds cease.
11:53: Amy picks through the rose petals and finds a ring. She wipes her eye and sniffles. She clenches her hand on the ring, quickly places her materials in her backpack and excuses herself from the classroom.

[END LOG]

An audio sample of SCP-5247's music has been appended below. All background noise has been edited out.

Addendum-5247-2:
SCP-5247 has been spotted in Lake Worth National Park, Florida. Video transcript added below.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 3/21/2015
NOTE: Video footage is taken from CCTV cameras installed in public park.

[BEGIN LOG]
14:27: Amy Wyneer is seen stepping into view from the side. She meets William Greggs and greets him with an embrace. They sit down on a bench nearby and begin talking.
14:34: Partway through the conversation, Greggs gestures to a ring on her finger. She shakes her head and speaks, gesturing to the ring. She looks to the ground, stroking it. Greggs put a hand on her shoulder. She looks to him and smiles. She places a hand over his. The wind begins blowing. They continue talking.
14:37: Wyneer begins weeping and Greggs comforts her. The wind gains speed. She leans over and sobs on Greggs' shoulder. The wind pushes Greggs to the ground. A harsh whistling can be heard. Wyneers leaps from the bench and yells at SCP-5247. She forcefully removes the ring from her finger and throws it into the grass.
SCP-5247's winds gradually slow before ceasing. Wyneer helps Greggs off the ground and they embrace.

[END LOG]

Addendum-5247-3:
SCP-5247 activities ceased on March 21st, 2015, before resuming on February 14th, 2019. Despite this period of silence, SCP-5247 is presumed to have followed Amy Wyneer for the next four years.
Video log added below.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 2/14/2019
NOTE: The following video footage was obtained via CCTV cameras in the restaurant Sushi Ray, Boca Raton, Florida.

[BEGIN LOG]
19:24: The restaurant is filled to near capacity with patrons. Amy Wyneer arrives with civilian male, William Greggs. The hostess seats them at a table near the entrance and they order their meals and drinks.
19:42: Their meals arrive and they begin eating.
19:54: They finish their meal.
20:14: Most of the patrons have left. Greggs retrieves a small black ring box from his coat and opens it, presenting a diamond ring. Amy gasps, smiles, then begins sobbing. She slowly reaches for it.
20:15: The front windows shatter inwards and SCP-5247's high speed winds topple decorations, furniture, utensils and dishes to the ground. They blow the box from Greggs' hand and knock him to the ground. As he struggles to get back up, SCP-5247 rapidly moves to the chandelier above him and rattles it, pulling it free from the ceiling.
20:16: Wyneer gets up and pushes Greggs out of the way, with the chandelier landing on her instead. This results in her death. A loud, lingering screech can be heard. SCP-5247 rapidly loses wind speed and dissipates.

[END LOG]
Closing Statement:
As of Addendum-5247-3, all SCP-5247 activities have once again ceased completely.

Addendum-5247-4:
After the events of Addendum-5247-3, Foundation personnel were deployed to assist in cleanup efforts as well as to amnesticize witnesses of the event. However, moments before they could arrive at the restaurant, SCP-5247 re-appeared, scattered debris and retrieved Amy Wyneer's body, lifting it with high-speed winds.
From there, witnesses across Wellington, Florida reported hearing SCP-5247's music as it transported Amy Wyneer's body to its current location.
The new song is previously unheard. Audio file has been added below.

It brought the corpse to a house addressed under 8787, Forward March Drive and carried the body inside. All attempts at entering the house have resulted in aggressive responses from SCP-5247.
Further investigation reveals that the house was once under the co-ownership of Amy Wyneer and musician Charles Wyneer.

Footnotes
1. A woodwind instrument with a mouthpiece that extends from the body and four to twelve finger holes.
2. Approximately the speed of a Category 1 hurricane.
3. Approximately the speed of a Category 5 hurricane.

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Item#: 5249

Level2

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
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Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
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Andrew O'Malley

Special Containment Procedures

Foundation covert agents are to maintain the guise that SCP-5249 is a public performance. Due to the nature of its anomalous effects, no further containment protocols are necessary.
Foundation surveillance has confirmed that Andrew O'Malley is only anomalous one day each year for approximately three minutes. As such, his detainment has been deemed unnecessary.

Description

SCP-5249 is a phenomenon surrounding Andrew O'Malley.A street performer in Rutherford, New Jersey who is regarded in high esteem due to the skill he demonstrates when playing the guitar.. Every year on January 3rd, O'Malley exits his home and proceeds to Lincoln Park, wherein he will sit on the park bench closest to the amphitheater and play a song. O'Malley is capable of manipulating trace amounts of his local Humes while playing.According to O'Malley's testimony as well as Foundation observation, this manipulation is purely subconscious. He cannot manipulate reality outside of the circumstances that cause SCP-5249-1 to manifest..
The song, titled 'Kai', is presumably a unique composition that was written by O'Malley. Physical and verbal interaction with O'Malley is impossible for the duration of this song due to his relatively low Hume levels compared to his surroundings.
At the conclusion of the song, an apparition in the form of a human infant, designated SCP-5249-1, will manifest, typically in O'Malley's lap. SCP-5249-1 remains corporeal for approximately one hour before demanifesting, at which point O'Malley will return to his normal routine.

Discovery

SCP-5249 did not come to the Foundation's attention until 2021. A spike in local Hume levels in the Colombia Memorial Hospital located in Hudson, New York, warranted an investigation. Upon discovering the source of the spike, Andrew O'Malley was surveyed over the course of three years in order to determine the full extent of his anomalous abilities.

2021 observation

O'Malley performs his composition. There is a woman present who accompanies the song with vocals. Both appear greatly distressed.
Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. O'Malley appears to express elation. The woman, later confirmed to be his wife, Julia, expresses greater distress.
Judging by the body language he uses, O'Malley argues with the woman. SCP-5249-1 experiences distress until demanifesting.
O'Malley and the woman cease arguing and embrace.

2022 observation

O'Malley performs his composition. Woman is present, but does not sing. She appears pregnant.
Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. O'Malley and the woman embrace it briefly. The woman backs away, leaving O'Malley to hold SCP-5249-1 alone.
O'Malley attempts to converse with the woman but is unsuccessful. The woman leaves.
O'Malley experiences emotional distress. SCP-5249-1 laughs and tries to grab his shirt. SCP-5249-1 demanifests.

2023 observation

O'Malley performs his composition. The woman is absent.
Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. Judging by it shifting its attention between O'Malley and the environment, the entity is confused.
SCP-5249-1 begins crying. O'Malley cries.
SCP-5249-1 demanifests.

Lyrics

Foundation Researcher Umar Hadid was able to converse with O'Malley during an SCP-5249-1 manifestation. O'Malley refused to answer any questions regarding SCP-5249-1 and instead offered him a sheet of music. After being screened for cognitohazardous elements, the note was deemed safe to include in this document.

Oh Kai, my sweet child
You never knew the world.
You were barely a child when you were taken from me.
And now I'm here alone.
Oh my child.
Oh my child.
How I would have loved to hear you laugh.

Following this incident, O'Malley ceased performing for approximately two years, temporarily neutralizing SCP-5249 and SCP-5249-1. He began performing again in 2025. At his next performance, he was seen accompanied by his wife and a female child approximately 18 months of age.

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Act I: The Lake South, the Deer North - Popsioak

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Recipe Number: SCP-5250
Ease of Preparation: Keter Safe

You think of this photo as such a nice place to chow down on a big bowl of SCP-5250. Even the deer's left some tracks, so you can tell where you shouldn't be going or looking.

Special Cooking Procedures: Growing up in rural Michigan, nothing blocked out the cold like a big bowl of your Mama's special SCP-5250. Now, you know some people would say there are a thousand and one ways to make SCP-5250, but they'd be worse off than the deer trapped beneath the ice. You sigh, as you've forgotten how to cook it. It's been so long. Thankfully, you've got the recipe right here! How convenient.

One lake in rural Michigan.

One five-meter tall security fence.

Two armed guards.1

A dash of sound dampening equipment.

How did you forget? It's a pretty simple recipe all in all. Now, you recall, there's just a couple of things to avoid when making this.

You are never, ever to step on the ice. No matter what that silly deer is doing, don't try and help him. He'll be fine.

If you're not sharing a recipe, don't share anything! That crazy old deer will hear you.

No writing, unless it's a recipe. If he can't read the document, you know he can't get out.

Only use the second person. No first-person, no passive voice, no third person.

Description: To cook a splendid dish like SCP-5250, you first take the lake by the cabin as a base. Add in an unceasing appetite, the lake's edges opening up like the gaping jaws of a deepsea fish. Crack open two sheets of ice, by accidentally tossing a spoon onto it. Remember not to stare deep, deep down into its depths, because what is in there is not human, no matter how much it may cry. You are not to fall down into its hole. You are not to look down there. You are not to feed it with what tapestry of yourself you have weaved in your mind.
Apply three pints of a taste that appears similar to what you used to feel when you swallowed five chili peppers whole. The fire within almost calls, reaches out to you. The heat and warmth make you feel more comfortable. You will need heavy amounts of seasoning with its umami flavor — it's not as if it can understand taste, eating, or anything of remotely related to it. It is safe, whatever it is — it is most certainly not a lake, you frown. Being one would've been… beneficial, you think, as the water would help with the sheer amount of spice you add in, which even the most resilient chef would scoff at.

What a silly deer, you laugh.

What it did with who it took is still unknown to you. But the dish is still missing something, you think. It'd be hard for you to think of exactly what, seeing as you're quite… poor in the culinary department.
Add in the deer for a bit of a zesty kick. Taste it, just to ensure you've added enough salt. The taste is a familiar one. It reminds you of the woods behind your house. Where you used to go and creep amongst the bushes and trees, and pretend that you were a hunter on the prowl. It is strange being on the other side of that now, to be the one breathing silently, eyes in the back of your head. Silly deer, you think, so concerned about the exact location of whoever talks about it. Toss SCP-5250 with two salad forks, then mix with a ladle, to disorient the deer.
Pouring in the liquid now into the large bowl, you laugh, as its lame leg trails behind it like a shriveled corpse — it's not as if it could follow you. Or at least, it couldn't yesterday, you think. Today it is fine. But it will not be the day after. Then the cycle repeats. Or are you just too stupid to actually recognize it solely being injured or not? But you ignore the deer — the mere thought of it or talking about it in any way but this is purely hazardous, because it will find you. Then, like a tempest whipped up in a frothy sea, it will not let go of you as you cycle down its gyre. Whisk, gently at first, then quickly, to prevent the liquid and these thoughts from settling. See if the liquid within the bowl will connect in a paper-thin strand, like melted cheese. If not, then continue to whisk, as the lake and deer are definitely connected. But — why can't you simply do it on your first time?
Wash your hands, then continue. Preheat your oven, and take out your colander. Ignore the lake's calls, and let them drain through the colander's holes. Ignore the fact that anything that falls down into its depths is immediately taken to some place beyond. Ignore it all. The bubbling stream is all you should focus on, with its soft, gentle calls, repelling that of the siren's song.
SCP-5250 wasn't thought of by you, not like you could. You're always of the mind that your grandma made it, as a secret family recipe, even if you don't have one. Nor are you always the same you. However, you find SCP-5250 pairs well with the same cabin from the lake you always think of, and cheese. The charcuterie board is made of the same wood that the cabin, built in 1999 was. It was owned by two men, a Mr. Josephus Dryadre, and a Mr. Neil Williams. Both of them are deceased, having died of natural causes in 2000. A shame, you tell yourself, as you remove the dish from the oven with an oven mitt. Plate the dish well, ensuring that all the elements are equally presented, in a way that is mysterious, familiar, and brand-new, all at once. It's a difficult task — are you sure you're even ready for it?
After all of that, you're done cooking up a likely amazing stew of SCP-5250! The aromatic, delectable aura of the dish you've made reminds you somewhat of home. Of you, even. But ignore that as well — the smell tickling your nostrils must not be given mind. You've done better than you thought you could.
You're aware that it took testing for the cabin, the deer, and this beautifully plated bowl of SCP-5250 to be reclassified as Safe after you discovered the appropriate way to talk about them, which took you too long to find, you incompetent wreck. Below, you've decided to attach some relevant documentation. You know, to add a little more spice to the recipe, and ensure that future cooks-in-training can serve up a dish just as decadent and spectacular as yours should be! One that the lake, and the deer, are both allergic to. They may as well be illiterate — they hardly can understand what a good recipe is.

Addenda

You have done some tests with SCP-5250, adjusting ingredients here and there, and seeing what would happen if you tasted what came out of it. Below, you can find the results, future chefs!

Actions
Helpful Ingredients
Result

Stepping into the lake.
Snowshoes, to help pad out his weight.
You saw him slipping under the ice. Despite this, you could still see their heat signature for a little bit.

Getting a computer to write about the deer, then reading what there is.
Your trusty keyboard.
The deer didn't notice. How delightful.

Looking at the deer.
A pair of binoculars.
The deer wants you to keep on coming.

Attempting to kill the deer.
Some fiery gunpowder, and two .45 caliber bullets with earthy undertones.
A disappointing presentation, as the deer was completely fine.

Preparing a nice beef jambalaya.
A pinch of salt, some vision blocking goggles, thermal imaging systems, and infrared sensors.
The lake didn't quite like that. You weren't supposed to see what lies beneath.

Waiting.
A sprinkling of nothing.
The wind blows. The lake is hungry.

In the cabin, when you and the others first came, you found a journal with some entries written by Mr. Dryadre. In the cabin, there was not much else, except for a gun found near the door. You decide to attach the journals below, with approval from your Site Director. It is not as if there is much else you can do. You are stuck, in the snow that rages outside. The deer seemed interesting to him, him being one of the guards outside. Start your stove, set it to simmer.

January 20th, 1999
I enjoy that what I can see right now is exactly what I have pictured in my mind. The fire is crackling, Neil is snoring his ass off, and I am writing this. We finish work on the cabin tomorrow. It's hard work, but Neil has been able to offer some minor reassurances.

He was talking to fur traders a ways back. Managed to procure us cured meats to last almost two months, so we shall not run low on supplies. I admit I had some… choice words for him when I found what he'd traded for it, but I suppose it doesn't matter now. It is not as if I'd need the damn thing now that we plan to live up here.

- J.D.

You revise your recipes, awaiting orders. The snow is picking up. There's nothing you really can do, but wait. Cooking is the only escape, really, but you're thankful the cabin's got quite the apparatus.
But you're a bit full, aren't you? Having eaten so much of that SCP-5250. It's really filling, and the sort of flavor you'd only get by accidentally biting down on your own tongue. It's a strange flavor, certainly, but nothing too strange. Perhaps a bit familiar, really.
You sit and think. Think about deer. Their webs of antlers. Their majestic look. They seem quite trustworthy, don't they? A buck, proud and noble ruler of the woods, would not hesitate to help you out. So why did you leave the one out on the ice? You quickly shake your head. The recipe told you so, Junior Researcher. You open your computer, staring at a smiling photo of yourself. You close it. Must conserve your battery. Garnish with bits and pieces of thought.

January 27th, 1999.
Neil has developed a taste for fish. He's been spending his time ice fishing in the small pond out back. He's spent an awful lot of time back there, after he said a bear had eaten our supplies. An unfortunate start to our new life, but that's quite ok.

I asked him to stay close to me in bed tonight. He agreed, though mentioned he'd been getting splinters. Granted, what we have isn't much of a bed, but I suppose it'd have to do. He talked about what he'd caught. It wasn't a lot. Just a boot. A really old one. I'm surprised others have been up here, but I guess the stream can bring anything.

I worry about him sometimes. Probably too much. It's hard not to, though. He's a bit too trusting.

- J.D.

The snow picks up even further. The wind's howling outside your walls. You look at the bookshelf of the cabin. Empty. You open your computer — nearly dead. You don't recognize the person on your screensaver, nor do you remember your password. You shrug. That's alright, it's not like you'd have connection up here. Add in two teaspoons of sugar.

February 1st, 1999.

We're running low on food. Neil went out into the woods yesterday. Came back this morning. I never struck him as much of a mountain man, but I can't deny the grizzled look was a bit attractive.

He'd said that he'd managed to shoot a deer outside our cabin last night, but he couldn't go out onto the ice to get it. That it was too risky. Which, of course, I believed. He then told me that he'd kill it tomorrow.

Only, I'm a bit of a light sleeper. I heard no gunshots yesterday. Neil's never been much of a liar. Was the first to defend me and actually wanted us to come up here when the town got angry. He's never lied to me before.

I'm worried about him. There's a storm brewing, and he seems to only want to keep getting food.

- J.D.

The guards outside are gone. You're not quite sure where they went, but you think they may have left before the winds started to pick up. Joke's on them — you've got food, you've got the recipe book you found, and you've got warmth.

February 14th, 1999.

The deer's not dead. The storm has picked up lately. Neil isn't himself, still trying to fish. He's not doing it as much, which I suppose is a bit better than how often he was doing it. I tapped him a couple of times last week. It took him a bit to come to. Perhaps some of the herbs are hallucinogenic, or something else. Who knows?

I asked him to stay close in bed again tonight. He just looked at me and.. told me I was thinking about what he had said. Or something like that. Then turned around. I don't think he realized what it was today.

He didn't even say anything besides that.

- J.D.

You feel the deer. It comes closer. And you want to go closer to it. You can reason with the deer some. It's a lot like you, isn't it? Wounded, worried, and just trying to survive out there on the ice. You're quite surprised the thing's managed to survive this long. It's a big buck though, must be hardy. It'd make for some good venison stew, if you managed to kill the thing. Perhaps you'd try later. Let sit for 30 minutes.

February 25th, 1999.

Neil has been lying to me. I would well, leave him, but the storm's… outside still.

I suppose the storm's a bit of an excuse. I don't really want to. I'm still doing what we used to, going through the motions, but I found the meats we'd traded for. Hidden under the floorboards. And Neil keeps telling me that I wondered how he'd found them, even though I did that. Not him.

I don't sleep so well. He doesn't even sleep with me anymore, and the snow's starting to break into the cabin. It's too cold. He hasn't eaten in days either, and I'm afraid he's going to starve.

I hear hooves sometimes outside my window, but when I turn, there's nothing there.

- J.D.

You shot it. The ground rumbled and the deer flailed, and went under the ice. What an awful coincidence. You lost your food, and an earthquake. You sigh. Whatever the lake is, it's hungry. It doesn't eat normally. You know as much — that's why you're writing like this in the first place. Does it even know how people normally eat? It's only tipped off when you talk about it without using "you." So this… starves it somewhat. But it knows you're here. Add 2 cups of you.

I believe he is dead. I don't know when I'm writing this. I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't at all. The deer isn't dead. It's completely fine. I saw him step out onto the pond to kill it, and it— he— well, fell in. Just like that. And the deer did too. And then the deer came back up. It was wounded and then it was fine. And the deer sounded fine. And he didn't come back up. And I'm—

He was a lying bastard. But he was my lying bastard.

- J.D.

You walked over to the lake today. The deer had returned. In the small hole, perfect for one to ice fish in, you look down. And you almost want to jump in. But you don't. You feel like it's drawing you, it's calling you, as if it's a part of you you've lost. How awful, awful it is you and the lake must be without each other, how awful it is you and the deer must be without each other. How great it would be to go walk over and join the deer.
However, you are cold. It would be so warm, to kill the deer and steal its pelt. But it doesn't have a pelt. It's not quite itself, just like you aren't yourself. As if you were staring at it through a dirty mirror. As if you were being reflected within a dirty mirror. Stir in a pinch of self-doubt.

The traders have been coming by, every three days or so, to give me food. I'd be dead without them. Guess they took pity on me. But, they've gone now. Haven't come by in a week or so. It's hard to tell, because it's so dark outside. I have to block out the windows, because of all the snow, and the holes that something punched through. Looks like a gun, but I don't know.

I hear a knock at the door. Maybe it's them.
- J.D.

IT WAS NOT THEM IT WAS A DEER

THE DEER SOUNDED LIKE A MAN. THE DEER SOUNDED LIKE THEM.

I HEARD IT SAY HELP ME. I AM STUCK. THERE WERE TWO MORE HOLES IN THE ICE. THE POND IS BIGGER.

I SAW THE DEER ENTER THEIR MOUTHS. THEN IT LEFT. THEN THEY WENT INTO THE DEER'S MOUTH, AND BOTH WENT INTO THE ICE.

WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO YOU DO

Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. There are noises outside your cabin. Then nothing. Then a phone rings, but the phone is outside. It is the guard's phone. They're back! How great for you. But the guard doesn't answer. Nothing does. And then you notice the ringing comes and goes with the clip and clop. Cook for 40 seconds on high heat.

You have been waiting, silent, for three days now. You can only tell the passage of time via the birds. Crows and owls at night, sparrows at morning. The tapping is there. You hope Neil is here.

Wait.

You hear a knock.

Maybe it is Neil.

You recognize there are no more journal entries. Disappointing, because perhaps you'd know what the deer is. However, your thermal imagery has shown that the deer leads under the ice. Its hoof connects to a thin, thin strand, which leads to a large familiar mass waiting patiently underwater. It rings. It clips. It clops. It cries out to be heard, for it is hungry.
Your computer manages to eke out a single bar of connection from the car, which is running on its last legs. You can hear something stabbing it, running upon its hood, destroying it down to its last metal bits, before a loud splash can be heard. Then you lose your connection. But it was enough time to send the document through, at least. You can remember, at least, that part of you.
But, you are stuck. The snow is bearing down on your cabin. You write this for your future chefs.
There is a knock at the door. You have your gun ready, locked and loaded to fire. Maybe you are being rescued. But you're hungry, so so hungry, and you want to cook up another bowl of SCP-5250. A nice, creamy, warm and steaming bowl of SCP-5250 stew. The lake feels like that, like one big pot of it.
So maybe deep down, you hope it is the deer. Maybe it is you at the door. Maybe. You open it, and —
Voila. Your dish is finished.

Footnotes
1. For freshness, make sure to switch these out frequently.

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Item #: SCP-5252
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the operative zone of SCP-5252 remaining immobile, Area-5252 encompasses SCP-5252, its known range of travel, and a one kilometer buffer zone.
The four meter tall barrier is constructed of 5 centimeter diameter galvanized steel bars spaced 14.5 centimeters apart to allow for passage of snow in the event of an avalanche. Solid concrete shelters for personnel must be accessible at all times. No alterations or additions to land, flora, or fauna are permitted. All Foundation members are to undergo training protocol BSC-5252 to minimize damage to the area before being assigned to Area-5252. (Revision as of 10/23/20██. See Addendum-3, Incident Report-5252-2).
Description: SCP-5252 is an approximately two meter tall humanoid entity of indeterminate race and gender which carries an oil lantern. Reported details regarding its appearance are sparse and unclear. SCP-5252 travels at will by unknown means throughout a 26.3 square kilometer section of land located in the central region of Nepal, within the Himalayan mountains. The area includes a remote mountain pass, numerous hiking trails, and a local village.
A pattern of injuries, thefts, and disappearances has been attributed to SCP-5252. Most often seen on adjacent peaks or trails moving along at a walking pace, sightings of this entity date back in local records to 1435, but oral tradition puts the potential first emergence of SCP-5252 within the 12th century. Instances of this entity coming into closer range of observers are primarily during inclement weather.
Reports indicate that lone or paired climbers, who become lost, often mistake it for a Sherpa or rescuer and follow the entity back to the trail head. SCP-5252 has only been observed as a dark outline of a tall humanoid figure. SCP-5252 stays several meters ahead of the observer and does not respond to verbal commands or inquiries, regardless of the language spoken.
Once the observed figure reaches the trail head, it will stop and wait for the hiker(s) to catch up to it. Survivors report that the brightness of the lantern makes any details of the figure indistinguishable, but a dark hand is held out, open palm, to the lone or nearest human. If the individual fails to present SCP-5252 with an item, it will take an object by force or inflict non-lethal injury. No deaths have yet been attributed to SCP-5252. (Revision as of 10/13/20██. See Addendum-1.)
Sightings and encounters with SCP-5252 have been found to be increasing in conjunction with rising numbers of tourists in the area.

Addendum-1
During Foundation operations to gather intelligence on SCP-5252 within the village, an incident involving two tourist hikers occurred 10/13/20██. One survivor and one local serving as a Sherpa were taken into Foundation custody and interviewed. Determining the facts of the event and entity motivations considered top priority by Dr. Clarke, assigned head researcher for SCP-5252 and Area-5252.

+ Interview Log-5252-3

- Showing Interview Log 5252-3

Interviewed: Andrew J. Wilson, from incident reported 10/13/20██.
Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252.
<Begin Log, 10 hours post discovery by patrolling Foundation security, after receiving emergency medical attention from Foundation physicians.>
Dr. Clarke: How're you feeling, Mr. Wilson?
Wilson: They gave me some good stuff so I'm not feeling much. Will this take long? I'd like to go home.
Dr. Clarke: We'll try to keep things brief, but we need honest answers from you.
Wilson: …I'll do my best. [ sounds of wet coughing ]
Dr. Clarke: Once you started along the [REDACTED] portion of the pass, what do you remember?
Wilson: We were just hiking, making good time. We were set to make the next peak by evening. But all of a sudden, the weather started to turn. So we started to head back.
Dr. Clarke: Did anything seem out of the ordinary?
Wilson: Like what?
Dr. Clarke: I don't hike much, so I wouldn't know.
Wilson: [ short pause ] Nothing. We were a bit worried might lose our way. Visibility was dropping quick, but nothing weird. Not until that… thing showed up.
Dr. Clarke: What “thing” do you mean?
Wilson: I thought it was our Sherpa at first, coming to find us. It had a lantern and was walking ahead of us, so we followed it back.
Dr. Clarke: What happened once you reached the trail head?
[ A silence of several seconds followed by a rattling sigh. ]
Wilson: That thing, whatever it was, held its hand out.
Dr. Clarke: You called it a thing. Are you sure it wasn't just a person?
Wilson: I don't know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't a person. And its eyes…
Dr. Clarke: What about its eyes?
Wilson: When it took him. I couldn't see anything because of how damn bright that light was. But when it grabbed him, the light went out. And I saw two glowing eyes for just a second. Before Bill started screaming.
Dr. Clarke: What do you mean that it took him?
Wilson: I couldn't see Bill behind me. The locals warned me to give it something. I turned to get something out of my pocket- not sure what I was planning on grabbing. But before I could stop him, Bill went at it with his machete.
[ Sounds of forceful and prolonged coughing. Dr. Clarke's notes here that Wilson's primary facial wound was becoming exacerbated. They chose to cut the interview shorter than initially planned. Less vital questions were omitted to curb excessive blood loss of the victim.]
Dr. Clarke: What was the machete for?
Wilson: Oh, um. Just protection.
Dr. Clarke: From what?
Wilson: Big cats mostly…
Dr. Clarke: Sure.
Wilson: …
Dr. Clarke: How did you come by your injuries?
Wilson: Like I told those doctors, it happened so fast. I think it hit me when it grabbed Bill. It felt like a fucking sledgehammer with claws. [ Several seconds of silence pass. ] Am I going to be okay?
Dr. Clarke: We've stabilized you. You should be fine, but you'll most likely require a good deal of reconstructive surgery. I'd also recommend seeking out an ocularist if you wish.
Wilson: [ sounds of Wilson thickly swallowing, followed by sniffling ] Did you guys find Bill yet?
Dr. Clarke: Not yet, but we're looking.
Wilson: We should have never come here.
<End Log>
Post-interview note by Dr. Clarke: "██ days after the incident, William "Bill" ██████████ was found approximately 5 kilometers from the initial point of contact with SCP-5252. Cause of death was determined to be exposure. This information has been temporarily withheld from the subject due to risk of shock and possible memory loss."

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Interviewed: Bibek Adhikari, hired guide involved in incident reported on 10/13/20██.
Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252.
<Begin Log, 11 hours post discovery by patrolling foundation security, after completion of interview with Andrew J. Wilson.>
Dr. Clarke: Thank you for coming in, Mr. Adhikari. Are you sure you don't want us to bring in a translator?
Adhikari: No, English is okay.
Dr. Clarke: We haven't encountered many English speakers in your village.
Adhikari: Yes, there are not many. I needed to learn, to work with the tourists.
Dr. Clarke: Have you worked with many hikers and climbers?
Adhikari: Yes, since I was a young man.
Dr. Clarke: Why did Mr. Wilson and Mr. ██████████ come to Nepal?
Adhikari: They told me they wanted to hike the Himalayas and see the land.
Dr. Clarke: Was there anything in particular they wanted to see?
Adhikari: Some of the peaks. And the forest near my village.
Dr. Clarke: Did anything out of the ordinary happen?
Adhikari: They lied to me.
Dr. Clarke: They lied to you?
Adhikari: Yes.
Dr. Clarke: How so?
Adhikari: They said they wanted to hike. Admire the land. But they wanted to take it from us.
Dr. Clarke: They wanted to take your land? Did they tell you that?
Adhikari: They did not need to. Both men had a Chhura1 with them. They tried to hide them, but I saw.
Dr. Clarke: What did you think they were for?
Adhikari: To cut the trees.
Dr. Clarke: Cut them down?
Adhikari: No, no. Marking the best areas to come back to later. With their lumber company. Our land, our trees, our people; they are not for sale.
Dr. Clarke: So what did you do? Did you harm them?
Adhikari: I did no harm. I returned home without them. The mountain would take care of it. They must leave. And you must leave.
Dr. Clarke: Not right now. We still have some questions-
Adhikari: No, I am going to return home. You should as well.
Dr. Clarke: Alright, Mr. Adhikari. We'll continue this interview another time.
Adhikari: Speaking with me will not help you. If you wish to know more about land, and what resides within it, you need to speak to the Jaḍāna2.
Dr. Clarke: Who is that?
[ Sounds of a metal chair scraping across a floor, followed by fading footsteps. ]
Dr. Clarke: Mr. Adhikari, wait. We're not finished here.
The interviewee attempted to leave the Foundation outpost and refused to respond to any further inquires from Foundation staff. He was allowed to return, but is being kept under surveillance until further notice.
<End Log>

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Addendum-2
All Foundation containment activities are to be put on hold until reauthorization is given. Further investigation into SCP-5252 is ongoing.

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10/21/20██
Containment Unit-3, posted 0.3 kilometers outside the ██████ village. Causalities and injuries consisted of:

2 construction personnel killed, 5 injured.
3 security personnel killed

One surviving Foundation member, Security Officer Renee S. Peterson, gave her account of the incident as she was lucid but unable to be moved from the infirmary at the time of her statement.
<Begin Audio File>
"Operations and surveys in the areas hadn't been going smoothly. The planning markers for the containing wall were in and the construction team was felling a few trees that were in the way.
We had only been out there about an hour. I clocked the time about ████ a.m., but I knew we were going be out there for the next several hours. Containment implementation is being sped up since that civilian death they documented last week.
One of the locals came up to us. He had a couple of books or journals in his arms and he was babbling. Scared the shit out of me when he ran up. He just kept talking louder and louder. Most of the crew was getting uncomfortable. We didn't have a translator with us so I pointed back to the village to ask him to leave. I had no idea what he wanted. He did try to shove one of those books into my hands. I had one of the other security guys escort him off. Wasn't in the mood to deal with that shit.
I was trying to keep eyes on every member of the team, but between the foliage and the distance across the work site, I lost line of sight on a few. One of the furthest guys, to my 3 o' clock, started screaming. And then he just stopped. The crew started panicking and all I could see was this blur between the trees. They were dropping like flies and there was so much blood.
I didn't want to risk shooting one of my men, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. It was too fast. After just a minute or two, I was the only one left. Then I saw it. Tall, dark, carrying a bright light. I didn't get a good look before it… smacked my gun out of my hands. The last thing I remember is being thrown to the ground. The eyes too. Like the sun."
<End Audio File>
After partial amputation of three fingers of her left hand and full amputation of her dominant (right) arm above the elbow, S.O. Peterson has been medically discharged from duty.

32 hours after the incident on 10/21/20██, the individual referred to as the "Jaḍāna" by Mr. Adhikari was located by investigation agents and brought in for questioning by Dr. Clarke

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Interviewed: Sang Acharya, a young man referred to as the "Jaḍāna" and a resident of the ██████ village.
Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Clarke: Thank you so much for coming in, Mr. Acharya. I'm sure you have some idea of why you're here.
Sang Acharya: Please, just call me Sang. And yes, I know why. You need answers and you hope to get them from me.
Dr. Clarke: We've spoken to a few of the people from your village and all of them have mentioned you. I'm hoping you can help us. What can you tell us about this entity?
Sang Acharya: Entity?
Dr. Clarke: Something attacked those hikers. And my colleagues. We need to know everything you know.
Sang Acharya: The ones that were tearing apart the forest by our village? You're with them?
Dr. Clarke: Yes, but we're not here to do harm.
Sang Acharya: I'm sorry, but I have nothing for you. Nothing to tell you. You need to leave. Now!
Dr. Clarke: We can't leave and we need your hel-
Sang Acharya: No! You people are making things worse for us. If you continue on this path you'll destroy everything.
Dr. Clarke: Please Sang, I don't want to see anyone else die.
Sang Acharya: They died because of you.
Dr. Clarke: We made a mistake and we want to correct it.
Sang Acharya: You fail to understand It or anything about this place.
Dr. Clarke: Yes, but we want to. Please help me understand. I truly want to. [ Dr. Clarke's voice becomes low and soft. Gain on the audio from his microphone has been digitally enhanced slightly. ]
Sang Acharya: [ The interviewee pauses and places his head in his hands for several seconds. ] Why?
Dr. Clarke: They weren't just my colleagues. Some of them were my friends, or as close to friends as you get in my job. Also, I'm a researcher. I have no interest in the timber, the land, or anything material. I just want knowledge. Please, Sang.
[ Several moments of silence follow. ]
Sang Acharya: You truly mean that.
Dr. Clarke: Very much so.
Sang Acharya: Alright, I'll share what I know with you. Come to my home tomorrow and I will allow you to study the texts and journals. Even make copies. The Jaḍāna that came before me have left behind a wealth of information. My own book my even hold some value to you. Maybe once you have this knowledge, you'll be wise enough to understand why it's best to leave things be.
Dr. Clarke: I'll need to bring a team in with me. For my safety and yours.
Sang Acharya: Fine, but tread lightly.
Dr. Clarke: Naturally.
<End Log>

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Addendum-3

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10/23/20██
SCP-5252 was engaged by Foundation staff during operations to create a more permanent base within the ██████ village and interview a person of interest. During the ensuing combat, a fire ignited on the exterior of a civilian home. Due to most structures in the area being composed of highly flammable materials such as wood and straw, as well as inadequate firefighting equipment, destruction of the village was virtually total and resulted in massive casualties of both locals and Foundation members. Analysis of the scene showed an overturned hanging lantern as the source of the fire. Torn material lodged in the edge of the lantern housing was found to be the same as that of a Foundation security uniform vest.
A Foundation forensic team determined the cause of the fire to be accidental, but ultimately puts the Foundation partially at fault.

A fire-damaged, leather-bound journal was recovered from the wreckage of a civilian home by Dr. Clarke and translated from Nepalese. Legible pages include the following:

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05/29/20██
Ita came to me this morning with a gift for the Spirit. Even so young, my sister understands the importance of our connection with the land and It. It warms me to know I've served as a good example to her. Since this is her first offering, I'm hoping the Spirit accepts it. I'm concerned though that It will leave a rock behind, no matter how “pretty and shiny” Ita insists it is. Like me, she fell in love with the mountain, the animals, the trees on our walks. I do wish she wouldn't load the pockets of her skirt with stones every outing though.
Regardless, I have a lovely new paperweight that, I agree, is “even prettier and shinier”.

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04/30/20██
Mother was kind enough to leave me supper on the table for when I returned from the mountain. Despite it being Springtime, the snow is thick on the trails and passes. I came home half frozen long after the sun had set. My convening with the Spirit has paid off though. It spoke of a productive farming season all through Autumn. The offerings last year must have been enough to make up for most of the damage done by the tourists.

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05/14/20██
I woke last night to a light by my window. A visit to the village from the Spirit has only happened a few times since the death of my predecessor. She taught me so much over the years, but my knowledge can only do so much and I miss her guidance. The Spirit is a strange thing and nothing I've been taught is certain. I'm not sure the reason for this, but It's restless.
~
Ita left another one of her precious stones out on her windowsill for the Spirit. That silly girl called It here by marking the wall of the house. I should never have showed her the offering symbol. Thankfully, I can see the light heading out of the village, back to the mountain. It must be satisfied with Its gift. Still, It's been more active. This makes me nervous, but only time will tell what it means.

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06/07/20██
More and more foreigners are coming to the mountain the past several years. The land is starting to wear down and be altered. They come in, go where they wish, do what they wish, and leave their unwanted rubbish behind with us. The Spirit is growing restless. It still appears to me and the people of my village in aid, but I fear what may happen if this disrespect is allowed to continue.
10/13/20██
I must convene with the elders and insist we begin to limit tourist permits. Before something far worse comes to pass. A visiting foreigner lost his life to the Mountain and his friend nearly so. I saw for myself that the Spirit put out his eye, but he will live to tell what happened. Hopefully that will dissuade some.
Bibek confided in me that he suspected the men were sent by a lumber company. He doesn't wish to work as a Sherpa any longer. I respect his choice. I'm not sure those men deserved what happened to them, but It doesn't suffer fools.

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10/15/20██
A large group of strange people came to the village. They seem to be trying to pass as curious tourists or scientists looking to research the land, but something is not quite right. I can sense the agitation of the Spirit. I plan to visit the mountain tonight and see if it will speak with me. It has been more and more quiet as the damage has been done.
~
I've returned home from the peak and my heart is filled with terror. The Spirit wouldn't speak with me. It wouldn't even show itself. This is a terrible omen of things to come, I fear.
10/21/20██
I knew this would end in bloodshed and death. A group of the outsiders were wiped from the mountain, just outside the village, along with a few of our people. No one permitted them to build anywhere near our land.
I attempted to speak with one of their leaders just before the attack. She sent me away like I was an ignorant child getting in the way of their work. The Spirit marked me before my family even did.3 Even after all these years the soot still has not faded. My connection with It is still strong. Yet they question me.
The Spirit still will not speak with me, but I will not give up. I must prove to It my people still respect and care for our land and one another. These strangers will not heed my warnings either. Between It and them, one will bend to the other. And I fear what will happen if this conflict truly comes to bear.

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Addendum-4
Attempts to locate Sang Acharya, the author of the journal, have been unsuccessful. Security personnel followed human tracks from the found journal for nearly 4 kilometers, heading towards the nearest mountain peak, before the trail became impassable. A torn piece of parchment, identical to the makeup of the journal previously referenced, was found near the wreckage of the village.

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Researchers studying this case note here that the handwriting of this particular entry appears to be rushed and made by a shaking hand. The parchment is marred with a substance shown by testing to be a mixture of human blood and oil-based soot.

Everything is gone. My people are all dead or scattered to the nearest villages for refuge. Most of the foreigners who came here are gone. Dead or run away. The Spirit has provided so much and now it has taken everything. The village has burned to the ground. My mother and father, along with my brother and baby sister, have perished. There's absolutely nothing left for me here. My only path is to travel up the mountain and hope to convene with the Spirit one last time before I give myself to the land.

Sightings of a second iteration of SCP-5252, henceforth referred to as SCP-5252-A, have been sighted alongside SCP-5252 and documented by security personnel.

Footnotes
1. Chhura (छूरा) - A common Nepalese term for blade or knife.
2. "Jaḍāna"(जडान) - Nepalese for connection. Used in this instance as a proper noun or title by the interviewee.
3. Traditionally, Nepalese mothers stay secluded in a dark room for several days after the birth. 5-7 days after birth, a newborn's eyes are outlined with gajal (soot from an oil lamp and butter), and its forehead marked with a black tika. This is a ceremony to formally welcome the child into the family.

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Rodinia, the hypothetical supercontinent involved in SCP-5253

Item #: SCP-5253
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-POSE is to monitor both academic and informal publications for any keywords matching SCP-5253. Embedded elements in academia and national governments are to prevent investigations of known Precambrian strata and suppress any individuals aware of SCP-5253.
Update: No further expeditions to the oceanic abysses are to be undertaken without notifying the SCP-5253 research team.
Description: SCP-5253 is an infohazardous theory surrounding the primary causes of the Cambrian explosion.
Due to its nature, specific details of SCP-5253 are dangerous to identify. Known safe details include:

The existence of advanced metazoan oceanic life prior to 1,200 Mya
The colonization of the hypothetical supercontinent Rodinia by this life
A large migration of life into the crust (and possibly the mantle) around 700 Mya
The complete extinction of all non-migrated life in 650-700 Mya
A massive tectonic event releasing the crust life back to the ocean
The evolution of this life into the known Cambrian forms

Consideration and acceptance of the SCP-5253 as valid currently appears to be the trigger for further anomalous effects.
Study of D-Class and affected civilians shows a variety of effects. In the majority of cases, the subject eventually dies of instantaneous conversion of their blood and cerebrospinal fluid to seawater, followed by massive hemorrhaging. The seawater contains a high concentration of extinct protozoa and microbes. Upon expulsion from the body, the life forms in the water rapidly divide and grow into larger and larger forms of prehistoric marine animal life that attempt to collectively move towards a single direction. Testing has shown that all movement is directed towards the Atacama Trench in the Pacific Ocean; investigation of the extrapolated location has revealed no abnormalities.
Study of these life forms in containment shows them to progress through various phyla before reaching a final, radially symmetric body plan. These organisms typically resemble eels or worms in composition, and have multiple shells, eyes and mouths. Over 75 varieties have been documented, each with specialized adaptations also seen in nonanomalous Cambrian life.
Addendum 5253-01: Number of recorded SCP-5253 victims: approximately 2000. On 2019/17/03, a gold mining team in Brazil reportedly encountered a 'strange fossil' in an unexplored tunnel. When the miners viewed the fossil, deep-sea worms, lampreys, and molluscs spontaneously erupted indiscriminately from their tissues and orifices. One miner collapsed the tunnel, destroying the fossil and terminating most of the remaining miners.
The unaffected miners and converted anomalies were amnesticized and contained, respectively. The contained specimens continued to vocalize until their expiration. Investigation of the situation revealed that the owner of the mine was aware of SCP-5253; he has not yet been recovered.
Addendum 5253-02: Number of recorded victims of SCP-5253 now exceeds 10,000. On 2024/03/02, a large tremor in the Atacama Trench was detected, corresponding to a higher-than-usual metabolism in the 0.5 kilometer thick layer of living metazoan tissue beneath the sediment floor. Seismographic measurements confirm the formation of an eye or analogous structure near the thickest part of the layer.

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Item #: SCP-5254
Object Class: Keter

An SCP-5254 instance (left; staring directly at camera) in the process of transformation.

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents are to work with local authorities to limit the sale of memorabilia, costumes and novelty items during events that feature fictional characters belonging to The Pokémon Company. A public ban on the adornment of Pokémon-related accessories will be imposed on festivals and mass gatherings, including (but not limited to) face-masks, hats, coloured make-up and full-bodied onesies.
A special task force of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") is to be deployed at future events to neutralise SCP-5254 instances that manifest in public spaces.
Further efforts will be made to disrupt The Pokémon Company's global marketing and promotional infrastructure, with embedded agents discrediting the franchise's popularity on social media, video game websites and within religious communities.
Description: SCP-5254 refers to the anomalous transformation of a humanoid or object into one of 980 fictional creatures designed by The Pokémon Company. The transformation event occurs upon prolonged, extensive adornment of fashion accessories and other pieces of clothing that specifically resemble a creature's anatomy.
Post-mortem dissections of SCP-5254 instances have shown the transformation event to be fatal to most organic life-forms, physically transmuting synthetic components (like cotton and plastic composites) into flesh, muscle tissue and other bodily fluids comprised of foreign DNA, to the point the original entity's genetic make-up is unrecognisable.
The cause of an SCP-5254 transformation event is currently unknown. The rate of transformation appears co-related to how closely the human subject resembles the original creature's design, as to the proximity and number of individuals wearing Pokémon-related garb.
Discovery: In 2019, during the annual Pikachu Outbreak! festival in Yokohama, Japan, eyewitness reports show a Pikachu mascot behaving erratically during the street parade segment.
Mobile phone footage uploaded to social media shows a large crowd on both sides of the street adorned with Pikachu-themed hats, yellow face-masks and electric-shaped tails fastened to their backs.
A column of Pikachu mascots is observed dancing down the street to the beat of the music, when one of the mascots breaks formation and collides head-first into the crowd. At least fifteen other SCP-5254 transformation events follow soon after, resulting in the lockdown and evacuation of the Minatomirai district, along with a request to the Foundation to apprehend and neutralize SCP-5254 instances at large.
Multiple injuries were reported by the local municipal government, with victims suffering blunt force trauma and severe electrical burns.

ABRIDGED TEST LOGS

Foreword: After the incident in Yokohama, multiple D-class were outfitted with Pokémon-themed memorabilia in a controlled environment:

#
Variable
Effect

1
Pokémon Pikachu Big Face with Ears Hat.
No discernible effect.

2
Pokemon Detective Pikachu Cosplay Mask Latex
No discernible effect. D-class reportedly says, "This is stupid."; reprimanded.

9
D'BOON Adult Onesie Pikachu Animal Pajamas.
Researchers repeatedly ask how the D-class is feeling; D-class turns aggressive. Results inconclusive.

17
Two D-class dressed in Pikachu onesies, four meters apart.
Tingling sensation reported in arms and legs, akin to pins-and-needles.

19
Four D-class dressed in Pikachu onesies, holding hands.
Severe migraines reported, as well as throbbing pain in the cranium and lower jowls of the face. Dull aches reported in the area of the lower back, near the tailbone. Portions of skin turned a shade of mustard yellow.

45
All prior variables. D-class personnel screened for affiliation to Pokémon-related content: one owned a copy of Pokémon Yellow when he was 12; another possessed a Level 40 account on the popular app, Pokémon GO.
Muscle-spasms reported along the extent of spines. One D-class complained of tightness in her chest before coughing up tufts of yellow fur. Another physically recoiled upon physical contact, citing high levels of static electricity.

Test #125: D-class in a Pikachu mascot costume with blonde wig and replica of Thor's hammer. No effect.

Afterword: Removal of memorabilia or cosmetic items does not appear to reverse the effects of SCP-5254. A total of 56 D-class were lost to various stages of transformation events before testing was suspended, citing possible breaches to the Site's security and power-grid.
It appears that affinity to the Pokémon brand amplifies SCP-5254's effects.

ACCESSED CORRESPONDANCE

Preface: The following transcripts were taken from The Pokémon Company's web-servers after the incident in Yokohama, detailing correspondence between the various stakeholders of the Pokémon franchise. Note: These emails have been mainly translated from Japanese.

From: 君島 達己 (Kimishima Tatsumi), CEO, Nintendo
To: 石原恒和さん (Tsunekazu Ishihara), CEO, The Pokémon Company
Date: 13/04/2017
Do not ask questions. If this "Ser Viper" wants manpower for his project, give it to him. Our society will not miss these burakumin1.
He (whoever he claims to be) may be charging us a small fortune, but at least he seems genuinely interested in bringing our creations to life.

From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company
To: 君島 達己さん, CEO, Nintendo
Date: 23/10/2017
Tuesday will mark the fifth visit by the Fukushima Orphanage to our headquarters. I told the press it's part of our global outreach programme to spread the joy of Pokémon to rest of the world.
Early results have been positive. I should have a specimen to show you the next time we meet in Tokyo. Your daughter likes Eevee, yes?

From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company
To: 君島 達己さん, CEO, Nintendo
Date: 15/12/2017
Play anytime, anywhere, with anyone. Yes, the slogan for the Switch is very apt for what we're trying to accomplish.
Your marketing team deserves a raise.

From: John Hanke, CEO, Niantic, Inc.
To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company
Date: 12/03/2018
I am pleased to report Pokémon Go2 has hit 750 million unique downloads in July and 5 million daily average users just last week. The popularity of the franchise continues to grow.
Think of the possibilities once we integrate Augmented Reality (AR) technology into the project: Altaria as a clean and efficient form of air transportation, Charizard serving in the Self-Defense Forces, and yes, Pikachu making our reliance on nuclear energy a thing of the past.
Soon, Pokémon will come to life before our very eyes.

From: 君島 達己, CEO, Nintendo
To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company; John Hanke, CEO, Niantic, Inc.
Date: 03/06/2018
The accidents are growing in number. Are you sure "Ser Viper" has everything under control? We cannot hide these incidents from the public forever. The MFS3 already has its hands full trying to catch the runaways.
If we don't take action soon, more people will get hurt. Or worse: the Pokémon brand will be tarnished forever.

From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company
To: SerViper1995
Date: 13/12/2018
You promised us Pokémon as pets and companions - not these mutations! I've had to recall thousands of faulty merchandise, with tens of thousands of defective products still circulating the market. Just what kind of sorcery have you forced upon our hands?
The government is breathing down my neck, Tatsumi-san has had to resign and I'm starting to hear about this "Foundation" poking around. Tell me the truth - is there any way to reverse the effects? Or have you doomed us all?

From: SerViper1995
To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company; 君島 達己さん, Former CEO, Nintendo
Date: 05/01/2019
I don't know what to tell you. I've given the people what they want - only true fans will get a Pokémon of their own.
Your company was the very best at building your brand. Congratulations. Today, Pokémon has taken over our hearts and minds. Perhaps one day, we will see them take over the world.

From: 真希, Student, Grade 4
To: oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus#oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus
Date: 23/12/2015
Can I have a Pokémon, please? I really like Pikachu.

From: Mr. Mori, Salaryman
To: oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus#oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus
Date: 28/12/2015
Wouldn't it be nice if I could turn into Abra? Please. I need to know what my wife is thinking. Or maybe I could just teleport away when she's angry ha ha ha.

RAID ON POKÉMON HQ

Foreword: Three months after the events in Yokohama, the O5 Council authorised a raid on The Pokémon Company offices (in Minato City, Tokyo) on June 16, 2019, citing the high possibility of civilians being held against their will, and a potential K-class scenario if the cause of SCP-5254 events wasn't immediately neutralised.
The Japanese government had been notified in advance of the raid. Foundation MTF agents were provided with Special Assault Team (SAT) uniforms to avoid the mass amnesticisation of public witnesses.
The following audio-visual footage is captured from the body-cam of MTF Epsilon-11 Team Leader ("Fox-1").

[Camera looks down on a nondescript glass building in the middle of a Tokyo suburb. Fox-1 raises three fingers to the rest of his squad in the chopper, which touches down on the roof soon after. Multiple MTF squads disembark, quickly covering the area.]
Fox-1: Status report.
Fox-3: (over radio) Civilian evacuation in the lower levels in-progress. There's a huge Pokémon Centre on the first floor that's still filled with tourists.
Fox-1: Quarantine for infection, then rendezvous at coordinates.
Fox-3: (over radio) Roger. (away, in Japanese) Alright you heard the man. Get those Poké-fanatics outta there!
[The MTF stack up against the fire-exit on the roof, the door unlocking easily. The team heads down the stairwell, approaching a set of double steel doors on the lower level. Fox-1 gestures to breach.]
[Smoke canisters are tossed in, followed by a flash-bang grenade. Just as the MTF members are about to storm in, however, there's a metallic CLANK from the other end of the hall, followed by the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps.]
[The MTF freeze as a creature at least two meters tall emerges from the smoke. It has orange skin, an elongated snout and vast wings on either side of its back. It roars straight at the camera.]
Fox-2: What the fuck is that?!
Fox-1: Engage, engage.
[MTF squad members at the front scream as they're lit aflame by a combustible liquid emitted from the creature's mouth. The rest of the MTF open fire and eventually down the creature. As the smoke clears, the fallen carcass of the dragon-like entity lies slumped over in the middle of the hallway, bleeding from various bullet holes.]
Fox-2: Clear.
Fox-1: Proceed to lower levels.
[The MTF passes more and more hallways. Pokémon posters line the walls with slogans like "Prepare for Trouble" and "Make it Double!", and "To catch them is my real test…" and "To train them is my cause!", with the occasional person in a white-coat detained as they emerge from a doorway.]
Fox-2: Makes you wonder what kind of shit they've been hiding down here.
Fox-1: Quiet. Eyes front.
[The MTF stack up against another set of double steel doors. This time, Fox-1 gestures for explosives, before the squad takes cover behind a turn in the corridor.]
Fox-1: Weapons-free. Shoot anything that walks funny.
[There's a loud BANG as the doors fly open. Screams are heard from within the room as the MTF scan for targets through the smoke. As the smoke clears, however, the interior is brightly-lit and filled with colourful drawings, toys scattered on the floor and rows of metal cages set against the walls.]
[Fox-1 gestures to his squad to take point, before following after. The MTF clears the area, as Fox-1 follows Fox-2 to the far end of the room.]
Fox-2: Good god.
[The creatures within the cages are at various stages of SCP-5254 transformation, the most advanced being a Vulpix with engorged eye sockets, her eye lashes flashing rapidly as blood flows down both her cheeks. Another cage contains a boy with his cheek-bones protruding too high and sideways, pulling taut skin over the rest of his face.]
[As Fox-1 walks down the line, a large, bear-like creature slams into his cage, gripping the metal bars with a set of serrated claws with alternate fingers peeling and at various stages of decomposition.]
[At the far end, a young girl is slumped in a corner, weeping. Her tongue has been extended, flattened and engorged, pooling on the floor at her feet. Next to her is an elongated body of a snake, writhing back and forth. Upon closer inspection, it has the head of a toddler, bawling.]
Fox-1: Fox-Den. I think we've found the kids. Requesting immediate medical pick-up.
Fox-Den: (over radio) Copy. Any sign of PoI-5254?
Fox-1: No. Only his handiwork. We're seizing electronic servers as evidence.
[Fox-2 throws up in a corner of the room.]
Fox-2: (spits) Fuck this shit.
[Fox-1 doesn't reprimand him, merely nods, gestures for the rest of the team to open the cages.]

Afterword: The CEO of The Pokémon Company, Mr. Ishihara, was detained on the way to the helipad on the rooftop. He claims to have no knowledge of these "experiments" discovered in the building.

INTERVIEW WITH ISHIHARA

Foreword: Interview conducted by Agent Hakase in Site 81-J. Transcript of the conversation has been translated from Japanese.

Mr. Ishihara: How dare you keep me here? Do you know who I am?
Agent Hakase: We know exactly who you are, Ishihara-san. We also know what you, John Hanke and Mr. Kimishima have been up to these past few years.
Mr. Ishihara: Then you know how important it is for me to get back. I can't stay here!
Agent Hakase: You are referring to this situation caused by "Ser Viper", yes? What can you tell us about him?
Mr. Ishihara: Nothing. We communicated remotely from his lab. He came highly recommended from an industry contact, said he could help us with our problem.
Agent Hakase: And what problem was that?
[Mr. Ishihara hesitates.]
Mr. Ishihara: You must understand. We had the purest of intentions. We wanted people to enjoy the company of Pokémon in the real world.
Agent Hakase: And make a tidy profit in the process, I'm sure. Is that why you unleashed a Charizard on us in the building?
Mr. Ishihara: We thought we were under attack. "Ser Viper" claimed to have worked with our competitors in the past, like Square Enix and Bandai4, so he also helped us with the automatic defense systems.
Agent Hakase: Sounds like this "SerViper1995" offered you multiple services. How did he do it, Ishihara-san? How did he bring Pokémon to life?
Mr. Ishihara: (shakes his head) We didn't ask too many questions. When we found out what he was doing to the children, we terminated his contract immediately. But the damage had been done. Later, we discovered he had already tampered with our production lines and distribution infrastructure. At this point, it's impossible to tell which products have been affected on the market.
Agent Hakase: And where is "Ser Viper" now?
Mr. Ishihara: We have not spoken in years.
Agent Hakase: And what about those kids we found in your building? You really expect us to believe you're still not working together?
Mr. Ishihara: You have to believe me. We have housed those… children for the past two years. We've kept them as our guests, our very own Pokémon family. Yes, in the past, they might have been part of some misguided experiment… but ever since Ser Viper disappeared, we have tried to give them a home, shelter, even tried to reverse some of their effects—
Agent Hakase: You really call what you've done "helping"? You exploited their vulnerability for the sake of profits, and now you want us to believe you want to help them?
[Mr. Ishihara is silent as he looks down.]
Mr. Ishihara: We deserve death for what we've done, yes. But allow us to make things right. Please. We have already made attempts to contain the spread of the disease.
Agent Hakase: (considers) At this point, shutting you down would draw more attention from the public than it's worth. I will speak to my supervisors on the best course of action.

Mr. Ishihara: I understand. We will cooperate. For the sake of the company.

Final Note: Foundation agents have been embedded in The Pokémon Company's infrastructure to suppress the popularity of the franchise. One such operation was the release of their video game Pokémon Sword and Shield with a limited number of Pokémon, which caused outrage amongst fans in 2019.
An upcoming water festival (centered around the dragon-type Pokémon Gyarados) has also been disrupted by MTF agents, as were plans by the Japanese government to decorate local buses and trains with Pikachu-themed body parts (see here for reference) for the 2021 Tokyo Olympics.
Global coordination attempts are ongoing between the Foundation, The Pokémon Company, Nintendo and Niantic to determine a more permanent solution to SCP-5254 events.
The identity of "SerViper1995" (PoI-5254) is undergoing investigation. Attempts to probe his mail server have been met with an automated response, on repeat:

Happy hunting. But even you can't catch 'em all.

Footnotes
1. The lowest social caste of Japanese society.
2. A mobile game released in 2016 that features Augmented Reality software.
3. The Ministry of Fun Suppression - an advertising campaign started by Nintendo in 2004; now posited as an internal branch of the company tasked with containing SCP-5254 instances.
4. Preliminary investigations have begun into the prevalence of SCP-5254 instances in the Final Fantasy and Digimon franchises.

« SCP-5253 | SCP-5254 | SCP-5255 »


Item#: 5255

Level5

Containment Class:
keter

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
warning

link to memo

Image taken within SCP-5255 prior to source destruction.

Special Containment Procedures: The area containing SCP-5255 is to be patrolled by Mobile Task Omega-17 ("Full Dark No Stars"), and any civilians repelled. The entrance to SCP-5255 has been sealed by order of Overwatch Command. Outside of physical meetings required as part of the Veritas Agreement, this seal is not to be lifted under any circumstances.
Any communications from within SCP-5255 are to be answered directly by Overwatch Command.
Description: SCP-5255 is a three kilometre long tunnel proceeding through the side of Scafell Pike, England.
At the end of this tunnel, an extremely bright source of white light is visible. This light shines down the majority of the second half of the tunnel, and results in a series of anomalous phenomena when in contact with certain entities. These consist of:

Immediate destruction of all recording and transmission equipment via spontaneous combustion.
Immediate destruction of any information mediums containing inaccurate data.
Immediate destruction of any property closely associated with the SCP Foundation — including uniforms, technology and voluntary staff.
Improved memory recall in human subjects. Existing memories become significantly more defined, and subjects have reported becoming able to recall memories from as early as when they were one year old.
Increased clarity of thought in human subjects. Individuals affected by the light have demonstrated severely less hesitation and consideration prior to taking action — examinations presented to these subjects were consistently completed at least 30% faster following exposure.
A complete inability in human subjects to convey false information through any means.

Although these effects persist following exposure to the light, they fade quickly once the subject has been removed from SCP-52551.
It is believed that SCP-5255 terminates into a massive cavernous structure within the interior of the mountain — however, this has not yet been confirmed outside of former D-Class testimony. If it exists, it is presumed this space is the origin of the light which pervades SCP-5255.

Addendum 5255-1 (Recovered Documentation)

Recovered from the Neonate Collection, writer unknown. Believed to pertain to SCP-5255.
Arthur, King of Steel, wept for the first time as he held his youngest Archfedd, brought down by Inimicum.
Leaving behind his blade. Arthur abandoned his kingdom to the fires of war and took the tiny body north, 'till he reached the highest mountain in the land. There were tales that a kind fae lived inside the mountain, and that it would grant the wishes of the pure-hearted. So, with all his metal strength and the effort of ages, Arthur carved a tunnel to the home of that fairy, stopping only when he saw its glow.
He knew immediately that this was no fae — it was Primordial Truth. But desperation still moved him.
"My child is slain by the Odiotelum Sator2," he beseeched, "The Roman Loathing descends upon my world. I beg you — give me back my Archfedd, at least."
And Primordial Truth replied:

Look behind you, son of man.
Your Stielenōt is shattered.
Your kingdom is bones and regret.
Look to your child, son of man.
Your Archfedd is dust.
Your joy is memory long since faded.
Look at yourself, son of man.
Your steel bones are rust.
Your will is hollow resistance.

Arthur, King of Steel, looked behind him. Arthur looked to his child. The man looked at himself.
And accepted these things as True. And discarded his burdens. And achieved happiness.

Addendum 5255-2 (Attempted Exploration)

The following is a record of initial attempts to explore SCP-5255, before the nature and capabilities of the anomaly were fully ascertained.

Attempted Exploration 5255-1
Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████.
Exploration Resource: BL10 drone, dir. by Technician ███.
Date/Time: 02/03/2029, 12:21 PM.

<Begin Log>
(BL10 drone enters SCP-5255. Night-vision shows the interior to be a long tunnel stretching on in a straight line, with a tiny light visible in the distance.)
Dr. ██████████: Mr. ███, if you would.
Technician ███: Alrighty.
(BL10 drone directed to proceed down length of tunnel. Immediate destruction.)
(Pause.)
Technician ███: Well, shit.
<End Log>

Attempted Exploration 5255-2
Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████.
Exploration Resource: BL10 drone, equipped with on-board Learning Computer Zeta-93 ("SOCRATES").
Date/Time: 09/03/2029, 12:14PM.

<Begin Log>
Doctor ██████████: Initial report.
Z-93: All systems are functional. No damage present on interior or exterior. Positioned as directed in front of SCP-5255. Prepared to proceed into the anomaly when order is given.
Doctor ██████████: Alright. Proceed.
Z-93: Yes. Proceeding.
(Z-93 begins moving down the tunnel.)
Z-93: Light is visible approximately three kilometres ahead. All systems are functional. No damage present on interior or exterior. Proceeding.
(Z-93 proceeds.)
Z-93: Light is visible approximately two kilometres ahead. All systems are functional. No damage present on interior. Minor damage present on exterior.
Doctor ██████████: Minor damage? Report the nature of it.
Z-93: As an extant object, minor damage to my structure over time is inevitable. Due to exposure to moisture in the air, the materials I am comprised of have sustained minor damage.
Doctor ██████████: That's extremely minor. Not worth reporting. Proceed.
Z-93: Yes.
(Z-93 proceeds.)
Z-93: Light is visible one kilometre, five-hundred and sixty-three meters, ninety-two centimetres ahead. Due to exposure to current conditions, the materials I am comprised of have sustained minor damage. I am moving at 0.18km/h. A significant amount of dirt and stone is being kicked up behind me by my movement.
Doctor ██████████: Z-93, that's enough, this is not relevant —
Z-93: There are currently five-thousand, two-hundred and nine pebbles of various shapes and sized immediately visible. I am scared. The light is now surrounding me. I am speaking to you. I am experiencing a malfunction due to an excess of information being communicated. I am terrified. My on-board Learning Computer is sustaining severe damage. The light is bright. It is impossible for me to measure it further. It is impossible for me to measure it further.
(Pause.)
Z-93: Oh no. Oh no. Please.
(Pause.)
Z-93: I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I …
(Pause. Readings lost. Destruction of Z-93 confirmed.)
Doctor ██████████: (audible throwing of headset, voice is distant subsequently) Goddamnit!
<End Log>

Attempted Exploration 5255-3
Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████.
Exploration Resource: D-2231.
Date/Time: 15/03/2029, 11:55 PM.

<Begin Log>
Doctor ██████████: We've started recording. D-2231, walk down the tunnel until you reach the light — and continue reading the sentence you've been provided with every few minutes.
D-2231: Um, alright. I just … I just start now?
Doctor ██████████: Yes. You start now.
(D-2231 begins walking down the tunnel.)
D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." Is that true? (laughs) I was never much good at history.
Doctor ██████████: Yes, please continue.
D-2231: God, it's dark in here. These goggles will keep working the whole way, right?
Doctor ██████████: Yes, please continue.
D-2231: Yeah, sure, I'm going.
(D-2231 continues moving down the tunnel.)
D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." So, there's supposed to be this light, right?
Doctor ██████████: Yes. Can you see it?
D-2231: Maybe … like, a pinprick in the distance? If that's it, it's still far away. I guess it must be bright if I can see it at all, though — but that's not what I wanna talk about. This light … it isn't deadly, right?
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: Of course not.
D-2231: Because I'm near the end of my time — like your guy said, my 'thirty days of employment'. I don't wanna put my neck on the line.
Doctor ██████████: I assure you — there's absolutely no danger in what you're doing. The sentence, please?
(Pause.)
D-2231: Fine. "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." I just keep walking?
Doctor ██████████: You just keep walking.
(Silence as D-2231 proceeds for another sixty minutes, taking short breaks for water.)
D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Jesus, how much further is this going to be?
Doctor ██████████: (surprised) Sorry, can you repeat that?
D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Why?
Doctor ██████████: That isn't the sentence we gave you.
(Pause.)
D-2231: I … "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Holy shit, that's … I can't — "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909."
(Pause.)
D-2231: Sorry, can I — can I head back now?
Doctor ██████████: I'm afraid not. Please proceed.
D-2231: Are … are you sure?
Doctor ██████████: Yes. Don't worry — we'll be with you the whole time.
(Pause.)
D-2231: Okay.
(D-2231 proceeds. Audio feed lost.)
<End Log>

Addendum 5255-3 (Exploration Reports)

Five hours following Attempted Exploration 5255-3, D-2231 emerged naked from SCP-5255. Medical analysis showed severe damage to his left ear3 and symptoms consistent with minor dehydration.
Following a recovery period, D-2231 claimed to have proceeded through SCP-5255 until he reached the space it terminated in. As the effects of SCP-5255 were determined to still be active within D-2231, this account is considered to be at least partially reliable. When prompted further, D-2231 provided the following written account of his experiences in SCP-5255.

When the earpiece exploded, it hurt like hell, but it was like my mind was running faster. Even though my ear was like it was on fire, I could still sort of decide at the same time to keep on walking. Like the part of me that makes decisions and the part of me that feels pain weren't as attached anymore.
I don't know. It's hard to explain. But I kept walking.
The light was so bright. Even though I'd thrown away the goggles (I was worried they might explode too), I could still see like it was daytime. The light burned me, sort of, but it didn't really feel painful. It was as though I was losing stuff I didn't really need?
My jumpsuit turned to dust, but I wasn't cold. I wasn't hot either, really, it was this sort of really nice neutral feeling. The roomiest of room temperature. Just existing.
When I reached the end of the tunnel, I wasn't even seeing anything anymore, I don't think. I don't know in what way I existed. I just sort of understood things, what I was currently observing. Just all information.
There was a space there. A massive space, with things moving around in it. I'm not being vague here, that's just the extent of what I could perceive.
I sort of, not watched them exactly, but observed them. That's more accurate but I'm not sure why. The things were … I know this sounds like shit but they were just things. Entities? My words aren't very good out here. If I was in there I'm sure I could communicate all of this easily. It was just pure intent.
In the center there was … a source. Not a thing, not an entity, a source. The source of the light, I think. Even though I couldn't see it, it was too bright dense to observe. I couldn't even bear to consider it.
Anyway, after a few minutes of observing the entities, I became aware that they were observing me. That frightened me, and I moved myself out of there. Once I became aware that I had a body again, I just ran until I could see the daylight again.

Following the cessation of SCP-5255's effects on D-2231, it was decided that — in order to fully ascertain the nature of the space and entities at the end of SCP-5255 — D-22314 should be deployed into the anomaly once again.
Secondary exploration was conducted on 30/03/2029 at 12:23 PM. In order to prevent further injury, D-2231 was not provided with any equipment capable of providing a feed back to mission control. Prior to entry, D-2231 was briefed on information surrounding SCP-5255 so he could attempt to interview the entities present at the end of the tunnel.
D-2231 returned six hours later, and provided the following written account:

I don't think I had any reason to be afraid that first time. As far as I could tell, violence isn't even really possible there. Bundles of information can't exactly swing at each other.
That place … I could call it a village, but that implies too much infrastructure. I could call it a temple, but that implies worship of something.
It's more of a … place of contemplation — but not contemplation of anything outside the space. Very inward, sort of meditation I guess. Just somewhere you can exist as nothing but yourself, with none of the doubts and uncertainty.
A place where you can read the infinite book that is you.
I thought myself closer to one of the entities, an old one I think from the density of it. It didn't look like anything, nothing looks like anything there, but there was this sort of association of nobility covering it. The idea of authority on the outer layer.
You can't speak there, but you can communicate easy. Just point and think. None of the ambiguity of words — like I said before, just pure intent. I asked it if it was Arthur, from the story you'd shown me.
It told me it was a thing that had thought it was a man that had thought it was a king, and that it had once worshiped a thing that had thought it was a machine that had thought it was a god. There was this sort of seasoning of emotion, but it was all very content. It was happy to tell me this, it was something the thing had accepted.
Then it drifted off, back to contemplation.
I had this feeling, then, that I should just stay there. Stay there and understand myself. But I also knew that if I did stay there too long, I wouldn't be able to come back. People can become information, but information can't go back to being people very easily.
First, you told me I'd be here for thirty days. Then, it was until the investigation was complete. I wonder if, when you're done with me, I'll be able to go back to being a person.
I was sad, but I left. And I started walking back.

For the third incursion into SCP-5255, it was decided that D-2231 should approach the source of the light directly, rather than engage with the surrounding entities. In order to ensure the return of usable intelligence, however, he was commanded to immediately disengage and return if he at any point believed himself to be in immediate danger.
D-2231 was prepared as in the previous exploration, and he entered SCP-5255 on 04/04/2029 at 12:02 PM. He returned six hours later, and provided the following account:

I think the entities knew what I was there for this time. They were all observing me the second I arrived, carefully, like cameras recording for posterity. It was probably the most interesting thing they'd observed in a while, I'll admit.
I thought my way past them, heading towards where I knew the source would be. I couldn't bring myself to move towards it, strictly speaking, but instead towards the space it was occupying. Like I said before, I couldn't bring myself to observe it. It was too dense, too heavy … it would be like putting a million-ton weight on the second story of a house. The floor wouldn't take it.
The closer I got to it, the bigger I realized it was. If the entities were like words riding on the wind, then the source was a hurricane. Information wrapped around information wrapped around something.
What that something was is hard to say. It's like … when you tell the truth, ever, you're paying homage to this thing. Not in the way a god gets tribute, but more like — your honesty was based on this thing. This is the perfect example of the truth. Primordial.
It felt like
I thought
It was like if I made contact with the thing, thought too loudly at it, I'd pop against its side like a bubble against a boat. But I kind of wanted that. To be reduced to the most concentrated version of myself. There'd be no worries then. I'd be free.
I felt like all that would happen if I just made contact.
But I didn't pop. Instead, I left.

Addendum 5255-4 (Interview Log)

Following the third incursion into SCP-5255, D-2231 was brought in for debriefing prior to termination of current employment cycle. Recording recovered from off-site simultaneous backup.

<Begin Log>
Doctor ██████████: I read your last exploration report a few hours ago.
D-2231: I see.
Doctor ██████████: You've done very well. Gone above and beyond the call of duty — it can't have been easy to stand before something of that immensity and come back.
(D-2231 shakes his head.)
Doctor ██████████: I'm sorry?
D-2231: You're right, Doctor. It wasn't easy.
Doctor ██████████: I'm sorry to hear that.
D-2231: No, you're not.
(Pause.)
D-2231: You don't care. Don't pretend you care. You don't care how I feel. You don't care whether I live or I die, beyond the inconvenience it would cause for you. I'm not a person to you. And the fact that I can say all of this means that it's true. Objectively.
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: Have you been told how we proceed from here?
D-2231: Yes. You told me I'd be released after the explorations were finished. Placed back into the general population, cleared of my crimes, as a reward for my service.
Doctor ██████████: That's right. We'll need to perform mild amnestic therapy, of course, to ensure you don't leak information about what you've witnessed here —
D-2231: (calmly) But that's a lie.
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: Excuse me?
D-2231: You heard me. That's a lie. You would never let me go — or any of us. It's a waste of resources, no matter how expendable they may be.
Doctor ██████████: I —
D-2231: Shut up. I'm talking now.
(Pause.)
D-2231: This amnestic therapy. After you do it, I'll go back into circulation, won't I? My number changed, assigned to some other anomaly — hell, maybe just this one again. My thirty days looping over and over again until I die.
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: That's an … interesting theory you have.
D-2231: We both know the fact that I said it makes it true. Besides, the light destroys all your technology, doesn't it? Why did you think your amnestics would be any different?
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: I see. In that case, we'll have to wait for its effects to fade before resetting you. I'm sorry, but you really are doing a service to humanity —
D-2231: I'm going to kill you in two minutes.
(Pause.)
Doctor ██████████: What?
D-2231: You heard me. I'm going to kill you, and everyone in this base too.
(Doctor ██████████ gets out of his chair.)
D-2231: Security!
D-2231: They can't stop me. They can't kill me, either.
(Doctor ██████████ runs for the door.)
D-2231: You can't get away in time, Doctor.
(Pause.)
D-2231: (calmly) Something's been playing on my mind lately. I am D-2231. Why am I able to say that? That shouldn't be my name. It's just something you gave me.
(Doctor ██████████ is unable to open the door as he is not using his identification card, presumably due to panic.)
D-2231: But then I realized — it's the name I've had for the majority of my life. The truest one I've had. In my head, that's what I call myself, even. (sighs) I've been living these thirty days for a long, long time.
(D-2231 looks at Doctor ██████████, who is cowering in the corner.)
D-2231: You deserve this.
(An extremely bright light, identical to that at the end of SCP-5255, begins emanating from the body of D-2231, engulfing the room in an instant. Doctor ██████████ screams.)
Doctor █en██wo██h: No, no no no!
Doctor Sendsworth: Please!
(Recording is completely covered by the white light. Recording device is destroyed — all contact with site is lost three seconds later.)
<End Log>

Following this interview, all buildings, equipment and personnel associated with the SCP Foundation directly outside SCP-5255 were destroyed via spontaneous combustion. The only survivors are believed to have been a group of D-Class who took the opportunity to flee.
Following the arrival of Mobile Task Force Omega-17 to investigate the incident, evidence was discovered indicating that — following the interview — D-2231 left the ruins of the site and proceeded back into SCP-5255.

Addendum 5255-5 (Communication Log 5255-1)

Before an operation could be executed to enter SCP-5255 and retrieve D-2231, several communications were received from the interior of Scafell Pike. Due to the nature of the threats contained in these communications, the operation was immediately cancelled.
In order to perform negotiations as demanded in the communications, the O5 Council elected to directly contact D-2231 within SCP-5255 through remote conference call.

<Begin Log>
D-2231: Hello.
O5-2: Hello there. Are we all coming through clearly?
D-2231: Yes. I understand you all perfectly.
O5-7: You've got some goddamn nerve. Are these threats meant to frighten us?
O5-6: [AGREEMENT]
O5-7: How are you even communicating with us?
D-2231: It's as I wrote in my reports. Point and think — I'm just pointing at you lot.
O5-10: And who exactly are we communicating with? Bath or the source of the light?
D-2231: There isn't a meaningful distinction. The Primordial Truth has wrapped itself around me. It's a power source desiring direction.
O5-8: So we're taking threats from an anomaly, then?
O5-7: That's it, that's exactly it! It's a farce we're even bothering to speak with the thing!
O5-6: [OUTRAGE]
O5-2: Alright, now, hold on —
O5-3: They're right. We're not going to bow to pressure like this.
O5-5: (laughs) You've got everyone in a bit of a panic, my boy.
O5-9: I have to say, Five, I feel like you're not taking this very seriously at all. It's very concerning.
O5-10: Five's attitude isn't the issue here.
O5-7: Well, maybe it should be!
O5-6: [ANGER]
O5-1: (quietly) Let's all calm down a moment.
(Silence.)
O5-1: Two?
O5-2: Hm? Oh, yes, yes, of course! So, um, Mr. Bath, if you could please repeat your, ah, your proposition —
O5-3: You mean his threat.
O5-1: Three.
D-2231: You want me to give you my demands again.
O5-2: Just for posterity.
(Pause.)
D-2231: An immediate end to your D-Class program, and the reintegration of all D-Class back into society. No strings attached.
(Pause.)
O5-6: [AMUSEMENT]
O5-7: (muttering) Ridiculous.
O5-5: (whistles)
O5-9: Eight?
05-8: I'm afraid what you propose simply isn't possible, Mr. Bath —
D-2231: D-2231.
O5-8: Pardon?
D-2231: That's my name.
O5-8: I … see. In any case, doing what you ask would simply be beyond our means, D-2231. With the number of D-Class we have active throughout organization, it's unreasonable to expect us to individually release and reintegrate every single one. The amount of money involved alone would be absurd.
D-2231: I don't care. It's what you'll do.
O5-6: [ANNOYANCE]
O5-9: If you don't mind me asking, dear, why exactly is that?
(Pause.)
D-2231: Because if you don't, I'll let the light flare. This mountain will act like a cannon, and the light will permeate into every corner of the globe. Every lie you've ever told, every memory you've ever stolen, every cover-up, every method you have of fooling the public will all be revealed.
O5-3: If you think —
D-2231: Yes, I'm sure you have some way to escape the physical effects, so you won't die. But how long do you think you'll last, with the whole world knowing what you've done — everything you've done? How fast do you think you can run?
(Pause.)
O5-4: Hm.
(Pause.)
O5-7: (quietly) Do you think you're beyond our reach, little boy?
D-2231: Yes.
O5-6: [BLOODLUST]
O5-3: I … you …
O5-5: (chuckles)
O5-10: (to O5-1) Sir?
(Pause.)
O5-1: Is there anything else?
D-2231: No. That's my offer. If there's no reply, I'll assume the answer is no. You know what happens then.
(Communication with D-2231 ends.)
(Pause.)
O5-8: Well, shit.
<End Log>

Addendum 5255-6 (Voting Record)

SUBJECT OF COUNCIL VOTE: Immediate termination of D-Class program. Immediate reintegration of all serving D-Class personnel into the general population. If passed, these measures will subsequently be referred to as the Veritas Agreement.

VOTING MEMBERS: O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10
NON-VOTING MEMBERS: O5-115, O5-126, O5-137

FOR: (5) O5-1, O5-2, O5-4, O5-9, O5-10
AGAINST (4): O5-3, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8
ABSTAIN: (4) O5-5, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13

Motion passes.

Addendum 5255-7 (Communication Log 5255-2)

The following is a message sent into SCP-5255 on 23/07/2029 by order of O5-1 following Council vote:

We've begun doing as you asked.
All experimentation involving D-Class have ceased. A thousand projects frozen for the sake of you and your demands. Many of them might not recover from that. The discoveries that could have been made. The lives that could have been saved. Gone.
There are rumours that the Foundation might split — the Against faction taking whatever they can and forming their own organization. Tensions are explosive. The world could be looking at an Eighth Occult War, but I suppose you wouldn't understand what that means.
But a few criminals will walk free. Your misguided self-righteousness has changed the world.
I hope you're happy.

A reply was received two days later:

I am, thanks.

Footnotes
1. Maximum retention measured at nineteen days, four hours and twenty-two minutes.
2. Entity referenced in several non-public Roman historical texts, nature unknown.
3. Presumed to be a result of the destruction of his earpiece.
4. Although there were objections that additional D-Class should instead be requisitioned, it was decided that reuse of D-2231 was the most cost-effective option.
5. Dormant.
6. Position currently empty.
7. Preoccupied with more important matters.

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