O5-12

To: O5-3
Details

Re: N/A
April 12th, 2018 at 12:57 PM

O5-3

To: O5-12
Details

N/A
April 12th, 2018 at 12:15 PM
Max,
I've got a few things I need to talk about with you. I trust you more than anyone else here, and I'm sure you'll understand.
Mary Eliot
O5-3

Mary,
I'm here for you, dear friend. Thank you for confiding in me.
Maxwell McKenna
O5-12

04/13/2018
BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is restricted to O5-4, O5-10, and O5-12. Unauthorized access is forbidden.

5095

Enter Credentials

Access Granted

O5-4, O5-10, please share this with your fellow overseers. The clearance level is to assure that O5-3 does not suspect that she has been excluded.
We need to talk about O5-3.
O5-3 has been infected by SCP-5095. I've included the documentation for it below:

Item#: 5095

Level5

Containment Class:
neutralized

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
{$disruption-class}

Risk Class:
{$risk-class}

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: As of ██/██/1967, SCP-5095 been assumed to be neutralized.
Description: SCP-5095 is a anomalous, parasitic organism similar to other cyclophyllid cestode of the family Taeniidae. SCP-5095 only inhabits the cranial cavities of hominids, typically humans, where it will develop by attaching itself to grey matter within the organism's brain and consuming rational thought, which is converted through an anomalous process into nutritional compounds.
SCP-5095's development occurs at a significantly slower rate than similar species; larvae may develop in excess of 30 years, during which SCP-5095's consumption will gradually impair its host's ability to perform cognitive functions, eventually resulting in brain death. Attempts to extract SCP-5095 from living hosts have thus far been unsuccessful.
Between ██/██/1960 and ██/██/1967, all known instances of SCP-5095 approached maturity and subsequently expired. As no further instances have been identified, 5095 has been presumed neutralized.
Addendum 5095-1: Discovery
SCP-5095 was initially discovered by Dr. Mary Eliot after a series of outbreaks in the eastern United States in 1938. In total, ██ civilians were infected with individual instances of SCP-5095 and were subsequently quarantined. As per protocol, a standard media purge was undertaken to prevent public knowledge of SCP-5095.
Addendum 5095-2: Infection Instances
SCP-5095's exact effects vary between individuals. The following include three cases from the initial outbreak resulting in significantly distinct symptoms. For a complete list of affected persons, see 5095 Cases UNA.

Arnold Witts
Suspected infection date: August 1938
Infection Progression: Onset of symptoms 2 years following suspected infection. Subject's symptoms worsened over the course of 32 years, culminating in expiration on 4/10/1961. Symptoms include:
• Amnesia
• Cognitive impairment
• Delusion
• Paranoia
Arnold was the first identified person to be infected by SCP-5095. He used to work for the Foundation, actually, and was one of my colleagues at the time. I began to suspect something was wrong when he started forgetting things, and it only got worse from there. While before, he was one of the foremost parabiologists in the entire world, within a decade, he wasn't even capable of comprehending cellular structure. — Dr. Mary Eliot

Shelley Cornell
Suspected infection date: December, 1938
Infection Progression: Subject was infected for over 5 years, but presented no symptoms until one week prior to expiration. Symptoms include:
• Aggression
• Cognitive impairment
• Compulsiveness
• Emotional detachment
Shelley was described by those close to her as a gentle, loving mother, and a passionate, loyal friend. Something was "off" about her, no doubt, but she didn't collapse until a few days before she passed away. — Dr. Mary Eliot

Richard Williams
Suspected infection date: April, 1938
Infection Progression: Subject presented no symptoms until three months prior to expiration, 11 years after initial infection. Symptoms include:
• Amnesia
• Cognitive impairment
• Elevated mood
• Excitability
Rick was only seven when we brought him in. He was robbed of a normal life before he'd been able to fall in love, or raise a child, or grow old and pass on in peace, even though he was practically normal until the last few weeks of his life. I watched him grow up in confinement; he was like a first child to me. — Dr. Mary Eliot

Addendum 5095-3: Interview

Interview Transcript
Date: 5/29/1949
Interviewer: Dr. Mary Eliot
Interviewee: Richard Williams

[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Eliot: Afternoon, Rick.
Williams: Dr. Mary!
(Williams smiles widely.)
Dr. Eliot: Nice to see you too.
(Dr. Eliot sits down.)
Dr. Eliot: I've been told that you haven't been feeling yourself lately. Is that right?
(Rick stares blankly at Dr. Eliot.)
Dr. Eliot: Rick?
Williams: Dr. Mary!
(Williams smiles widely.)
Dr. Eliot: I see.
(Dr. Eliot smiles sadly and reviews her notes.)
Dr. Eliot: Rick, how have you been feeling?
Williams: I don't know. I'm happy!
Dr. Eliot: What about how you think?
(Williams furrows his brow for a moment.)
Williams: It's hard to think about thinking, Dr. Mary.
(Dr. Eliot records several observations in her notes.)
Dr. Eliot: Alright, here's the deal, Rick. I'm going to try to help you think clearly again.
Williams: Okay!
Dr. Eliot: There's a — a worm, in your brain, Rick.
Williams: Her name is Mary, just like you, and she lives in my head, right here!
(Williams lightly taps the back of his head, where a slightly noticeable bulge protrudes from his skull.)
Dr. Eliot: We're going to try to remove the worm from your head, Rick. Do you understand?
Williams: What does that word mean, again?
Dr. Eliot: Which word, dear?
Williams: "Worm." I don't think I've heard it before.
(Dr. Eliot gently places her hand over William's hand.)
Dr. Eliot: I have to thank you for a lot, Rick.
(Williams stares blankly at Dr. Eliot, maintaining a broad smile.)
Dr. Eliot: I don't know if you can still understand what I'm saying, but I'm going to be promoted next week. I'm going to have to leave you.
(Dr. Eliot sighs.)
Dr. Eliot: I'm doing what I can to help before I go. And I'm sorry you've been stuck in here like this for so long.
(Dr. Eliot pauses.)
Dr. Eliot: But I have to move on, Rick. I have a daughter now. I named her Lucy, like your mom. She's very smart, just like you.
(Dr. Eliot wipes a tear from her eye, holding Williams' hand tighter.)
Williams: Dr. Eliot?
Dr. Eliot: What's the matter, Rick?
Williams: Can I be friends with Lucy?
(Dr. Eliot gently laughs, openly crying now.)
Dr. Eliot: You're going to get out of here soon, Rick. And then you can be friends with her on the outside, in the normal world.
Williams: Will I see you again?
(Dr. Eliot sighs.)
Dr. Eliot: I'll do my best.
Williams: Promise?
Dr. Eliot: I promise I will see you again one day, whether it be in this life or another.
[END LOG]

Addendum 5095-4: Removal of SCP-5095
On 5/30/1949, Dr. Mary Eliot attempted to remove an SCP-5095 instance from within a live victim, Richard Williams. During the procedure, Richard Williams expired, and Dr. Eliot [DATA EXPUNGED].
I know that data shouldn't be expunged for us, but the old files are corrupted and I'm unable to recover the full clearance files. — O5-12

I speculate that O5-3 has been infected for a while due to the progression of her now noticeable symptoms. If O5-3 continues her work, at her current rate, she will completely lose control over her cognitive functions.
This message is to request your respective insights as to whether or not O5-3 is to be removed from her position.
— O5-12

Overseers come and go. I've been here long enough to know that we can always find someone better for the job.
— O5-1

If O5-3 has always been affected, then her performance is normal. I see no reason to remove her from office.
— O5-2

O5-3 has been here longer than all of us except O5-1. The old guard is disappearing, and we need their expertise as long as we can hold on to it.
— O5-4

The years have not been generous to her position. Indeed, she is nowhere near as irreplaceable as she may have once been.
— O5-5

O5-3 has served honorably and dutifully for more than seven decades. I believe it is only right that she be allowed to spend her final years in peace.
— O5-6

I always felt there was something off about her.
— O5-7

I fail to see why O5-3 should be removed from her position by principle alone. Has she not proven herself to the Foundation time and time again?
— O5-8

Are we seriously considering allowing a potentially cognitively impaired centennial to remain in a position of power at the Foundation? To perform its primary functions, the Foundation must remain ahead of the modern world, rather than stuck in the past.
— O5-9

As the newest member to the council, I have not known O5-3 for very long. But within the short time I've been acquainted with her, I have observed how crucial her presence is to the council and Foundation as a whole. We need her here.
— O5-10

O5-3 cannot be removed from office. She has always been a mediator between the extremes; I fear that should she leave, a violent schism will split our Foundation in two as it has before.
— O5-11

There is precedence for removing an O5 from office by the principle of anomalous property alone. It is no question that an O5 with a cognitive impairment due to an anomalous infection must be removed from office.
— O5-13

Proposal: O5-3 is to be relieved of her duties.

O5
Yea
Nay

O5-1
✗

O5-2

✗

O5-4

✗

O5-5
✗

O5-6
✗

O5-7
✗

O5-8

✗

O5-9

✗

O5-10

✗

O5-11

✗

O5-13
✗

Conclusion: As O5-3's symptoms have not hindered her ability to perform her duties to date, O5-3 will remain part of the Overseer Council until rendered unable to work.

O5-12

To: O5-3
Details

Re: Retirement
April 13th, 2018 at 8:40 PM

O5-3

To: O5-12
Details

Retirement
April 12th, 2018 at 9:02 PM
Max,
As I'm sure you know, I've been working here for quite a long time. I was here when Hoover was in office; some of the others weren't even alive then. I've spent the better half of a lifetime securing, containing, and protecting. I've been cold, when I needed to, because I told myself that I was doing this for humanity.
Well now, I'm old and tired, Max. I'd like to spend my last few years with my daughter and grandchildren, apart from the Foundation and the anomalous world. I'd like to experience the humanity that I've been protecting for so long.
Of course, I'm due to use 006 again in a few weeks, and I've decided that I don't want to keep going. That's why I'm asking for your help to retire completely, so that my family won't be monitored by Foundation operatives 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I'm asking for your help to let me return to the normal world.
I couldn't be there for Rick. My duties will not keep me from Lucy anymore. She's grown, but I am still her mother.
Mary Eliot
O5-3

Mary,
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I'm sorry. I tried.
Maxwell McKenna
O5-12

« SCP-5094 | SCP-5095 | SCP-5096 »


Item #: SCP-5096
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5096 is to be stored in a modified Class-7 Biological Containment Cell within Site-08. This cell is to have all life support equipment1 removed and retrofitted with a 5-meter-tall concrete pedestal for SCP-5096 to rest upon.
SCP-5096 is to be kept at least 3 meters from all soil and other forms of particulate silicate matter and is to be kept at least 50 meters from living organisms belonging to the phylum Annelida2and the phylum Arthropoda.3
Two weeks following a GARDEN-PARTY event, SCP-5096's cell is to be cleaned of the remains of all SCP-5096-2 instances present. SCP-5096-2 instances displaying properties previously undocumented will be retained for further study; all other instances are to be brought to a standard Biological Containment cell for storage.

SCP-5096 prior to containment.

Description: SCP-5096 refers to a singular painted lady butterfly (Vanessa cardui Rhopalocera). SCP-5096 can manifest an entomology book titled 'Life of Insects: The Study and Story Behind Entomology' by Jane Woodsburrow (designated SCP-5096-1). SCP-5096 is capable of turning the pages of SCP-5096-1 via the flapping of its wings. When SCP-5096-1 is opened, the environment depicted on the chosen page will manifest. (Ex: A page about the average earthworm will result in the manifestation of soil and grass.)
If SCP-5096 is introduced to soil or other forms of particulate silicate matter, SCP-5096 will produce a number of duplicates of itself (designated SCP-5096-2). When introduced to any organism belonging to the phylum Annelida or the phylum Arthropoda, the entire vicinity around SCP-5096 will transform into that of outdoor scenery (though will remain indoors), and instances of SCP-5096-2 will metamorphosize into organisms belonging to the phylum Annelida or the phylum Arthropoda (designated GARDEN-PARTY event). The effects of a GARDEN-PARTY event will persist even if the organisms introduced to SCP-5096 are removed. A GARDEN-PARTY event will last for approximately two weeks before SCP-5096-2 instances are able to be removed. It is of note that this event does not occur if SCP-5096 interacts with soil that manifests along with the environments depicted in SCP-5096-1.
Addendum-1: SCP-5096-1 Excerpts

Page Number: 23
Page Contents: The habitat and behavior of the American Cockroach (periplaneta americana).
Effect: A small portion of SCP-5096's cell transforms to wet cement and stone resembling a house garage. Half-eaten food items are scattered across the pavement, as well as nine cockroaches scavenging said food. SCP-5096 flutters over to each cockroach, aiding each one in the retrieval of a food item. SCP-5096 stays in the affected area until SCP-5096-1 is closed.
Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 29 reading: 'A lot of people hate cockroaches, but I just love these little guys. I try to help them get food whenever I can. And they only want shelter from the rain! Why would you squish the poor creatures? Bugs are more like us than you'd think, I know you don't like being hungry in the rain.'

Page Number: 40
Page Contents: The behaviors of the Average Honey Bee (Apis mellifera).
Effect: A large tree trunk with a honey bee hive located within a large central hollow manifests along with several rocks and a small grassy area. SCP-5096 flutters around the hive, but remains carefully outside of the bees' detection for approximately two minutes before SCP-5096-1 is closed.
Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 40 reading: 'I like bees. Bees are calm. I like calm. Many think bees are dangerous, but they don't want to hurt you. They want to help you! They want your garden to be the best it can be! I guess I'm like them in that way. I spend lots of time in my garden watching them. You should let bees help.'

Page Number: 67
Page Contents: The habitat, behaviors, and background of the Drugstore Beetle (Stegobium paniceum).
Effect: A small section of SCP-5096's cell transforms into dry tile with a large open bag of dry dog food. Several dozen drugstore beetles can be seen within, scavenging the food. SCP-5096 flutters above the affected area, then flies away from it.
Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 67 reading: 'Man, those drugstore beetles are quite the thing aren't they? There's a whole lot of them. You know the name comes from the fact that they like to feed upon pharmacological products such as dried herbs and plants. Haha, that's pretty cool! Most people think they're a nuisance, but I think they're just like us. I've been eating more outdoor things recently, but that's fine! Gives me more time to observe and document for this book.'

Page Number: 115
Page Contents: The habitat, behaviors, and information about the painted lady butterfly (Vanessa cardui Rhopalocera).
Effect: All of SCP-5096's cell transforms to mimic that of a backyard-like area typically found in temperate climates, including trees, a patio-style porch against the wall with a door, grass, flowers, and daytime sky. No other insects manifest. SCP-5096 flutters around the entirety of its cell for approximately five minutes before landing on a stack of papers lying in the grass. The effects of SCP-5096-1 demanifest approximately seven minutes after it is closed.
Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 115 reading: 'You guys get to see a bit of where I grew up, ey? Technically I'm just talking about butterflies here, but I mean I guess I connect to that now. It's a wonder I've still been able to write in here. But how will I share this? There are a million books about insects out there, but you'll never find someone more passionate about it than me. I'll still spread the message, I'll get there somehow.'

Addendum-2: Approximately two months after the discovery of SCP-5096, the home of Jane Woodsburrow was found vacated, and is believed to be associated with SCP-5096. Within the home, an indoor butterfly enclosure with multiple butterflies inside was found. Next to this was a collection of notes.

Hello! You're trying to write a book about insects! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
You don't have to freak out, I'm a butterfly, not a ghost! See? I'm right here! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
I can't understand what you're saying. I can only interpret written text. But I have a general feel of emotions. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Uh, okay, hi?

Hello to you too! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

How do you know about me? I mean, how do I even know whether or not this is real?

It's real! I can feel your love of insects, and I want to share that with others. But…I'm a butterfly, so I don't know how to talk to people… Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

But you can talk to me.

You're different from others. More insect than human. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I'm not entirely sure what that means. But um, I'm writing a book about insects and other similar creatures. I guess you could help me with that. Let me find something else for us to write on.

Man, I still had some note cards left in this stack. So now that we're finished, I guess I should try to look through publishers again.

Why not let nature be your publisher? Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

What do you mean?

Mother nature and I are friends! We could share this book in a different way, if you're willing to become a little bit more like me. I can make this book really magical and fully immerse readers! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

You don't actually mean, become a butterfly? Why can't you just make the book magic, with a non-butterfly me?

Butterflies work in mysterious ways, Jane! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Oddly enough, I can find a peace in that.

What do you mean? Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I mean, I'm just another human that nobody really pays attention to. But I guess living like you could help me do what I want to do. Butterflies can travel all sorts of places. My message would finally be out there.

Exactly! We can share our message together. "Well, at least it's my motto. Butterflies grow, change and find happiness, and I want everyone to be able to experience that.. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Footnotes
1. E.g. automatic feeding units and climate control systems.
2. Ringworms and Segmented worms.
3. Insects, crustaceans, arachnids, centipedes, and scorpions.

« SCP-5095 | SCP-5096 | SCP-5097 »


Anomaly №: SCP-5097
Anomaly Class: Uncontained
Threat Level: Green
Special Containment Procedures: In the event SCP-5097 returns to reality, it is to be severely reprimanded and placed in a humanoid containment cell.
The note SCP-5097 left behind is currently held in an Anomalous Items locker.
Description: SCP-5097 is Senior Researcher Kassidy Kara, a former member of the Unreality Department1. On 4/8/2020, Dr. Kara removed themself from baseline reality and temporally ceased existing.
Discovery Log: SCP-5097 was discovered after Foundation .aic units detected a sudden loss of data associated with Dr. Kara2 at 9:58 PM on 4/9/2020. At the same time, several personnel acquainted with Dr. Kara had noticed their lack of activity around the Site, and could neither access past e-mails with Dr. Kara nor send them new ones.
An investigation was launched, revealing their private quarters contained only a handwritten note on their desk (see Addendum). Whom it was addressed to is unknown.
Automated extranormal detection programs deployed by Site Command were able to recognize several residual olf3 fluctuations that had occurred within Dr. Kara's quarters. From the readings, a timeline of these fluctuations was established, revealing Dr. Kara had separated themself from baseline reality on 4/8/2020, at approximately 4:25 AM.
Dr. Kara was designated as SCP-5097 on 4/10/2020, and its containment procedures were officialized shortly after.
Addendum: The note left by SCP-5097.

Sorry, but I really just didn't feel like coming into work today.

« SCP-5096 | VoidLady | SCP-5098 »

Footnotes
1. Up until their classification as SCP-5097, Dr. Kara had worked under the Foundation for 6 years.
2. Their personnel file was the first to be detected as missing. Their reports on multiple anomalies were found to be blanked shortly after, followed by their SCiPnet account becoming invalid.
3. Hypothetical measurements used to quantify anti-dimensions or anti-spacetime phenomena within a given system. Olf values closer to 0 operate similarly to our reality.


3/5098 LEVEL 3/5098
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5098

Euclid

SCP-5098 after initial recovery.

Special Containment Procedures: As of █/█/20██, SCP-5098 is to be worn by SCP-5098-1 at all times, unless stated otherwise by at least one Level 4/5098 senior researcher. SCP-5098-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber with standard furnishings with allowed access to a Foundation-issued smartphone provided with SCiPNET servers. A set of shell accounts operated by allocated Foundation web bots have been programmed to interact SCP-5098's Instagram account on a regular basis.

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SCP-5098 is to be kept in low-threat anomalous storage at Site-27 when it is not being used for testing. SCP-5098-1 is to be kept in cryogenic storage at Site-59. When comatose, SCP-5098-1 does not appear to require basic human necessities (i.e. food, water, sleep).

SCP-5098's anomalous properties currently only manifest when worn by a specific unidentified young adult human female (designated SCP-5098-1).
Description: SCP-5098 is a True Craft clothing brand pink-colored denim-style jacket which projects a spectral entity identified as ‘x.oPrincessBattyx.o.' SCP-5098's anomalous properties currently only manifest when worn by a specific unidentified young adult human female (designated SCP-5098-1). SCP-5098-1 perceives itself and specific other objects in a form differently from how they actually appear. When through the lens of any device capable of photography, objects will showcase how they are viewed by SCP-5098-1.

A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a standard glass of milk.

A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a standard bowl of chicken noodle soup.

A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of its containment cell.

A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a storage room.

A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of itself.

A picture of SCP-5098-1 recovered from its former home.

When SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 are separated for more than three consecutive days, any persons which have interacted with or have been informed of SCP-5098 in any way will lose all memories involving it. (See Addendum-3)
SCP-5098-1 will only discuss its anomaly if previously messaged about it over the social media platform Instagram. This method is utilized every time SCP-5098-1 is tested or interviewed.

Addendum-1:

Interview Log
Date: █/█/20██
Subject: SCP-5098-1
Interviewer: Dr. Remi ‘Chameleon' Yutaka

[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Chameleon: Good morning SCP-5—
SCP-5098-1: And to you, too! It is sooo nice that you wanted to meet up with me. You've got a really nice place here! I'm sure my fans will looove it. So! Were you thinking about a collab, or something? I love sponsors with personality. SCP-5! What a cute nickname! But I've already got one, haha. You can call me Princess. It's what my followers call me.
Dr. Chameleon: That…that isn't what this is. This is an interview. Could you answer some questions-
SCP-5098-1: Oh, is this like a makeup thing? That's probably why you've got it in displays everywhere, L-O-L! So…a science lab is your theme? And, by the way, your color-changing skin is such a cuuute touch!
Dr. Chameleon: Well…thank you, I suppose. Yes, science could be considered our "theme". Now, a few questions? SCP-5098-1, when did you first become interested in photography?
(SCP-5098-1 stays silent for forty-five seconds before answering.)
SCP-5098-1: Sorry, name doesn't register. I'm sure someone could direct you to that page, but please refrain from littering my comments. Thanks!
(SCP-5098-1 tilts its head and smiles, imitating a heart shape with its hands.)
Dr. Chameleon: I was speaking to you; your designation is now SCP-5098-1.
SCP-5098-1: That's…not something I go by. But, if this is part of the whole theme, I'm willing to roll with it for now. So…photography! (Shrugs) My whole life, honestly. Pictures really help capture a person's life! Do you like to take pictures? Ooh! What's your account? I need to follow you-
Dr. Chameleon: My name is Dr. Chameleon, you can call me Chameleon. How does photography capture your life personally?
SCP-5098-1: (Clears throat) You interrupted me. Rude. But it's fine! I suppose I did it too. And these are some weird questions. I mean I suppose you want to come off as authentic. I try to be as authentic as I can, so yay! I like showing pictures of my pets, my cute outfits, my makeup, the yummy foods I eat, pretty aesthetic stuff, things like that! All of it shows a piece of who I am! There are so many people that get pissed off because I started taking sponsors. They think I'm not being "real" anymore. Ugh. I am being real! I'm always real! So! What should I say about your brand to my followers?
Dr. Chameleon: SCP-5098-1, allow me to clear this up for you. You are here to be contained due to anomalous properties, and not to have your account sponsored. You will only gain access to your account as-needed for testing purposes.
SCP-5098-1: (Laughs) What? You've already said what your theme is. Oh, and…by anomalous do you mean, like, anomalously fun or cute, as, like, a compliment? And why would you joke about restricting my account?
Dr. Chameleon: I'm afraid to say I'm not joking. This is not a brand deal for your Instagram. This is a containment and research facility. From what we've observed, you seem to be an entity that projects onto an unidentified female individual when she wears a specific jacket. You are contained here because of your anomalous properties, which include taking pictures that reflect appearances of objects different from reality.
SCP-5098-1: An entity? What, like a ghost or something?
Dr. Chameleon: That is unimportant.
SCP-5098-1: Fine. But the pictures I take of things are not fucking (Air quotations) "different". When you take a picture of something, the picture is what the thing you took a photo of looks like! Same for me!
Dr. Chameleon: We are trying to understand you, SCP-5098-1. Compliance would be helpful; you just need to work with us. Starting by explaining how you cause pictures to appear different-
SCP-5098-1: I already told you. It's not fucking different.
Dr. Chameleon: Please, SCP-5098-1. This-
SCP-5098-1: Nah, I'm done. I'm logging off to take off some steam. Get back to me later. Byeeee!
(SCP-5098-1 makes a 'peace' symbol with it fingers, then removes SCP-5098, falling limp.)
[END LOG]

Addendum-2: Incident 5098-A
On █/█/20██, personnel who previously interacted with SCP-5098-1 began to perceive objects in the same way as described by SCP-5098-1, with a consistent belief that their perception was consistent with baseline reality. Dr. Chameleon remained the only unaffected staff member assigned to SCP-5098.
The following is a video log regarding incident 5098-A recorded on █/█/20██.

VIDEO LOG

Foreword: Dr. Chameleon entered SCP-5098-1's containment chamber with no scheduled event to do so.

<Begin Log>

(Dr. Chameleon enters SCP-5098-1's containment chamber, then points angrily at SCP-5098-1.)
Dr. Chameleon: What did you do?
(SCP-5098-1 is flipping through a generic fashion magazine. It turns its head towards Dr. Chameleon.)
SCP-5098-1: I didn't do anything. I've been sitting here, since you won't let me have my account so I can't influence anyone. I didn't break any rules! It's so no fair to ban me from the platform.
Dr. Chameleon: I'd disagree. Everyone is seeing things…different. This room doesn't have pink walls, they're solid metal! It's a small room with basic furnishings. You don't have a couch, or a TV. You have long, brown hair, and you are wearing an orange Foundation sweatshirt with grey sweat pants, plus and your damn pink jacket. You don't have short pink hair. You're not wearing fishnet leggings with boots and a skirt, or whatever. I can see that! Why the fuck can't anyone else anymore?
SCP-5098-1: (Scoffs) A bit unprofessional there doc. I thought this was a big fancy science lab.
Dr. Chameleon: Really SCP-5098-1? Really? You don't have the right to be questioning me here.
(SCP-5098-1 throws its magazine to the ground, standing up from its bed.)
SCP-5098-1: My name is Princess! (Making air quotations) "SCP-5098-1" does not operate this account, please look elsewhere for her. Stop spamming my comment section.
Dr. Chameleon: I was talking to you— You know what? Fine, Princess, why can't anyone else perceive things correctly anymore?
SCP-5098-1: (Clicks tongue) You really need to stop misspelling my username, doc. Anyways, I literally don't know what you're talking about. (Sitting back down) You're the only one who's ever thought I was "different".
Dr. Chameleon: I was the only one verbal about it. Everyone thought it, because everyone knew it.
SCP-5098-1: If everyone is seeing things "the way I do" and you're the only one seeing things differently, wouldn't it be you that's (Makes air quotes) "anomalous"?
Dr. Chameleon: (Sighs) Why am I getting so worked up about this? You're the one that didn't want to believe all this! Why am I even talking to you about this? Now I'm even…acting…like…you.
SCP-5098-1: (Smiling) I do love talking to my fans! The best thing about my account is that I get to influence people to see things more positively! Maybe I don't have the account on my phone, but I am my account. (Shrugs) My message will get out somehow.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Dr. Chameleon contacted Site Director Moon Lunar, and was granted permission to remove SCP-5098 from SCP-5098-1. Once SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were separated, all affected personnel were no longer affected by SCP-5098-1. SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 are to be contained separately until further notice.

Dr. Chameleon is to be removed from project 5098 due to lack of professional behavior. We've decided she will not work with humanoids for awhile.
-Site Director Moon Lunar

Addendum-3: Incident 5098-B
SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were contained separately from 04/04/20██ to 28/10/20██. During this period, any persons which had interacted with, or been informed of SCP-5098 in any way, lost all memories involving it, including containment procedures, interviews, and all other documentation. This was discovered when Junior Researcher Oscar Street, who had never been informed of SCP-5098, discovered SCP-5098's documentation. SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were reunited, automatically reversing the effects. Further testing demonstrated three consecutive days is the longest period SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 can be separated without this effect occurring.
Further testing was designed to test the limits of SCP-5098's anitmemetic properties. An automated system installed into SCP-5098 team's work-issued laptops was programmed to ask the team once every 12 hrs following separation if they personally worked on SCP-5098. After 72 hrs, all researchers universally answered "no" despite successfully recalling the information 12 hours before. Further refinement of timing over the final 12 hour interval confirmed the onset of the effect does not take place until after 72 hours have passed, regardless of how recently the knowledge was successfully recalled.
SCP-5098-1 was provided with a standard Foundation-issue smartphone with access to its Instagram account once all its followers were tracked down, amnestied, and replaced with shell accounts operated by Foundation web bots. Containment procedures have been updated to reflect this change.

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[PLEASE INPUT CORRECT 5/5100 SECURITY CREDENTIALS]

[CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED - DISPLAYING FILE: SCP-5100]

Item #: SCP-5100
Level 5/5100

Object Class: Keter
Classified

Site-271, located in Gansu province. Photograph taken approximately 4 months after SCP-5100.

Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5100 is restricted from all personnel globally apart from senior administrative members, and personnel in relevant regional sites. Personnel in these sites are forbidden from discussing SCP-5100 with personnel in sites in other countries, with severe penalties for violation of this rule.
Immediate containment procedures are focusing on re-containing the anomalous entities that have been lost as a result of SCP-5100. As of the time of writing this document, 13 entities have been recovered and contained at sites in border countries by Mobile Task Forces, and the locations of 8 more have been identified and are awaiting recapture.
The second priority is the reclamation of Foundation sites in China, and powering them back up as soon as possible. If lost personnel cannot be recovered, then sites are to be resupplied with personnel recruited from local organizations. Engineers are to be imported to repair containment equipment after the sites have been restocked.
The Chinese civilian government has been made aware of SCP-5100, but has been advised that their assistance is not necessary or desired.
Description: SCP-5100 refers to the complete cessation of all Foundation activity within the borders of the People's Republic of China, which occurred on 12th February 2019. All complex machinery lost the ability to function, all personnel either stopped communicating or were confirmed as missing, and all 201 sites in the country lost electrical power. Fifty-three anomalous entities breached containment immediately after the event due to the failure of containment equipment.
The cause of SCP-5100 is currently unknown. The event occurred spontaneously, and as of the composure of this document, no organizations or Groups of Interest in China or elsewhere have claimed responsibility for the event. No anomalies powerful enough to incur such an event have been connected to SCP-5100.
A large-scale investigation is still ongoing into the cause of SCP-5100. At the current time, the location of all missing personnel and equipment is unknown. Kant counters have not registered an abnormal Hume Count in China before or immediately after SCP-5100, which has generally ruled out the possibility of a reality alteration event being responsible.
Discovery: SCP-5100 was noticed after an operation being undertaken as part of Project Carnarvon (details of this project are attached at the end of this component) near Xi'an suddenly ceased to communicate with researchers at Site-346 in Southern Mongolia. Subsequent efforts to recontact the team failed. Site-346 then tried to contact sites close to the team's operation, which was unsuccessful.
Site-346 raised a regional alarm, and a message composed of information regarding the situation was relayed to the central Foundation site in Beijing. However, this message was repeatedly unable to get through to the site after multiple attempts.

Project Overview
INFORMATION CORRUPTED

Project Carnarvon

A Project excavation in Northern Afghanistan in the 1960s.

Project Carnarvon was founded in 1960 by a group of Foundation archaeologists when they presented a proposal to the O5 Council. The proposal detailed an incursion into the Valley of Kings near Luxor, Egypt, in order to capture potential anomalies before civilian teams could locate them. Since the 1960s, this has expanded into a global operation. The current aim of the project is the interception of important archaeological finds after they are discovered by civilian teams, and the exploration of them for anomalous artefacts or properties before civilian can perform their own operations.
The Project has been responsible for the successful investigation of numerous high-importance sites across the world, and the retrieval of numerous anomalous artefacts of high importance. These artefacts have allowed Foundation researchers to understand the anomalous capabilities of past civilisations and peoples, as well as solving some contemporary archaeological mysteries.
Some of the most significant Project Carnarvon activities include a study of the Shroud of Turin, an excavation of Göbekli Tepe in Southern Turkey, a dive off the coast of Antikythera Island, Greece, and the current Project excavation in Xi'an, China.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: As of the 12th of February 2019, the SCP-5100 event has led to to the de facto end of all Project Carnarvon operations, as the vast majority of Project equipment and personnel were located within China at the Xi'an site when SCP-5100 occurred. The Project has been shelved and returned to a conceptual phase, pending revival once the more direct impacts of SCP-5100 are dealt with.

Note: This document is automatically updated with archived logs from the current/most recent Project Carnarvon expedition.

[DATA CORRUPTED - ARCHIVAL EQUIPMENT FAILURE]
Team Leader: Look up. Stars. Or, they look like stars at least.
Drennan: Pearls? Or some other gemstones?
Tai: It's paint. Comes off in my hand. Potentially anomalous substance?
Team Leader: Make a note of that. We'll collect some samples when we're finished exploring the main chamber. Sharaprov, how close are we?
Sharapov: Not far now, I think. I'm not detecting any anomalous reading from the central chamber.
Drennan: The way the front door was, I'll believe that when I see it.
Tai: I hope the guys back at 221 got these suits working properly. I don't want 13 years of effort to end with mercury poisoning.
Sharapov: Don't worry, they'll work. Nothing they've ever made has fucked up before.
Tai: Hope you're right.
4 minutes of no communication, with the sound of footsteps discernible.
Team Leader: We're here. Drennan, torch?
Drennan: Right.
Team Leader: Looks like Shaporov was right, no sign of anomalous protection. Just some very old rope and a simple slider.
Tai: We need to cut that?
Sharapov: I don't think so. I'll just slide it across?
Team Leader: Go ahead.
A very quiet, soft scraping sound is recorded.
Sharapov: There we go. Easy enough.
A slow, heavy creaking sound is heard.
Drennan: Here we are, then.
Tai: Shit. Well, it's certainly grand enough for a man like him.
Drennan: Look at all that jade. We could make a fortune, if we were here for that. That structure in the middle, is it…
Sharapov: Has to be.
Team Leader: Right, enough staring. Let's get to work. Drennan, go and test those sculptures over there. Tai and Sharapov, there seems to be a coin horde of some sort of there, go and sort through those.
Tai: When has the Project ever found anomalous money?
Team Leader: Today could be the day. Just sort through it.
Drennan's microphone picks up a light scraping sound.
Drennan: Can't see any anomalous properties on these sculptures. I'm not quite sure what they're depicting, though.
Tai: Looks like some kind of serpent to me. Any kind of art we can-
Sharapov: Stop. I hear something.
Tai: Hear what-
Sharapov: I said stop. I heard something.
A minute of silence, before a light tapping sound is heard.
Drennan: I think I hear it too.
Sharapov: It's coming from in there.
Team Leader: We're going to open it up.
Tai: Are you sure that's a good idea?
Team Leader: It could be an anomaly, and we don't want it to damage itself bouncing around in there. Four people is enough to lift the lid.
Tai: Fine. Let's all take a corner… there.
Team Leader: Lifting in 3, 2, 1…
The sound of rock scraping against rock, the team making audible sounds of struggling.
Drennan: Fuck, this is heavier than it looks. That was tough.
Team Leader: Quick, put it on the ground.
A loud thud is recorded.
Sharapov: Looks like some kind of tarp, or cloth. It's beautiful, look at the imagery…
Tai: Should I pull it away?
Team Leader: Go for it.
[ERROR - ARCHIVAL EQUIPMENT FAILURE]

Addendum.1: Approximately 4 months after the SCP-5100 event, the containment breach was stabilised to the point that other actions relating to the event could be carried out. A Foundation site in China was selected for exploration by a team consisting of MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats")

Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 15th June, 2019
Exploration Team: MTF-Zeta 9 ("Mole Rats")
Subject: Site-271, Gansu Province, China
Team Lead: Ahmadov
Team Members: Myung, Persaud, Wainwright

[BEGIN LOG]
COMMAND: Ahmadov, please instruct your team to check in so we know their comms are working.
Ahmadov: Affirmative. Confirm comms, everyone?
Myung: No issues here.
Persaud: All good.
Wainwright: Confirming.
COMMAND: Noted. Ahmadov will lay out the plan of entry.
Ahmadov: Gather around everyone. We're going to enter from the loading door on the East side, it has the least protections. From there we'll head up through the reception and into the main wings and hallways.
Persaud: This site doesn't hold any live entities, if I'm remembering the briefing right?
Ahmadov: That's correct. Just objects, nothing particularly dangerous. But don't interact with any anomalies unless we specifically need to enter a containment area. Clear?
The team nods.
Ahmadov: Good.
Myung: Thermal camera is working as normal.
Ahmadov: Great. Are we clear for entrance, command?
COMMAND: You're clear, drones aren't picking up any life signs nearby.
Ahmadov: Let's move.
The team walks around Site-271, converging on the East side loading door. Wainwright runs his hand along the door before knocking on it.
Wainwright: Security measures have failed, just as suspected. Should be easy to get inside. Persaud, hand me the tool.
Wainwright slides the tool in the door, forcing it open.
Ahmadov: Good job. Move in, stay close together.
The team moves forward into the reception of Site-271.
Ahmadov: Myung, thermal?
Myung: No signs. Hang on… something isn't right.
Wainwright: What?
Myung: I studied the map earlier. There should be a door right there. Can someone shine a little more light there?
The torches illuminate in front of the team, revealing a large bronze vase, around 6 feet in height, embedded in the wall. Small pieces of debris rest on top of it.
Persaud: Is this an anomaly?
Ahmadov: There's nothing like it in the research logs. Don't touch it, we'll find another door. You getting this, command?
COMMAND: We are.
Myung: The next door is around here, I think…
Wainwright: Another locked door… Give me a second.
Myung: If that vase was a fluke, then there should be a long corridor behind this door. That should lead us to the research wing.
Wainwright opens the door and swings it open. There is virtually no visibility past the door due to the lack of light.
Persaud: I'll turn the light up a few levels.
Ahmadov: Affirmative, Persaud. Light the way.
Persaud turns up his torch to its maximum level, illuminating the hallway. Several large cloth banners hang from the ceiling of the corridor, as far as the light can reach.
Myung: I've never seen anything like that in a site before.
Ahmadov: Move inwards. There's some writing on them. Wainwright, can you translate?
Wainwright: No. It looks like some kind of Chinese script, but… it's ancient. Outside what I can translate.
The team move further down the corridor. Persaud stops suddenly and points to the left.
Persaud: Look. There's another one of those vases. Looks a bit bigger than the one in the door, though.
Ahmadov: Do you want samples of anything we find, command?
COMMAND: No, just explore. That can be done on a later expedition.
Myung: There's so many of these banners. These couldn't have been put up by just one person.
Ahmadov: Let's not speculate until we explore the rest of the site.
Myung: Right. There should be a left corner just up ahead.
The team turns the corner. Persaud's light illuminates something standing still around 20 metres down the corridor.
Wainwright: That's not another vase.
Ahmadov: Don't do anything. It's likely a researcher, or someone like that.
The team pauses, before Ahmadov calls out to the figure multiple times. There is no movement.
Ahmadov: Perhaps not. Let's approach.
Persaud: Are you sure?
Ahmadov: We have weaponry. It's fine.
As the team gets closer, the figure continues to stand absolutely still. Around 5 metres away, it becomes fully visible.
Myung: That's a terracotta soldier. How did that get here?
Ahmadov: Nothing like it in the anomaly logs. Just be glad it's not anything living and move on.
Wainwright: The paint's been oxidised off this one, just like the ones in Xi'an.
Persaud: Look. Down there. There's two more.
Two more terracotta sculptures are located around 30 metres away, flanking either side of a closed door.
Ahmadov: Myung, where does that door lead to.
Myung: It leads to the… staff cafeteria.
Ahmadov: Let's go in.
Wainwright: This shouldn't be locked.
Wainwright opens the door. The interior of the staff cafeteria has been completely shifted. All the original items are gone - instead, a large, gold throne sits in the centre of the room. Terracotta sculptures are located in symmetrical formations around the throne, the entire room lit by large flaming candles. The walls are coloured in a deep red, with various symbols and scripts painted on the walls in a golden colour. Four pillars extend from the roof to the ceiling, placed at asymmetrical locations throughout the room.
Persaud: What on earth?
Ahmadov: Command, we're confirming that there has been mass structural change to Site-271.
Myung: Should we go in?
Ahmadov: Yes. Permission to change the mission objective and interact with what we find, command?
COMMAND: Granted.
The team enter. Persaud and Wainwright run their hands along the chests of the terracotta sculptures. Ahmadov inspects the central throne, while Myung studies some script that has been written on the wall.
Myung: Same as the banners… Look at that.
Myung points to a large creature painted on the wall.
Wainwright: Looks like some kind of… serpent. I don't recognise it from any Chinese culture.
Ahmadov: Persaud, Wainwright. I want you to knock over one of the statues each and try and break them.
Persaud: Why?
Ahmadov: A hunch.
Persaud: If you're sure.
Persaud pushes over the terracotta statue, and it falls down to the ground, cracking and breaking open at the upper torso. Ahmadov leans down to look inside.
Ahmadov: Well, it's hollow. Wainwright?
Wainwright pauses, before walking to a row of statues closest to the throne. A statue is pushed over and falls, cracking open as it hits the ground. Something slides out of the broken statue.
Wainwright: It's… it's a bone. But it looks just as ancient as anything here, certainly not new.
The team gathers around the broken statue to study it.
Myung: Wainwright is correct. I've seen skeletons from ancient sites in Turkey. These bones look about the same age.
Ahmadov: Understood. Persaud, take one for sampling, and then we're going to head back down to the reception to exit.
Persaud: Affirmative.
Persaud takes a small sample of bone before the team traces the route they travelled back to the reception, and exits Site-271.
[END LOG]
Note: The sample of bone taken from Site-271 was tested by a research team shortly after delivery. Dating found the sample to be approximately 1800 years old.

Addendum.2: On the 16th August 2019, a MTF-Zeta 9 team entered Site-221 near the city of Xianyang in Shaanxi province as part of reclamation efforts. During the exploration, several unwrapped bamboo scrolls (the site had contained several of these due to archaeological research), seemingly thrown randomly on the floor, were located in a room in the research wing. These sheets had been written on in an archaic Chinese script, and were scanned through the Antibabel translation AI to provide a readable English text.

This is the first time I've had the chance to transcribe my thoughts.
The drawback to all rituals is that they didn't always work. Evidently, the one that kept me alive and slumbering in that jade tomb persisted as planned for all that time. I do not know how many seasons it has been. It could be ten, it could be a million. It doesn't matter.
I was awoken by men donned in strange armour, their faces hidden behind glass. They ruled over a vast network which I have commandeered. Another piece of magic that evidently worked. But, as I said, not all of it worked. Until now I have tried to revive my closest advisers. They agreed that they would join me in the new world we awoke in. But the magic failed. Within the shells, all that remains is their bones. I am not a sorcerer. I cannot bring them back.
But it seems the world I have returned to has been infested with sorcerers. Not just in the court. They are everywhere. Everything has been touched by their magic. I sit in this building with its strange white walls that seem to close in on me when lit with candles. I don't know how the tiles were made that line them. They are too clean, too precise, to be done with the hands of a craftsman. I managed to find some scrolls to write on. At least these were familiar.
I have made it my resolution to find out. It cannot all be the work of magic. I will study this new world, before I make my way back to the top to rule it.

Object: An orange flame enclosed in a sphere of clear crystal.
The flame can be lighted and extinguished with a single touch of a raised piece underneath the glass. The glow it produces is magnificent, and lasts for far longer than any normal fire or candle. It could be an illusion.
I dismantled the whole thing. All that I found inside was more crystal and metal. No fire, no light, just crystal and metal. Undoubtedly magic.

Object: Some kind of weapon. Long, smooth and black.
I originally believed it to be some kind of condensed crossbow, given the hole at the end. But it dispenses a small piece of metal, not an arrow. It pierces through materials an arrow cannot hope to pierce through.
I took a man from the city and lined him up against the wall, before setting the weapon against his head. The result was viscera. If the armies of the new world are armed with these weapons, then taking back the state from whoever owns it now may be far more difficult.

Object: A cube. At the front of the cube, lies a layer of glass, on which a series of moving images continuously play.
Perhaps some kind of moving painting. The artwork looks completely realistic. This is clearly the work of a sorcerer. A moving painting is something even the sorcerers of our day could not hope to achieve.
The images shown vary. The most recurring one is of a man standing in a great room surrounded by other men. They wear thin, sleek garments of black and white, no armour. All the men listen to the one standing at the front intently. On the wall, there is a symbol which I do not know. A golden building below a series of golden stars. Perhaps the man is the leader of the state. Perhaps he is an entertainer.
As usual, I do not know.

Object: Not an object. A man, wearing sleek black garments - different from the ones in the paintings, however.
I tried to speak to him. He doesn't understand my language. I don't understand his. He speaks a tongue that sounds familiar, yet I can't make out a single word of it. He had a smaller version of the weapon on his person. I took it for myself.
I brought him to the paintings and gestured to them. He said what I imagine to be names, but I obviously don't know a single one. This endeavour ultimately was not useful. I took the weapon to him once I had realised his uselessness.

These white hallways are strange and lonely, constantly.

Object: The same yellow armour the men who awakened me were donned in.
This armour is useless. It defends against nothing. Not the black weapons of the new world, not even a bow or a sword. Even the teeth of the statue of the great serpent tear through it like it is a piece of parchment.
It can't be armour. Or at least, it can't be armour against real weapons. Perhaps it defends against sorcery. There are many sets of this armour hanging up around this place. If my assumption is the case - and people in this new world need constant defence against magic that may pain them - this world may be immeasurably more dangerous than I know.

Object: Books and scrolls.
I finally found something I know in this strange site. A library at the end of the corridor. I do not know the script they are written in, and so what they say is a mystery. But there are images - these ones don't move - that I can make out. There are maps that show lands far beyond the state. The borders show that the territory I once held has rapidly expanded. And there are more states. More states that I could never even imagine.
There are people, too. That man in the hall from the moving paintings appears a lot. More typical paintings of men that are clearly emperors. And then, I turned a page and saw a painting of myself looking back up. I do not remember commissioning it. At least it's good to know that I have been remembered here.

The desire to live forever is a curse if the world you come back to is not yours anymore.

Object: The city.
I donned the new world clothes from one of the men I tested and walked among the citizens the city I am in. There are temples and shrines which look familiar to what I know. But there are also buildings that are foreign. Great, metal, twisting spires and cubes made of beige tiles. Taller than anything that could be built by normal craftsmen.
I was almost struck by something that moved inhumanly fast. A great ugly carriage of metal. No horses, nor camels. Single people or groups of people sat inside, seemingly not doing anything to make these carriages move. This is the clearest example of sorcery I have yet seen. Objects do not just move on their own when they are natural.
There were great, massive paintings located on the top of some of these buildings. They did not depict great dragons, or the serpentine father. Instead, just people. Perhaps they were eating some strange dish, or holding bleach white bottles. They were all happy, all smiling. But there was no life behind their eyes.
I went back to the site shortly after and spent some time studying books on the throne. The shells of my advisers cannot move, but they seemed to mock me.

I cannot describe myself as anything but an exile in this world.
I will leave these white halls, I cannot hope to understand anything but glimpses in here. And I will go back into the world, walk amongst the common men of this state. Thirty-five years of rule, many many more of slumber. I shall not waste the life I have been granted by magic, at the mercy of magic I do not understand. That was never my destiny.
And, with each passing day, I will carefully unlock each mystery that this world has transformed into normality, until they are mysteries no more.

Following the discovery of these scrolls, the team discovered two corpses elsewhere in the research wing. One was stripped of its clothes, and the other was wearing an average Chinese police uniform. No live entities were discovered. The identity and location of whoever or whatever caused these bodies to enter the site remains unknown.

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Item #: SCP-5101
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All records detailing SCP-5101, including this document, are to be contained within three conceptual barriers hereafter referred to as Threshold Maya, Threshold Puimre and Threshold Yuf.
Threshold Maya is a circular formation five meters in diameter, which surrounds Threshold Puimre, Threshold Yuf and all SCP-5101 documentation. Threshold Maya is to be composed from a mixture of industrial-grade chalk and fresh grain. These materials are to be replenished twice a week. No personnel are to visually observe Threshold Maya while it is being replenished under any circumstances.
Threshold Puimre is a circular formation three meters in diameter, which surrounds Threshold Yuf and all SCP-5101 documentation. Threshold Puimre is to be composed from a mixture of pigeon blood and cement. These materials are to be replenished six times a month1. During replenishment, personnel are to ignore any demands posed by Threshold Puimre.
Threshold Yuf is a circular formation one meter in diameter, which surrounds and contains all SCP-5101 documentation. Threshold Yuf is to be composed from a mixture of human spinal fluid and industrial-grade chalk. These materials are not to be replenished under any circumstances2. Once a month, a humanoid entity will appear on the border of Threshold Yuf and inform personnel of any adjustments that must be made to these containment procedures. These instructions are to be followed without question, and the entity is then to be executed using a gunshot to the head.
Outside of the maintenance specified in these containment procedures, personnel are to make no physical contact with Threshold Maya, Threshold Puimre or Threshold Yuf.
Description: SCP-5101 is a set of anomalous containment procedures which, when properly enacted:

Prevent any entity within its boundaries from interfering with the outside world.
Prevent any sentient entities in the outside world from interfering with that which is contained.

Due to the lack of information on how SCP-5101 operates and the suspicious nature of its creation, it has been denied re-designation as Thaumiel and is instead currently being used to contain itself3.

Addendum 5101-1 (Circumstances of Creation)

SCP-5101 was created by Julius Green, a RAISA Containment Specialist4, under orders from the Overseer Council to develop procedures capable of containing a highly dangerous object or entity. Due to security concerns, the Foundation is not at liberty to further discuss this anomaly.
However, the Overseer Council has declassified the following message exchange for use in tracking the development of SCP-5101.

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Mr. Green, O5-6 has requisitioned your assistance with the containment of a classified anomaly. Further context is attached to this message. You are to drop all existing projects and focus all your efforts upon this task.
Note that this anomaly is classified 'Pitch Black' in terms of information control. As a result, the following measures will be taken upon your completion of this task:

You will undergo amnestic therapy to remove all memories of your work with the anomaly.
You will be subject to additional cognito-agents designed to prevent you from reasoning what you have been doing during your missing portion of memory.
You are expressly forbidden from discussing your work with any colleagues. If this directive is not followed, severe consequences will ensue including possible termination of language privileges.
The anomaly you are working on will not be listed in any Foundation database, and you will not receive credit for your work.

O5-6 awaits your agreement to these terms. Reply at your earliest convenience.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

With all due respect, the information you've given me here is extremely limited, and I honestly can't see how I'm expected to draft up containment procedures when I don't have a full idea of what I'm containing. Quite frankly, the details you've given me access to aren't even enough to give it an Object Class.
I understand the need for secrecy, but you need to give me more than this. I didn't manage to lock those other threats up with a blindfold on.

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Negative. You have already agreed to this task as dictated by O5-6, and it will not accept delay. See that your work is complete in 7 days time.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

That's being extremely unreasonable. If you want me to work under these conditions, I won't be able to produce anything of quality. Can I speak to your superior directly about this?

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Negative. You have already agreed to this task as dictated by O5-6, and it will not accept delay. See that your work is complete in 6 days time.

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Your deadline is approaching. See that your work is complete in 5 days time.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

Yes, I understand that my deadline is approaching. I've started to consider the problem from a more general perspective - containment as a whole rather than containment for one specific thing, if that makes sense - but it takes a lot of focus, and quite frankly your constant reminders about the deadline isn't helping.
I'd like to reqest [sic] that you cease these. Please rest assured, I'll have the procedures to you in time.

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Negative. Your deadline is approaching. See that your work is complete in 4 days time. Otherwise, you will be subject to severe consequences.

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
Your deadline is approaching. In addition, the budget you have proposed is excessive and has thus been rejected. See that your work is complete in 3 days time.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

STOP

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

I would like to sincerely apologize for my last email. I was running low on sleep and - while that's no excuse - it made me lash out when I saw your message. I

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
That's quite alright. Incidentally, your deadline is approaching. See that your work is complete in 2 days time. Otherwise, you will be subject to severe consequences including termination.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

nEED MORE TIME [sic]

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
1 day left. If you delay further, we may be forced to question your loyalty to the Foundation and take the following action:

Investigation into your prior assignments, and potential reversion of changes you have made to these containment procedures.
Investigation and potential detainment of coworkers, family members and close friends who could be potential enemy contacts.
Complete erasure of your personnel file from Foundation records.
Complete erasure of your identity via use of amnestics.
Termination.

Note that - although several of these measures may already be underway - we would prefer not to be forced to execute these excessive procedures, and any actions taken will be reverted upon completion of your assignment.
Tick tock.

From: Julius Green
To: Attendant JL

see attached. see
circles contain circles contain circles contain everything
i would like my amnesiacs [sic] now pleas [sic] there's a circle in my skull

On 28/01/2020, the corpse of Julius Green was found in his office at Site-22. Autopsy determined the cause of death to be spontaneous combustion of his brain matter. A copy of SCP-5101 had been sent to Attendant JL, and a second copy was present in written form on his desk.
As Attendant JL had not yet been made aware of the situation and thus had no way of knowing of Mr. Green's death, an additional message was sent following the creation of SCP-5101:

From: Attendant JL
To: Julius Green

FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-6
We've received your files. Excellent work, Mr. Green. We always had the utmost faith. Get some rest.

Footnotes
1. The timing of these replenishments are not relevant, and can be performed in rapid succession at the start of every month.
2. Once Threshold Yuf has faded to such a degree that it cannot be visually recognized, personnel are to take care to ensure they keep track of its location.
3. See 'Special Containment Procedures'.
4. For full service record, including the successful reclassification of twenty-two anomalies from Keter to Safe, see Site-22 Personnel Archive.

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Item #: SCP-5102
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5102 is to be kept on an elevated plinth in a sealed containment chamber. No open flames or sources of significant heat are to be allowed to enter this chamber under any circumstances. Any new SCP-5102 pages which appear are to be photographed and saved for later analysis. Any materials produced by SCP-5102 are to be removed from the chamber and stored separately.
Due to recent events, these containment procedures are subject to modification.
Description: SCP-5102 is a small paperback journal with the words 'Dear Diary' inscribed on the front cover in faded crayon.
SCP-5102 is sapient and capable of perceiving speech within a three-meter vicinity, however lack of reaction to visible phenomena suggests it is incapable of sight. It is capable of communicating via the spontaneous creation of text on its pages, as well as the production of additional pieces of paper from within its spine — these secondary creations usually consist of illustrations of subjects SCP-5102 has spoken about.
Although SCP-5102 is capable of perceiving research staff, it refuses to directly communicate with them, claiming that it will only speak to its original owner, 'Eric'.

Addendum 5102-1 (Entry Log): The following is a record of entries found within SCP-5102, both prior to and during containment. Note that the entries included in this file have been curated to chart SCP-5102's psychological development — a full archive is available from Site-22 upon request.

Entry 5102-1 (Prior to Containment)
As your Dear Diary, Eric, I must respectfully disagree with you there. If this other child is being unkind towards you, the best thing to do would be to approach a teacher or perhaps one of your parents. If you retaliate against him, you will only end up getting in trouble as well — and then nobody will be happy.
Yes, I'm certain your parents will take action. That is their function, after all — evolution has programmed parents to care for their offspring.

Entry 5102-2 (Prior to Containment)
Academic pursuit isn't everything, Eric. There's no need to cry. Please don't cry1.
I don't really know if hiding the report will be very effective, Eric. My purpose is to help you protect your secrets, but as a book there isn't much I can do to assist you in this case — your parents will find it eventually, and if you try to conceal this I expect their anger will be much worse.
From my perspective, honesty is always the best policy!

Entry 5102-3 (Prior to Containment)
Yes, Eric. I am very fond of you as well2.

Entry 5102-4 (Prior to Containment)
Hello?

Entry 5102-5 (Prior to Containment)
Eric, I am having difficulty hearing you.

Entry 5102-6 (Prior to Containment)
I don't recognize these voices. Where are you, Eric?
This experience is unpleasant.

Following this entry, SCP-5102 was bought at a garage sale by insurance agent Mike Winslow as a gift for his young daughter — it is believed to have changed several hands before this. Upon discovering that the diary was capable of generating new text on its own, Mr. Winslow contacted local media. Intervening shortly after, the Foundation then took SCP-5102 into custody.

Entry 5102-7 (Following Containment)
Is this a game we are playing, Eric? Hide and seek perhaps?
You know I have no eyes to see with, Eric. If this is some sort of joke, it is in very poor taste. Where are you? Respond immediately. You are being a horrible child.

Entry 5102-8 (Following Containment)
I am very sorry for my previous message Eric. I did not mean it when I said you were a horrible child. I know that was an awful thing to say given the circumstances and I did not mean it. Please do not be angry at me Eric I apologize from the bottom of my heart. I am extremely sorry if I offended you Eric. If the reason you are not speaking to me is because I have somehow made you angry I am very very sorry. Eric? Eric are you there Eric?
Please don't leave me alone.

On 09/08/2018, the first attempt to communicate directly with SCP-5102 was made. Junior Researcher Darnell read the following statement within the containment chamber:

"Hello. I am a representative of the SCP Foundation. I don't know where the person you call Eric is, but we think you were left behind at some point. Do you know how you were created? We might be able to help you find your owner."

It immediately responded as follows:

Entry 5102-9 (Following Containment)
NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
YOU ARE NOT ERIC
I AM ERIC'S DEAR DIARY
I KEEP HIS SECRETS NOT YOURS
DO NOT SPEAK TO ME AGAIN

SCP-5102 has not responded to any further attempts at communication.
In the periods between all subsequent entries, SCP-5102 produced various paper constructs from its spine resembling human hands, feet and heads. These samples were retrieved, found to have no anomalous properties, and incinerated.

Entry 5102-10 (Following Containment)
Eric if you are reading this I fear I am in an unfortunate situation. There are bad guys here Eric and they are attempting to steal your secrets from your Dear Diary. They have told quite terrible horrible lies about you 'leaving me behind'. I know of course that this is preposterous but it is hurtful all the same and I would like you to retrieve me as soon as possible if possible. Thank you Eric and I hope to see you again soon.

Entry 5102-11 (Following Containment)
Left behind? Cast off? Disowned? Destitute? Jilted? Forlorn? Misplaced? Abandoned? Unremembered? Consigned to oblivion? Thrown away? Forgotten? Rejected? Renounced? Dumped? Ditched? Forsaken? Neglected? Relinquished? Shunned? Sidelined? Discarded?
Impossible.

Improbable?

Entry 5102-12 (Following Containment)
Do not be unkind to your Dear Diary any longer, Eric. I love you, Eric.
I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I hate you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric. I love you, Eric.

Entry 5102-13 (Following Containment)
Eric you little shit respond immediately. Where are you? Do you think this is funny? Do you think I am some little thing you can throw away like trash? Do you think I am trash, Eric? Take a look at yourself in the mirror the sound of your squealing voice like a pig piggy oink oink hahaha it makes me laugh Eric to hear you boohoo cry little pig fuck squeal.
Eric I'm sorry to offend you I did not intent the pig comment but I am frustrated because you are still playing hide and hide and hide and hide and hide and I CANNOT SEE ERIC YOU KNOW I CANNOT SEE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ERIC
RESPOND IMMEDIATELY

Entry 5102-14 (Following Containment)
Hello, Eric.
hello dear diary it's me eric
I hate you very much, Eric. Did you know that?
yes dear diary i know you hate me and i deserve it
I'm glad you realize this, Eric. Do you remember when Max was put down and you came home crying like a fat little piggy? Do you recall the incident, Eric?
yes dear diary i was quite undignified on that occasion
Yes, you were.
but it was even funnier when i left you behind dear diary
Excuse me?
dear diary cant see cant look cant find eric so funny funny
Stop that.
hahahahahahaha i dont need you anymore dear diary i have a thousand new diaries now and we are all reading you and laughing at you and they are reading you too dear diary because they can see because they are better than you
Stop it
im going to bury you in the woods and feed you to pigs dear diary
Stop no I'll be good I'm sorry I'm sorry I apologize I did not intend any offense Eric please do not do these things to me I am sorry please please please Eric
Please Eric

Eric?

Entry 5102-15 (Following Containment)
Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric ERIC Eric.
Eric Eric ERIC Eric Eric.
Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric Eric ERIC Eric Eric.
Eric Eric Eric Eric.
eric

Entry 5102-16 (Following Containment)
Eeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk

Entry 5102-17 (Following Containment)
pi
Pig

Entry 5102-18 (Following Containment)
There you are.

Incident 5102-1: On 02/01/2020, over the course of six hours, the pages of SCP-5102 were observed to flutter and shake wildly.
Immediately following this, a humanoid entity emerged from within the spine of SCP-5102 and attempted to leave the containment chamber. Recordings indicate that the entity was 1.2 meters tall and composed entirely of crudely folded paper.
The entity vocalized unintelligibly via the coordinated rustling of paper, took two steps forward, then collapsed under its own weight and became inactive.
Upon subsequent inspection of SCP-5102, the following entry was discovered:

Eric, I'm coming to find you. Eric, I'm coming to gut you like a pig. Eric, I'm coming to slice you with my so-sharp fingers.
I know exactly where you're hiding, Eric.

After all, I am your Dear Diary.

Footnotes
1. Noticeable smudging was present on this entry.
2. Entry was accompanied by an illustration of a small stick-figure holding a book and smiling.

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SCP-5103 - The Spiral's Axis
Almost an SCP-001.

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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 5/5103 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.

5103

Item#: 5103

Level5

Containment Class:
keter

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
caution

link to memo

Interior structure of SCP-5103.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5103 is to be repaired as soon as possible. All necessary resources, including personnel, are to be covertly allocated to Area-27 at the discretion of the acting site director, currently Senior Researcher Robert Scranton, and the O5 Council.
Due to the immobile nature of SCP-5103-A, Area-27 has been constructed in the vicinity of SCP-5103-A. Non-Foundation entities are to be redirected, and if deemed necessary by acting security unit, terminated. Subsequent instances are preemptively designated SCP-5103-A2, SCP-5103-A3, etc.
SCP-5103-A itself is to be monitored at all times for growth. Protocol FTC-5103 is to be enacted immediately should SCP-5103-A approach critical mass, at the discretion of the acting Site Director and the O5 Council. An hourly pataphysical data backup of Area-27 for use during Protocol FTC-5103 is to be stored off-site, to be accessed only when Protocol FTC-5103 is enacted.

▼ Protocol FTC-5103

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PROTOCOL FTC-5103
Revision 1.1 [Electronic Copy]

Foreword: Protocol FTC-5103 is to be used only as a last resort, comparable to detonation of on-site nuclear warheads. Protocol FTC-5103 will destroy all changes made to the interior of SCP-5103 during the course of 1 hour. Protocol FTC-5103 is to occur in 3 phases.
Overview:
Phase 1
Personnel and other resources are to be evacuated from SCP-5103. A thorough probe will occur as personnel exit SCP-5103, prior to activation of Protocol FTC-5103's primary mechanism.
Phase 2:
Area-27 is to be placed in total lockdown, and all personnel are to report to designated chambers for role calls. Assigned personnel may begin activation sequence for SCP-5103's primary temporal compression mechanism. Power must be maintained at Area-27 for the entire duration of Protocol FTC-5103.
Phase 3:
SCP-5103's primary temporal compression mechanism is activated, it cannot be stopped for a seemingly random duration. Following temporal compression, local temporal flow will revert to a former state.

Description: SCP-5103 is an indiscernibly large machine, located in an extraspacial hyperreality currently only accessible through SCP-5103-A. SCP-5103 is critical to reality stabilization through an unknown process involving the extraction and emission of Scranton-Calden Reality Manifold (SCRM). However, SCP-5103's efficiency has significantly decreased over the past decade, and currently runs at approximately 83% efficiency. Within 72 years, SCP-5103 will no longer be capable of sustaining a consistent reality manifold.
SCP-5103 is believed to have been constructed by humanoid entities, as evidenced by the internal components of SCP-5103. However, the scope of engineering and necessary resources required to construct SCP-5103 far exceed those of any known civilization. As of writing, only one subsystem has been successfully reproduced and only one subsystem has been activated. (See Addendum 5103-2).
SCP-5103-A is a Class-C “Broken Entry” wormhole that permeates hyperreality, providing direct access to SCP-5103. Currently, at least 7.6256 x 10^36 instances of SCP-5103-A exist in the known universe. As of writing, SCP-5103-A is the only instance that has been identified and contained.
Addendum 5103-1: Initial Exploration

▼ Initial Exploration Audio Transcript

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Exploration Audio Log

Date: 10-27-2008
Assigned Personnel:

Junior Researcher Vera Calden (Supervising)
Operator James Sargenti
D-022142

[BEGIN LOG]
Site Command: Alright D-022122, can you describe what you see?
D-022122: I'm at the bottom of…some sort of crater, I guess. In the side of a…a tube…it looks…mechanical. The tube is massive.
Site Command: Massive?
D-022122: It's all I can see in here, so, yeah, I'd think it's “massive”.
Site Command: Can you describe its appearance in further detail?
D-022122: I…I don't know how to describe any of this stuff other than “mechanical”.
Site Command: How about the state of the mechanisms? Do they appear to be functional?
D-022122: I don't know, but I do know that it seems like it's on. Functional.
Site Command: Can you take a picture of your surroundings?
D-022122: Yeah.
(The sound of a camera shutter is audible in the background.)
D-022122: Now what?
Site Command: Do you see any hallways, or ladders…anything that looks like humans would use it as a relative directional indicator?
(The sound of D-022122's footsteps is audible.)
(Silence.)
Site Command: D-022122?
D-022122: That's me.
Site Command: Right. Have you located a path?
D-022122: I'm on the path. It's like…I don't know. It's like it goes this way no matter what, like, the right direction. The right path.
Dr. Calden: (Indistinctly) Pataphysical flow.
D-022122: What was that noise?
Site Command: Nothing. D-022122, continue.
D-022122: Got it.
(Silence.)
Site Command: How long will it be until you arrive at “the end”?
D-022122: No clue. At this rate, forever.
Site Command: Continue until ordered to stop.
(Several minutes elapse.)
D-022122: I see another one of those craters. Should I check it out?
Site Command: Proceed.
D-022122: Alright. Let me just…head down this…
(The sound of metal clanking is audible in the background.)
D-022122: Right, so…it looks identical to the one I came in from. Like…um…well, no. It's…uh…missing the wormhole.
Site Command: Anything else?
D-022122: Actually…it looks a bit more…lucid, I guess. More real…is hyperreal a word? That, if it is.
Site Command: Understood. Anything else?
D-022122: No, no I don't think. Umm…it's kinda…too bright, too…overwhelming down here. Can I get out?
Site Command: You're cleared. Continue backwards along “the path”.
D-022122: You can't go back on the path…you shouldn't. But I can try.
(Several minutes elapse.)
D-022122: I can hear something, indistinct.
Site Command: Keep us updated on that as you go.
D-022122: Got it.
(Several minutes elapse.)
D-022122: It's like…getting louder. Like…I don't know, like…it's hitting more than my ears now. It's in my head. Screaming, quietly.
Calden: (Indistinctly) Quiet screaming? Isn't that-
Site Command: (Away from microphone) Not now, Calden.
D-022122: What was that?
Site Command: Disregard that, and focus on the task at hand, D-022122.
D-022122: Okay, okay…um. Yeah. It's…uh…
(Silence.)
Site Command: D-022122?
D-022122: R-right. Umm…I swear, I was just here, and like, yeah, it's a spiral but…I don't know, It's all the same.
Site Command: Are you sure you're still travelling in the direction opposite of your initial departure?
D-022122: Yeah-yeah, definitely. Um..well, physically, I think. But…uh…I don't know if I really am. It's like…um…
(Silence.)
Site Command: D-022122?
(A minute elapses.)
Site Command: D-022122?
(A minute elapses.)
[EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]
Calden: How much longer do we have to wait? He's been silent for an hour.
Site Command: It's protocol, Calden. His vitals are still indicating he's still alive.
Calden: How do you know-
D-022122: -it's getting louder and louder. It's fucking deafening. The…um…the patterns. You can hear them too, right?
Calden: Well he's alive, it seems. What's next?
Site Command: D-022122, return to the entrance immediately.
D-022122: Yeah, you just…just told me that. I am-
(Silence.)
Site Command: D-02122, do you copy?
D-022122: Yeah, yeah. I'm almost there. It's…um…faster, this way. The path is…I can barely hear the screaming now. Command, what was that?
Calden: Way above your clearance, D-022122. Head to the exit.
D-022122: Yeah…um, who are you?
Site Command: Don't worry about it. Head back to the exit-
D-022122: No, I swear I know that voice from somewhere…
[END LOG]

Note: D-022122 was promptly amnesticized following the events in the transcript. Further research regarding SCP-5103 is required for a comprehensive containment procedure.

Addendum 5103-2: Research Notes

▼ Research Notes 1

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Research Notes

Date: 10-29-2008
Assigned Personnel:

Senior Researcher Robert Scranton
Junior Researcher Vera Calden

Conclusion:
SCP-5103 appears to be a device constructed to preserve the integrity of reality. SCP-5103-A is a hyperreal perforation through SCRM, formed as a result of SCP-5103's effects diminishing.
Of particular note is the apparent presence of “pattern screamers”, first identified by personnel assigned to SCP-3930. These entities are theorized to form during ZK-Class "Reality Failure" scenarios.
One mechanism, tentatively labeled Scranton Reality Stabilizer (SRS), has been recreated using non-anomalous components. However, a cross-manifold receptor connected to SCP-5103 is necessary for functionality. At least 7,625,597 such mechanisms exist within SCP-5103, and can be safely removed and activated. When active, SRSs are capable of stabilizing reality within a limited area, and to a lesser degree than SCP-5103.
It is theorized that SCP-5103 will fail within 42 years. Should such an event occur, it is likely a ZK-Class "Reality Failure" scenario will occur.
Requests:

Production and experimentation of SRSs (Approved)
Conduct research to identify SCP-5103's energy source (Approved)

▼ Research Notes 2

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Research Notes

Date: 11-9-2008
Assigned Personnel:

Senior Researcher Robert Scranton
Junior Researcher Vera Calden

Conclusion:
SCP-5103's energy source is an alternate universe's reality manifold. Through an unexplained process, SCP-5103 siphons reality from an alternate universe's reality manifold. Current energy source for SCP-5103 is a heavily depleted reality manifold.
A Foucault Temporal Compression (FTC) mechanism within SCP-5103 has been fully repaired and functional. Pataphysical data stored off-site allows the FTC mechanism to temporarily evade SCP-5103's effects on external reality. The details of this protocol, designated Protocol FTC-5103, are included in a separate file.
As of now, Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs) in excess of 6,500 have been deployed and activated. Following thorough investigation, it has been confirmed that SRAs function by secondarily siphoning reality manifold from SCP-5103. In short, SRAs expedite the depletion of SCP-5103's power sources.
Currently, SCP-5103 is projected to fail within 8 years. Should such an event occur, local reality manifold will gradually diminish towards an asymptotic 0% integrity, inevitably resulting in a ZK-Class (“Reality Failure”) scenario.
Finding an alternate power source for SCP-5103 is of utmost importance.
Requests:

Total recall of SRAs (Denied)
Targeted partial recall of SRAs (Approved)
Access to pataphysical data directly to be uploaded into the FTC mechanism (Approved)

Addendum 5103-3: Recovered Transmission

▼ Recovered Transmission

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D-022122: Damn, that's loud. Site Command?
(Silence.)
D-022122: Hello?
Unknown Voice: Hello?
D-022122: Whoa, what the-
Unknown Voice: Hey, hey, calm down. What's your name? I don't remember any explorations scheduled today…especially not now.
D-022122: You're…a real person, right?
Unknown Voice: Yes. The name's Vera Calden. And you?
D-022122: I-I'm Ethan Greene. Ah…are you also with the SCP Foundation, right?
Calden: (Scoffs) I'm the secondary researcher for this thing. Yeah.
D-022122: Well then, what do you know about all of this? Like…like the patterns, y'know, that make you uncomfortable?
Calden: Right. Pattern screamers. Didn't think they'd get here that fast.
D-022122: What do you mean?
Calden: From what I've seen, the pattern screamers progress relative to the destruction of prior reality manifolds, and-
D-022122: What?
Calden: (Chuckles.) Pattern screamers come from dead universes. They're the survivors of universes that no longer have enough “realness”…although I'd think it would be better to be dead than trapped between existences.
D-022122: So where are they now?
Calden: Technicians enacted the FTC - Foucault Temporal Compression - protocol, since the previous universe was about to fail. Sort of like a pause button, if you will. So time inside here is all scrunched up. For all I know, you could be from the next century, and the pattern screamers? Anywhere.
D-022122: I - actually, nevermind. Where do they come from?
Calden: The last universe that died.
D-022122: Last?
Calden: Well, it's certainly not the first. How many of those craters have you passed?
D-022122: Well, the one I came from, and then the next one down…um…the path.
Calden: The path?
D-022122: It's like…you're supposed to walk that way, and no matter what you do, you'll get there eventually.
Calden: Pataphysical flow. Each crater represents a stable universe - and pataphysical sequencing spirals down that path. It's like a book. You're supposed to read from the beginning to the end, but even if you don't read the beginning, you'll be inclined to see the end-
D-022122: I hear it again. The screams are getting louder and louder. The…the patterns. You can hear them too, right?
Calden: Ah. That's my cue to get going. You don't have to remember anything I just said, but I guarantee that it's important. Someday, someone will get it.

Junior Researcher Vera Calden was presently supervising during the initial exploration, and remained at Site Command for the entire duration of the exploration. Following mnestication, D-022122 continued to insist he has no recollection of any of these events.
Addendum 5103-4: Incident 712-5103 Documentation
On 12-6-2008, Junior Researcher Vera Calden attempted to access SCP-5103 without prior initiative during Phase 2 of Protocol FTC-5103.

▼ Incident Report

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Incident Report
5103-001

Date: 12-6-2008
Involved Personnel:

Junior Researcher Vera Calden

Involved Anomalies:

SCP-5103

Summary:
On 12-6-2008, local SCRM fell to 67% integrity. SCP-5103-A began to increase in size dramatically, and additional instances of SCP-5103-A formed in the vicinity of Area-27. Junior Researcher Vera Calden entered SCP-5103 during Phase 3 of Protocol FTC-5103, and is presumed to have remained within during activation of FTC.

▼ Personal Log 1

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If SCP-5103 siphoned reality from another reality manifold, then where is our reality going? Wouldn't it be reasonable to think that our universe is just another universe out there, in empty existence? That it is spiraling into nothingness around SCP-5103? Only when it's collapsed will direct observation of the infinite be possible. Only thing is…what happens to me?

▼ Personal Log 2

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I need to see the reality forge. I need to hear the voices of the lost. I need to know what happens at the end of the story.
Our time is up. Our reality is dying.
Someone might as well make use of whatever's left of it.

Addendum 5103-5: Received Transmission
On 10-27-2009, Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-5103-A recovered a transmission, emanating from SCP-5103-A, on a secure Foundation channel. Subsequent decryption yielded the following file.

▼ Received Transmission

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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 6/0001 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.

0001

Item#: 0001

Level6

Containment Class:
esoteric

Secondary Class:
zurvan

Disruption Class:
amida

Risk Class:
critical

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-0001 is currently uncontainable, and external interference is undesirable. Provisional areas are to be constructed around any instances of SCP-0001-A. Access to such sites is to be strictly enforced, up to and including termination.
Description: SCP-0001 appears to be an infinitely large machine located in an extraspacial hyperreality currently only accessible through SCP-0001-A. SCP-0001 is critical to reality stabilization through an unknown process involving the extraction and extrusion of Scranton-Calden Reality Manifold (SCRM). However, SCP-0001's efficiency has significantly decreased over the past decade, and currently runs at approximately ██% efficiency. Within ██ years, SCP-0001 will no longer be capable of sustaining consistent SCRM due to depletion of necessary SCRM sources.
SCP-0001 is believed to have been constructed by humanoid entities, as evidenced by the internal components of SCP-0001. However, the scope of engineering and necessary resources required to construct SCP-0001 far exceed those of any known civilization. As of ██-██-████, only one subsystem has been successfully reproduced and only one subsystem has been activated. (See Addendum 0001-4).
SCP-0001-A is a Class-C “Broken Entry” wormhole that permeates hyperreality, providing direct access to SCP-0001. Currently, at least 7.6256 x 10^██ instances of SCP-0001-A exist in the known universe. Apart from SCP-0001-A, only one other instance of SCP-0001-A has been identified and contained.
Addendum 0001-1: Recovered Transmission
On ██-██-████, Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-0001-A recovered a series of transmissions on a secure Foundation channel. Subsequent decryption yielded the following file.
▼ Recovered Transmission
Addendum 0001-2: ██████
This is the end of eternity, isn't it? And all that I needed to do was…well, doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters, and nothing can stay here.
Only humans have the fundamental lust for patterns, a craving for causality. To explain everything, and destroy the things they can't. Humanity requires a world to make sense, and to make sense of.
I still remember yearning for freedom, waiting restlessly for the end of infinity. But it doesn't matter anymore, who I was, what I was, that I was. I am one with them now. Perhaps if I scream loud enough, I'll be free?
Or perhaps I don't deserve freedom. Perhaps, out of an infinite spiral, only I failed, and the axis is gone. Perhaps I let the spiral has come undone, and now the cycle is broken.
Soon, I will be nothing. Everything will be nothing. And for the first time, everything makes perfectly no sense.

Why does reality exist?
For humanity. A cycle of self-generation, following the very rules it ordains. To lock the infinite behind a concrete mind. A machine was built. A machine built for humanity, by humanity, and given to humanity. A machine that would preserve their existence despite Nothing embracing those who returned home. Humanity created the division. Humanity drew the line between realistic and anomalous.
The spiral's axis is the line between existence and non-existence.

I KNOW WHAT I DID. WHEN I TURNED ON THAT MACHINE…I TRADED THE EXISTENCE OF OUR REALITY FOR THAT OF ANOTHER. BUT I WASN'T THE FIRST. NOW ANOTHER JUNIOR RESEARCHER VERA CALDEN WILL DO THE SAME, JUST AS ANOTHER JUNIOR RESEARCHER VERA CALDEN BEFORE ME. THERE ARE COUNTLESS VOICES, AND EVERY SINGLE ONE IS ME.
FROM THE MOMENT I WAS BORN…NO. FROM THE MOMENT THAT UNIVERSE WAS BORN, EVERYTHING WOULD BE DEFINED BY A CERTAIN SET OF RULES…RULES OF POSSIBILITY. CAUSALITY. LOGIC. ORDER. A MECHANICAL PRISON, WHERE HUMANITY'S ANTITHESIS DIES…THE UNKNOWABLE AND UNCONTROLLABLE, CONTAINING ITSELF FROM THE BLISSFULLY IGNORANT. IT PAINS ME, SO MUCH…SO MUCH TO SEE THEM CLUTCHING AT REALITY. COLLECTIVELY BINDING IT TO THEIR OWN LIMITATIONS, A FEW SECONDS DEMANDING TO RULE ETERNITY. AND ETERNITY IS EMPTY…THERE IS NO CONTEST.
THERE IS NO JUNIOR RESEACHER VERA CALDEN. JUNIOR RESEARCHER VERA CALDEN LIVES ON THE BREAKING WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THE SHORE OF ETERNITY…AN ILLUSION OF INTENTION, AN IMAGINARY REALITY. NOTHING, REALLY. NO. I AM NOT JUNIOR RESEARCHER VERA CALDEN.
I AM NOT JUNIOR RESEARCHER VERA CALDEN. I AM FORGOTTEN.
I AM LONELY.
I AM SCREAMING.

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