DATE: 2018-02-01
FROM: [VERIFIED OVERSEER ACCOUNT]
TO: list:all
SUBJECT: no subject

I will preface this by saying you don't have to read the following document.
When you close this message, your terminal will display an amnestic trigger that will erase the contents of this message from your memory. You'll go back to your lives. Go back to your friends and your families, ignorant and happy.
But to those who have no friends and have no families? To those who know such a life is impossible for the path they chose? To those who have devoted themselves to living in the shadows?
This is for you.
You are owed an explanation. This is for anyone who wishes to find out why the Foundation exists. Why we secure, contain, protect. Why we die in the dark so the rest of the world can live in the light.
And it's not for the reasons you think.

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SCP-5009, dated 1897

Item #: SCP-5009
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius.
Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits an Indra1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible.
SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested.
SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance.
Footnotes
1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "Indra-class antimemes are defined by next-to-zero discrete interaction with the informational substrate of the universe on the quantum level, ie. any information concerning the anomaly's interactions with the universe cannot be perceived by external systems. Commonly considered as the typical antimeme."

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SCP-5009, dated 1897

Item #: SCP-5009
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius.
The informational construct that SCP-5009 represents has been selected to undergo Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging. Testing will be conducted on a biweekly basis.
Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits a Brahma1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible.
SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested.
SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance.
Addendum 5009-1: Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging is a recently developed process accepted by conventional neuroscience.
Conventional science has proven that long-term memory consolidation in animals is facilitated by microscopic structural changes in the central nervous system (CNS).2 Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging extrapolates information from an sapient organism's memory from these structural changes, which is then subject to statistical analysis by Foundation neural network I/O-BOREALIS to retrieve a summary of its contents. This allows for indirect observation of certain antimemetic anomalies.
Footnotes
1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "Although Brahma-class antimemes appear superficially similar to Indra-class antimemes, they exhibit a net positive contribution to the informational substrate of the universe. However, these interactions are usually latent and unable to be retrieved from informational constructs. Evidence exists, however, that retrieving this information is possible via extrapolation from the memory banks of sapient entities."
2. see Bailey CH, Chen M 1983, 'Morphological basis of long-term habituation and sensitization in Aplysia,' Science.

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METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-01-21
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: One Rattus norvegicus domestica (fancy rat), male, 6 months of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
METAL (89% certainty)
Timestamp: 2019-01-21 (92% certainty)

I/O-BOREALIS output was limited to a single variable due to the fact that rats primarily observe their surroundings with tactile sensation from the whiskers. Future subject choice will be influenced by degree of visual and recollective acuity.

METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-01-21
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: One Nucifraga columbiana (Clark's nutcracker), female, 10 years of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
ROOM (99% certainty)
METAL (96% certainty)
WINDOWS (99% certainty)
GRASS (98% certainty)
AFTERNOON (97% certainty)
DUST (97% certainty)
SPIDER (97% certainty)
ANT (96% certainty)
COBWEB (95% certainty)
Timestamp: 2019-01-21 (98% certainty)

Following this test, use of the Metcalf-Bakke procedure on humans was approved by the Ethics Committee.

METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-01-30
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: D-506022, white male, 25 years of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
ROOM (95% certainty).
METAL (93% certainty)
WINDOWS(88% certainty).
GRASS (76% certainty).
AFTERNOON (72% certainty).
Timestamp: 2019-01-30 (89% certainty)

Following the success of this trial, the Metcalf-Bakke process was upgraded with the addition of the familiarity coefficient ξ, a value that measures the degree of familiarity to a particular stimulus based on previous learning. The familiarity coefficient is 0 for completely unfamiliar stimuli and increases by 1 for each successfully consolidated memory.

METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-02-01
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: One Rattus norvegicus domestica (fancy rat), male, 6 months of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
Timestamp: 2019-02-01
METAL (89% certainty)
ξ = 0.722

METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-02-04
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: One Nucifraga columbiana (Clark's nutcracker), female, 10 years of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
Timestamp: 2019-02-04
ROOM (99% certainty)
METAL (97% certainty)
WINDOWS (99% certainty)
GRASS (98% certainty)
AFTERNOON (97% certainty)
DUST (97% certainty)
SPIDER (97% certainty)
ANT (96% certainty)
COBWEB (95% certainty)
ξ = 0.899

METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG
DATE: 2019-02-06
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: D-506022, male, 25 years of age
PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes.
OUTPUT:
Timestamp: 2019-02-06
ROOM (95% certainty)
METAL (94% certainty)
WINDOWS(88% certainty)
GRASS (76% certainty)
AFTERNOON (72% certainty)
ξ = 2.000

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Following the results of the February 6 test, additional Metcalf-Bakke trials were ordered on SCP-5009.
On 2019-02-07, D-922358, D-704734, and D-104155 were exposed to the interior of SCP-5009 and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme.
On 2019-02-08, similar trials were conducted with willing non-D-class personnel to identify if this phenomenon was limited to D-class. Junior Researcher Dr. Sania Suyardeva, Senior Researcher Dr. Joseph Russo, and Mobile Task Force Captain Alfred Lopez de la Fuentes volunteered, were exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme.
On 2019-02-09, the Ethics Committee authorized, in a 7-2-4 vote, the use of non-willing subjects in Metcalf-Bakke trials regarding SCP-5009 unaffiliated with the Foundation to identify if this phenomenon was limited to Foundation personnel. Seung-min Oh, Zoey Powell, Haile Senai, and Shawn Hawkins were selected for testing, exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme.
On 2019-02-10, Overwatch Command authorized, in a 6-3-4 vote, the circumvention of standard Foundation protocol and exposure of an Overseer to SCP-5009. O5-11 volunteered, was exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme.
Results were as follows:

Subject
ξ-value

D-922358
1.000

D-704734
1.000

D-104155
1.000

Sania Suyardeva
1.000

Joseph Russo
1.000

Alfred Lopez de la Fuentes
1.000

Seung-min Oh
0.000

Zoey Powell
0.000

Haile Senai
0.000

Shawn Hawkins
0.000

O5-11
1.000

In all of the Foundation-affiliated subjects who exhibited familiarity with SCP-5009, analysis of their Metcalf-Bakke indices revealed that first exposure had been established some time prior to their employment at the Foundation.

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The following documentation has been deemed pertinent to SCP-5009.

FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR:
First name: Marcus
Middle initial: Y
Last name: LaRoche
Occupation: D-class
Employee code: D506022
Sex: M
DOB: 1994-06-24
Date employed: 2019-01-10

On 2017-04-10, D-506022 allegedly raped and murdered 21-year old Lilly Walker in Massillon, Ohio.
On 2017-09-25, D-506022 was found guilty and sentenced to death.
On 2018-01-10, D-506022 was enlisted into the Foundation as a D-class personnel following recruitment operations at Ohio State Penitentiary.

FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR:
First name: Sania
Middle initial: P
Last name: Suyardeva
Occupation: Level 3 Junior Researcher
Employee code: C601891
Sex: F
DOB: 1991-06-24
Date employed: 2010-06-03

On 2006-05-15, Dr. Suyardeva chose to enroll at Massachusetts Institute of Technology as a graduate student, turning down acceptances from Stanford and Johns Hopkins.
On 2010-05-29, Dr. Suyardeva graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a Ph. D. in biological engineering.
On 2010-06-03, Dr. Suyardeva was recruited to the Foundation following a major containment breach at Site-115 that necessitated extensive Foundation cleanup operations in the Boston metropolitan area.

FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT
First name: Alfred
Middle initial: L
Last name: de la Fuentes
Occupation: Mobile Task Force Operative
Employee code: B106369
Sex: M
DOB: 1963-09-10
Date employed: 1998-01-03

On 1997-12-01, de la Fuentes began driving to Bakersfield, California to reconcile with his estranged mother, who had been diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer four weeks prior.
On 1997-12-03, de la Fuentes arrived at Bakersfield shortly after his mother's passing at 12:53 PST.
On 1997-12-10, de la Fuentes agreed to Foundation requests for employment following his witnessing of an SCP-4999 manifestation during his mother's passing on hospital CCTV.

FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR:
First name: [unknown]
Middle initial: [unknown]
Last name: [unknown]
Occupation: Overseer
Employee code: O5-11
Sex: [unknown]
DOB: [unknown]
Date employed: 1980-08-03

[DATA EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF O5-11]

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Item #: SCP-5009
Object Class: Archon
Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius. Biweekly expeditions into SCP-5009 are to be conducted to monitor the status of SCP-5009-A.
SCP-5009-Δ is inherently uncontainable.
Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits a Vedas1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible.
SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested.
SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance.
5009-Ishvara events are moments of causality that occur inside of SCP-5009. Due to the antimemetic nature of SCP-5009, little information on 5009-Ishvara events is known. What is known, however, indicates that:

5009-Ishvara events may affect any individual at any time.
5009-Ishvara events consist of the subject's (hereafter designated SCP-5009-1) spontaneous disappearance and subsequent reappearance inside SCP-5009.
5009-Ishvara events result in the inevitable employment of the SCP-5009-1 instance at the Foundation 1-2 years following its occurrence.

It has been confirmed that 100% of Foundation employees of the past, present, and future have experienced or will experience a 5009-Ishvara event.
The synthesis of the latent mnestic drug M-48195, codenamed "Turkic Red", has allowed limited exploration of the interior of SCP-5009 and the subsequent discovery of SCP-5009-A. SCP-5009-A is a crack approximately 5.6m in length and 1.2m in width, running along the floor of the central room of SCP-5009. A light emanating from an unknown source can be seen glowing at the bottom of the crack, and intermittent metallic screeching can be heard from inside. Nothing that has entered SCP-5009-A has ever been recovered.
Since its discovery, the size of SCP-5009-A, the brightness of the light source coming from within SCP-5009-A, and the loudness and frequency of the metallic screeching have all increased at a non-linear rate. No methods of slowing or reversing these processes are known.
SCP-5009-Δ designates the existence of the SCP Foundation. Due to the role of SCP-5009 in its inception and continued existence, the SCP Foundation must be classified as an anomaly.
Footnotes
1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "A seemingly paradoxical hybrid of memes and antimemes, Vedas-class antimemes conceal themselves from conscious recollection and observation but exert a significant effect on the informational substrate of the universe. Similar to a conventional meme, a Vedas-class antimeme is capable of influencing its host's behavior to an extreme degree."

Addendum 5009-1:

METCALF-BAKKE AUDIO LOG
DATE: 2019-02-10
ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009
SUBJECT: Unknown preserved body found inside SCP-5009
PROCEDURE: Recovery of any surviving information in hippocampus.
OUTPUT:
Timestamp: UNKNOWN

BEGIN LOG
[00:00:00] Subject: I see.
[00:00:03] Subject chuckles.
[00:00:05] Subject: You know, all this time, I thought I was losing my mind. Working myself to death, running across the globe, and all this time I never bothered to ask myself why? Why am I doing all this?
[00:00:17] Subject sighs.
[00:00:22] Subject: But now I know. It's because of you. You've always been there. In the dark. In my dreams. And now that we're staring each other in the eyes, it's like a cloud's been lifted on my mind. I see everything so clearly now. And you've always been there. Whispering in my ear. Planning my every move. Like a puppetmaster.
[00:00:37] Metallic screeching.
[00:00:39] Subject: Secure, contain, protect? It's a lie.
[00:00:44] Silence.
[00:00:49] Subject: This isn't the first time I've seen you.
[00:00:53] Subject screams. Metallic screeching intensifies.
[00:00:57] UNKNOWN: Thank you for sowing the seeds of our labor. I will be back to reap the harvest.
[00:01:05] Subject falls silent.
[00:01:08] UNKNOWN: Goodbye, Administrator.
[00:01:12] Sound of concrete cracking.
END LOG

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[X] Exit

WARNING: Deploying amnestic trigger

Once upon a time, I, ����, dreamt I was a butterfly,
fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly.
I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was ����.
Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again.
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly,
or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

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Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-5010 is to be contained in a Special Residential Unit (SRU) that has been constructed on Foundation owned scrubland 1.5 kilometres to the northeast of Site-2211. No more than 3 individuals are permitted to be within the vicinity of this SRU simultaneously, unless under the direction of a senior researcher. SCP-5010 is not to be provided with any device capable of communication beyond the confines of its SRU.
SCP-5010 requires no sustenance, but is permitted such if requested. To support its mental wellbeing, it is to be supplied with puzzle books, crosswords, and novels at regular intervals.

Description:

SCP-5010 resembles a white-haired female of approximately 1.6 meters height. It appears to be between the ages of 75 and 85, although current evidence suggests that it does not experience physical aging. It identifies itself as a Miss Eleanor Mabel, a retired schoolteacher from England who, until its containment, was engaged upon a round-the-world trip to visit its various family members.

A photograph of SCP-5010 found in the possession of several 5010-B instances

SCP-5010 has no visible anus, nipples or genitalia. Medical analysis has determined that it possesses a stomach cavity, but lacks any intestines, kidneys or bladder. It is not believed to require any form of nourishment, but expresses an enjoyment of certain foodstuffs, particularly scones, crumpets, and Earl Grey tea. It has not been found to produce any waste products other than carbon dioxide.
SCP-5010's primary anomalous effect (hereafter designated as 5010-A events) occurs at apparently random intervals while SCP-5010 is within the vicinity of at least 4 other individuals. Update 19/01/2020-001: Following Incident 5010-A-1, the hypothesised criteria for the activation of 5010-A events have been expanded. It is now known that 5010-A events can pre-emptively occur in locations that SCP-5010 is traveling towards2. Testing has also ascertained that 5010-A events can occur in the locality of individuals who SCP-5010 is in contact with via either verbal or written correspondence. Further tests to identify the exact trigger conditions for 5010-A events are ongoing.
During a 5010-A event, one or more individuals will be murdered by an initially unknown assailant. In the majority of cases, only a small number of people (usually between 3 and 8) will have had the means or motive to kill the deceased, although exceptions to this have found. SCP-5010 will then proceed to investigate the deaths, ingratiating themselves with witnesses and swiftly discovering relevant clues.
If law enforcement officers or professional investigators encroach upon a 5010-A event, they will typically become uncharacteristically sloppy and disorganised in their work. This has included missing obvious pieces of evidence, making arrests on extremely weak premises that would not merit a conviction in court, and dismissing witness testimony that does not fit with their initial supposition of events as false or “crazy”. Nevertheless, they usually display a begrudging affection towards SCP-5010, providing it with largely unfettered access to crime scenes and investigation notes, and allowing it to be present during suspect interrogations3.
In all documented cases of 5010-A events, SCP-5010 has been instrumental in identifying the perpetrator of the crime. It will either produce entirely conclusive evidence as to the identity of the murderer, or the culprit will provide a full confession of guilt when confronted with SCP-5010's suspicions4.
While investigating known 5010-A events, Foundation agents have also discovered 56 individuals who claim that SCP-5010 is their aunt (hereafter designated as 5010-B instances). In every case, the parent of the 5010-B instance who is purportedly a sibling of SCP-5010 is already deceased. All 5010-B instances are able to recount vivid memories of SCP-5010's involvement in their childhood and early life, and several recall having it stay with their family for a number of years. Furthermore, all family records of 5010-B instances, and all relevant local census date, support their accounts of their familial relationship with SCP-5010.
However, no two 5010-B instances have been found to share a familial relationship with one another. SCP-5010's inclusion in their various family trees is entirely independent and contradictory. The memories of many 5010-B instances are also contradictory, providing widely differing accounts of SCP-5010's whereabouts during the same time periods.
Each 5010-B instance so far identified has been a primary suspect in at least one 5010-A event. None have ever been found responsible for a murder.

Discovery:

SCP-5010 was first brought to the attention of the Foundation on 17/07/2019 by law enforcement database trawler “Copper Nitrate”. It flagged up that an Eleanor Mabel had been listed as a Person of Interest in 34 apparently unconnected homicide investigations in England over the course of 8 years.
Further research has determined that SCP-5010 has been involved in at least 264 murder cases across 27 countries, with the earliest so far detected taking place in Oxfordshire, England, on 30/09/1984. All police documents, witness statements, and photographic records of SCP-5010 appear to indicate that it has not biologically aged in that time.

Addendum 5010-1 – Supplementary Interview Logs:

◆ Interview Log 5010.1 – [5010-S-25/08/2019-001] ◆

◇ Interview Log 5010.1 – [5010-S-25/08/2019-001] ◇

Interviewee: Police Sergeant Lewis Foyle-Brown of Scotland Yard, England
Interviewer: Field Agent Frank Lynley
Foreword: Foyle-Brown was the senior investigating officer of a 5010-A event in July 2013, the homicide of a Cambridge lecturer by one of her research associates. He was subject to a disciplinary hearing after it was discovered that he had provided SCP-5010 access to the crime scene and allowed it to accompany him while collecting witness statements.

[Begin Log]

Agent Lynley: Let's start at the beginning. You initially believed that the victim's death was accidental, is that correct?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yes.
Agent Lynley: Could you elaborate on that?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: The vic was a heavy drinker. It was pretty common knowledge that she'd return to her office after High Table to “go over her research notes” and get sloshed on her personal stash. She was found in a heap at the foot of the staircase with her neck broken. A half-finished whiskey bottle was still out on her desk, next to a used glass. It seemed like the definition of an open and shut case.
Agent Lynley: But Miss Mabel disagreed?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah. Miss Mabel. (pauses) She was visiting some niece or other who'd just got a place at the college. Said she'd met the vic at dinner party, and wanted to know absolutely everything that was going on. Questions, questions, questions. Truth be told, I mostly let her take a look at the room just to shut her up.
Agent Lynley: You were aware that that was a breach of regulations?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: I mean, I guess. But she was just some old dear, and I was there to make sure she didn't touch anything she wasn't meant to. Besides, at that point I was still sure that we were only investigating an accident.
Agent Lynley: And what did she find when she searched the room?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Well, first it was the glass. Our vic wears red lipstick, she says, but the lipstick on the glass on the desk was dark pink. Could barely see the difference myself, but when it was sent in for testing, sure enough, she was right.
Agent Lynley: And then?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: That led her to the drinks cabinet. One extra glass missing.
Agent Lynley: And at that point, you were still arguing that it was a case of accidental death?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Well, it wasn't, y'know, conclusive evidence or anything. An accident still seemed very likely. To me, anyway. The extra glass could have been gone for any number of reasons.
Agent Lynley: And then Miss Mabel found the pearl earring beneath the desk?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah. Now that was odd. Picking up on that kind of thing is – well, should be – standard procedure. It was completely unbelievable that none of the crime scene techs noticed it.
Agent Lynley: Oh? Did you suspect that she had planted the evidence somehow?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: What? No, of course not. The old dear might be a bit of a nosey parker, but she wouldn't do a thing like that.
Agent Lynley: How could you tell? You'd only met her that evening, isn't that right?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah, but, well. (pauses) You can just tell, can't you, with old birds like her. Crafty as you like, maybe a little dotty sometimes, but they wouldn't do something untoward. Anyway, I checked with the team who'd gone over the place. Not one of them had looked under that part of the desk. They all thought someone else had done it. So I suppose we were just lucky she was there.
Agent Lynley: And following this, you included Miss Mabel in your investigations, again contrary to regulations?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: (pauses) Yes.
Agent Lynley: And do you think you'd do so again?
Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Look, all I know is that if it hadn't been for her, we never would have caught the bugger. I don't mind telling you, if a few more old things had her gumption, then the streets would be a lot safer to walk at night.
Agent Lynley: Thank you, Sergeant, that's most helpful. I think that will be all for now.

[End Log]

◆ Interview Log 5010.2 – [5010-S-13/10/2019-003] ◆

◇ Interview Log 5010.2 – [5010-S-13/10/2019-003] ◇

Interviewee: James Butler, former Reverend of St. Mary's Church in Kembleford, England, currently of Her Majesty's Prison Farnleigh
Interviewer: Field Agent Vera Cadfael
Foreword: Butler was arrested in 1999 for the murder of Peter Sayers, the Earl of Midsummer, during a 5010-A event. The Foundation arranged this interview under the pretext of gathering information for a parole board.

[Begin Log]

Agent Cadfael: I'd like to go over a few particulars of your case with you, and I'd appreciate it if you could answer my questions as fully and openly as possible.
Mr. Butler: That's quite alright. I have nothing I wish to hide.
Agent Cadfael: Very well then, I'll begin. Prior to his death, I understand that you were considered close friends with the Earl of Midsummer. You officiated his daughter's wedding, and you were a frequent guest at his estate. Is that correct?
Mr. Butler: Yes, that's correct. If I'm honest, I think Peter liked having someone to flash the dog collar around the place. It impressed the type of people that he wanted to impress. He was always a little insecure about his position among the landed gentry, and a man of the cloth tends to add a certain dignity to proceedings. But beyond that, we had been close friends for a number of years. I held him in very great esteem.
Agent Cadfael: Can you tell me why you killed him?
Mr. Butler: It's a terribly clichéd answer, I'm afraid. I did it for the money. Peter had promised the church a large endowment in his will. At the time I was facing certain (pauses) personal liquidity problems. Gambling debts, I'm ashamed to say. I owed far, far more than I actually had the means of paying, and the merest whiff of a scandal like that – it would have utterly ruined me if it had gotten out. The fact that Peter was widely known to have named St. Mary's as one of his main beneficiaries was the only thing stopping my creditors from insisting on immediate payment. And then of course, Peter met that young actress floosy, and all of a sudden that will didn't look like such a sure thing. People were beginning to ask questions about my capacity to meet my financial obligations. So, I killed him. Is that full and open enough for you?
Agent Cadfael: That's quite sufficient, thank you. Tell me, did you feel at all conflicted about killing him?
Mr. Butler: Quite honestly, I can't say that I did. If anything, it felt like the only option that I had in front of me. I don't think I felt as much as a single instant of doubt from the moment the plan occurred to me. It all seemed so simple. So thrillingly easy. And I dare say it would have gone perfectly if it hadn't been for that meddlesome old woman.
Agent Cadfael: Miss Mabel?
Mr. Butler: I believe that was her name, yes.
Agent Cadfael: And you hadn't met her before the day of the murder?
Mr. Butler: No, not until that night.
Agent Cadfael: I see. Do you ever feel regret about what happened?
Mr. Butler: (laughs) I can't say I was too thrilled to be caught.
Agent Cadfael: Well, let's talk a little bit about how that happened. You openly confessed to the murder in front of several witnesses, is that correct?
Mr. Butler: I wouldn't quite have put it like that. She had evidence.
Agent Cadfael: Not conclusive evidence. Not something that would have convicted you in court of law, according the police report.
Mr. Butler: (pauses) Well, I wouldn't know about that. It seemed conclusive to me, at the time. The old woman knew everything. Everything that I'd done. There didn't seem to be any point in denying it.
Agent Cadfael: Can you talk me through the events leading up to your confession?
Mr. Butler: If you'd like. It was about, oh, half one when a police sergeant came to find me. He asked me to accompany him up to the manor house, in that gruff way that makes it clear you don't have any choice in the matter. I tried to ask him what it was about, but all he'd say was that it was very important to the case. When we arrived I was ushered through into the drawing room. Everyone else who'd been at the house on the night of the murder was there too, even the groundskeeper and his clumsy oaf of a son. And her, of course.
Agent Cadfael: Miss Mabel?
Mr. Butler: Yes. Standing in the middle of us all like the ringmaster of a circus. Looking pleased as Punch with herself as we sat around nervously sipping tea.
Agent Cadfael: Go on.
Mr. Butler: At first, it seemed like I was in the clear. She started off by all but accusing the groundskeeper of having killed Peter. She'd found out that his wife had had a small dalliance with Peter some twenty years before, and that it was Peter who was the real father of the man's son. But then of course, that put the boy in the frame too, since he was suddenly in line to inherit the whole pile. And it gave Paul a motive to kill his father as well, before that information could become public knowledge and muddy his own right to inherit. But that wasn't enough for Miss Mabel. (laughs) She did Patrick next. Then Rosemary, Laura, and the Major. Why each one could have wanted Peter dead, what dirty little secrets they had to hide. And then, at last, she came to me.
(He pauses.)
Agent Cadfael: Mr. Butler?
Mr. Butler: Like I said, she knew everything. How I'd moved Peter's desk clock a half hour ahead so that he'd stop work early. How I knew that the six o'clock chimes would be caught on his dictaphone to hide the time of death. How I stabbed him as he left his room for dinner, fixed the clock, and then joined the others downstairs to secure my alibi. If I'd only known that he used to keep that clock three minutes fast, then perhaps- (pauses) But, I suppose there's no use worrying about that now. Que sera, sera.
Agent Cadfael: Still, Miss Mabel did not produce any other actual evidence of this version of events?
Mr. Butler: Well, I (pauses) I suppose not.
Agent Cadfael: Tell me, why did you choose that particular method of murder? Did it not strike you as perhaps being a little overly convoluted?
Mr. Butler: The idea came to me more or less as soon as I'd decided to kill him. A tad theatrical, perhaps, but I thought it was rather clever. Giving myself a cast iron alibi like that.
Agent Cadfael: But it did also give every other possible suspect the same alibi, since none of the other dinner guests or servants were alone six o'clock.
Mr. Butler: (pauses) Perhaps. But I couldn't have known that in advance.
Agent Cadfael: You also chose to act on a night where the house was occupied only by a small group of dinner guests, and local flooding had made outside access to the estate virtually impossible. I understand that you were a frequent guest of the Earl's gala parties. Would it not have been safer to put your plan into action during one of those instead, when there would have been more potential suspects?
Mr. Butler: It was (pauses) It was a matter of timing. It had to be done quickly, before my creditors got too nervous.
Agent Cadfael: And there were a number of ways that your plan could easily have gone wrong, weren't there? If the victim had noticed the discrepancy with his clock, for example. Or if he'd looked at any other timepiece during the day. Or if anyone had visited his study during the half hour after you killed him.
(Mr. Butler remains silent.)
Agent Cadfael: Did those possibilities concern you at all?
Mr. Butler: (pauses) I don't believe that I've ever really considered them before.
Agent Cadfael: I see. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Butler.

[End Log]

Addendum 5010-2 – Incident 5010-A-1:

On 15/01/2020, SCP-5010 was recovered by Foundation agents and brought to Site-57 for initial analysis and containment. While SCP-5010 was in transit towards the Site, SCP-████ was discovered dead in its containment cell, hanging from a crude noose made from its own stockings. At the time, based on all available evidence, it was believed that 5010-A events could only be triggered when SCP-5010 came into direct contact with at least 4 individuals simultaneously. As such, no connection was initially made between the apparent suicide of SCP-████ and SCP-5010's presence at the Site.

◆ Interview Log 5010.3 – [5010-P-17/01/2020-005] ◆

◇ Interview Log 5010.3 – [5010-P-17/01/2020-005] ◇

Interviewee: SCP-5010
Interviewer: Doctor Adrian Banks
Foreword: During the first day of its containment, SCP-5010 underwent a number of interviews with different researchers and was given a preliminary medical analysis by Dr. Sloan. It is understood that SCP-5010 learned the details of SCP-████'s death through these encounters.

[Begin Log]

Dr. Banks: Good afternoon, SCP-5010. Are you keeping well?Dr. Banks: Very well then, Miss Mabel it is. Although now that you mention it, how long have you been using that name?Dr. Banks: And just how long has that been?Dr. Banks: About how far along, would you say?Dr. Banks: Do you think that you could be a little more specific? Can you tell me your age, for our records?Dr. Banks: (smiles) Well, perhaps we'll come back to that later. Could you tell me how many murders you've been involved with, Miss Mabel?Dr. Banks: My apologies, Miss Mabel. What I meant, of course, was to ask how many murders you've helped to solve?Dr. Banks: A hundred? Five hundred? More?Dr. Banks: We know of at least two hundred and sixty four murder cases where you've managed to identify a culprit.Dr. Banks: Does that number sound right to you? Should it be higher?Dr. Banks: I certainly wouldn't call you a silly old lady, Miss Mabel. (pauses) Don't you think that's rather a lot of murders to be involved in?Dr. Banks: Do you find it at all concerning that you've been in the vicinity of quite so many homicides?Dr. Banks: And you do like to help, don't you Miss Mabel?Dr. Banks: Then I suppose that from a certain point of view, it could be seen as quite lucky that you keep running into quite so many killers, couldn't it?Dr. Banks: Where you're needed?
(SCP-5010 is silent)
Dr. Banks: Miss Mabel?
(SCP-5010 remains silent)
Dr. Banks: Do you mean that, just perhaps, you might have some knowledge that these deaths are going to occur in advance?Dr. Banks: So slow? What do you mean?Dr. Banks: You know what?Dr. Banks: (pauses, then laughs) You're crazy, Miss Mabel. Why on Earth should I do a thing like that?Dr. Banks: (pauses) I was wearing gloves. I always wore gloves around that thing.Dr. Banks: You don't know what the hell you're talking about. You can't prove any of this!Dr. Banks: So?Dr. Banks: No. (pauses) No, no, you're wrong. The medical report put the time of death at around ten o'clock last night. That's how I knew.(Dr. Banks mouths silently for a few moments and then slumps in his chair)
Dr. Banks: I (pause) I had to stop her. You don't understand. She was going to ruin everything. She'd found out about Argyle.
(SCP-5010 remains silent. Dr. Banks holds his head in his hands.)
Dr. Banks: Joe Argyle. Or D-890976, as he's so rightfully been reduced to. The utter bastard who took my son away because he couldn't resist climbing behind the wheel of his car with a bottle of Jack inside him. I couldn't believe it when I saw him in that orange jumpsuit, and in my test group no less. It's not supposed to happen, you know. They're meant to vet the D-Classes we interact with, to make sure we don't have any history. I have no idea how he managed to slip through, but I thank any god or devil that may have done it.
(Dr. Banks looks up, clenching his hands into fists and then relaxing them.)
Dr. Banks: At first I just wanted to wrap my fingers around that vermin's throat and squeeze until the life drained out of him, but then I realised that if I was clever I could do far, far more than that. So long as he was under my supervision, I could make him suffer. Again and again and again. I could make him pay for every single day he had stolen from my family, and no one would be any the wiser.Dr. Banks: That poor girl? Hah! SCP-████ arranged to talk to me privately after I caught her arm. Told me that she'd keep her mouth shut about everything in exchange for a few extra privileges, certain special favours that I could do for her. (pauses) But I knew that that wouldn't keep her quiet forever. I know her type. She'd want more and more and more. If I let her live, sooner or later she was going to blab to someone, and I couldn't possibly allow that. I couldn't let her interfere with my justice. And you, Miss Mabel (pauses) I don't think I can let you interfere any further, either. You know, it's a shame. I was almost beginning to like you. And these interview logs are a real pain to erase.
(As Dr. Banks begins to rise from the table, the door to the room opens and three security officers enter to restrain him. Senior Researcher Rendell, who had been viewing the live feed of the interview during her lunch break, had notified the Site Security Office as soon as Dr. Banks began his confession. When questioned, Rendell described her decision to watch the interview as “purely a whim”.)

[End Log]

Footnotes
1. Designation code SRU 221B.
2. See Addendum 5010-2 for further details.
3. See Interview Log 5010.1
4. See Interview Log 5010.2.

« SCP-5009 | SCP-5010 | SCP-5011 »


LIVING ARCHIVE DOCUMENT: LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED
The following documentation is curated by Chief Archivist Bridge. It is still considered an active security breach and as such has received perpetual exemption from -ARC or -EX reclassification. This will be reviewed in the event of SCP-5011's cultural significance diminishing.

…The veil between light and dark is very thin, barely translucent. A pair of eyes glimpsing what's really on the other side can alter the course of history.
— Bridge, D. (Archivist) Keynote Address, Foundation Information Security Conference (FISC). Site-19: FISC Conference Series

[Input SCP-5011 Access Credentials]

[Welcome, Director Bridge]

Item #: SCP-5011
Object Class: N/A
Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: SCP-5011 designates the consequences of an information leak regarding an anomalous being. This occurred under the stewardship of the American Secure Containment Initiative. The anomaly itself was decommissioned as part of the absorption of the ASCI into the SCP Foundation.
First appearance of SCP-5011 cultural contamination

« SCP-5010 | SCP-5011 | SCP-5012 »


Threat Level: Undetermined

SCP-5012-1 through -24 c. December 1923. Fiorenza Marcelli is positioned 9th from the left.

A section of SCP-5012.

Special Containment Procedures: [pending]
Legacy Containment Procedures: SCP-5012 is the legal property of Fitzwilliam Agriculture, a Foundation front company. Standard anti-trespassing measures have been implemented, as appropriate for low-risk projects.
SCP-5012 is to be maintained as standard for the Cerasus subgenus, including regular harvests of SCP-5012-A for the purposes of study and experimentation. Personnel are advised to ignore SCP-5012-#.
SCP-5012-B is effectively self-contained.
Description: SCP-5012 is an orchard of trees of the Cerasus subgenus1 located in the Italian province of South Tyrol, formerly the site of the Casadua Amphitheater. The trees that constitute SCP-5012 are in a continuous cycle of flowering and fruiting, irrespective of soil and meteorological conditions. SCP-5012 has not been observed to experience senescence.2
During their fruiting phases, the trees of SCP-5012 produce SCP-5012-A, a psychotropic variation of sweet cherry. SCP-5012-A is otherwise nutritionally and gustatorially identical to Prunus avium3 fruits that have been pitted and sweetened.
Ingestion of SCP-5012-A induces vivid hallucination in subjects, along with synaesthesia, disorientation, and mild euphoria. Following exposure, subjects experience a strong compulsion to document their experience through written medium. While the nature of such hallucinations varies between usage, most appear to be associated with SCP-5012-#.
SCP-5012-#, individually designated SCP-5012-1 through -24, are a collective of humanoids resembling the former Golgotha Memorial Orchestra4 sans lead cellist Fiorenza Marcelli. Each instance of SCP-5012-# is integrated into the trunks of one or more trees. Instances of SCP-5012-# do not age or decompose.
SCP-5012-B is an entity or collective confined to SCP-5012. No first-hand accounts of SCP-5012-B's appearance or behavior have been documented; however, SCP-5012-B appears to be a frequent consumer of SCP-5012-A, with enough personal knowledge of SCP-5012-# to dedicate its writings to specific instances.5

HISTORY

According to archival records, SCP-5012 has always been known to the Foundation, having been documented immediately following its inception on January 1st, 1924. The author of its documentation is unknown, but is presumed to have been Dr. Kain Crow, given his background in botany and ecology.
Similarly, containment measures were enacted immediately following the documentation of SCP-5012, leading to an unacceptable expenditure of resources. No incidents, breaches, or experiments were reported on-site until 26/05/1956, when all personnel present within SCP-5012 suffered an acute nauseous reaction, then fainted.
Following Incident-5012-A, RAISA auditors immediately flagged the SCP-5012 project as both inactive and over budget. SCP-5012's containment procedures were scaled back to their current iteration after an emergency HLCL Supervisor meeting.
Due to the presently unknown circumstances of the Golgotha Memorial Orchestra's disappearance, as well as the nature of artefacts recovered from the residences of its members, further investigation into the events of January 1st, 1924 has been authorized by Foundation Overwatch.
The ultimate fate of Fiorenza Marcelli is presently unknown.

ADDENDUM 5012-008

On 18/06/1959, Foundation Overwatch cleared SCP-5012 for experimentation following an extensive budgeting audit. Experimentation was overseen by Dr. Cecil Goss, assisted by Researchers Rebecca Ciavarella and Piero Bertoldi. The SCP-5012 project was subsequently allocated lab equipment and two D-Class personnel.

Unpicked instances of SCP-5012-A.

Initial experiments conformed to SCP-5012's initial documentation; however, due to the research personnels' unfamiliarity with members of the Golgotha Memorial Orchestra, identifying the foci of SCP-5012-A induced hallucinations proved difficult. Experimentation subsequently shifted from the study of SCP-5012-A to that of SCP-5012-#.
Skin and hair samples from SCP-5012-# confirmed that such instances were biologically human in composition. Furthermore, instances of SCP-5012-# possessed functional circulatory systems filled with a substance chemically similar to cherry jam. Approximately 450 ml of SCP-5012-# "blood" was extracted and stored in a vacuum flask, then refrigerated in the communal kitchen.6
On 04/07/1959, Researcher Bertoldi reported hearing a loud noise from the kitchen. Though reportedly empty upon arrival, Researcher Bertoldi noted that the flask of "blood" had been removed from the refrigerator and spilled across the floor. Although Dr. Goss's fingerprints were found on the flask, Dr. Goss himself was nowhere to be found.
Dr. Goss was officially declared missing on 05/07/1959.

To: Director Ciavarella
From: Dr. Bertoldi
Date: 19/11/1959
5012-B has been fairly active as of recent, as you probably heard, but if you haven't been briefed yet: we think something's changed.
Normally, 5012-A produces some form of "art", be that poetry, symphonies, etc. We're still getting some of that, sure, but recently we've been seeing an uptick in shorter messages, one or two sentences at most; moreover, most simply denote either a specific 5012-# or an instrument they played. Sure, it could be experimentation, but most of the other produce had some kind of narrative theme to tie them down.
Realistically, this shouldn't affect the containment project, but keep an eye on buyers. The Cardiff Accord funds a quarter of 77's projects.

INCIDENT 5012-E

On 01/10/1961, Officer Craxi reported a malnourished humanoid wandering through SCP-5012 in a state of apparent delirium. Capture was authorized, under the assumption that Officer Craxi had spotted SCP-5012-B; the entity wept upon detainment, but did not resist.
A preliminary physical of SCP-5012-B revealed the following:

SCP-5012-B is a biologically human male of European descent, most probably in its late 40s. No inherently anomalous properties have been recorded.
SCP-5012-B's third and fifth toes on its left foot, as well as the entirety of its right leg below the shin, had been mangled in a past incident, replaced with finely-crafted wooden prostheses.
SCP-5012-B's vocal cords are heavily damaged, rendering it essentially mute.
SCP-5012-B's fingerprints are identical to those of Dr. Cecil Goss.

Upon capture, SCP-5012-B wore a tattered set of black scrubs7, as well as a backpack containing a 37-page notebook, several broken pencils, and a hastily-drawn diagram of unclear purpose. SCP-5012-B further produced an ID Card for Dr. Goss upon interrogation; as Dr. Goss's card was set to expire on 01/01/1960, SCP-5012-B's identity has not been presently verified.
During interrogation, SCP-5012-B requested a typewriter with which to document its experiences.

DOCUMENT 5012-JE

ACCESS GRANTED

I'm sorry. Give me a moment to think.
My first memory is of being crushed into a point of nothing, plunged into a deep silence. My body felt no pain; whatever vestige of myself was left to experience implosion was not strictly physical. But, I was still me. In some form or fashion, I existed; just not physically.
It's hard to explain if you haven't felt it yourself. Give me a minute.
Think of how a well-decorated but windowless room feels, and imagine that feeling is tangible. Now, imagine that the lights have been switched off. The room still exists, is just as fancily decorated as before, and you saw the room, so you had that feeling. But you can't see it anymore. The capacity for that feeling to exist, in its purest state, that's gone.
For less than a moment, I both existed and didn't in complete stillness. Then I started, and forgive me for anthropomorphizing my half-self, I started moving. Something was sucking me through a rough tube, something skinny enough to scrape and long enough for me to feel it on some level, and long enough for me to, well, "hear" something.
I'm going to try to put this into as close to accurate as I can get in Italian: there was a singular sense of "symphony". Not a "sum of its parts", but the "singular" "symphony" as a unit. It didn't start or stop; it felt like it was always there, like I'd walked into an empty room in the middle of a record player's performance. There was no direction other than forward, not even backward, so I have to assume it wasn't strictly sound. But it…
… these are supposed to be clinical, but there's no way around it: it was beautiful. If I could have stayed there forever, I would have.
And then, all of a sudden, I exist again. Except… give me another moment.
Before I could process anything, I felt myself internally collapse. Doing anything felt wrong, "painful". I didn't fit, none of me or anything about me did, like I was a round peg attempting to hammer myself into a square hole, twisted and mangled into a foreign shape I wasn't built to occupy. Simultaneously, I was constricted and exposed, as if… sorry, as if the "expression" of "me" was a crushed and punctured can I was trying to fit.
I wasn't doing anything, literally I think. "Being", thinking, existing, some invisible force was scraping and pushing against any attempt to be.
I opened my mouth to scream, and only then did I find myself harmonizing with… I think it was a fiddle.
Emanating from the whole of what, at that moment, "was", was a fiddle. Not necessarily the sound of it, no, but… it's hard to explain with words. The fiddle was there, everywhere, suffused into everything, as natural as gravity but to me as conspicuous as a blister. Whatever it was, it was loud, like a wooden dresser dragged across a wooden floor. I could cover my ears, scream, run anywhere I wanted, and I'd still know the fiddle.
I'm unsure of how long I "laid" there, helpless. For a time, I'm sure death ceased to be a horrifying prospect, but I couldn't even die "correctly", as if the cessation of my life was contingent upon some unwritten rule. Finally, after what had to have been an eternity unable to do anything, I surrendered myself to the fiddle.
And then, I felt the pain lighten, and I could "be" again.
Please give me another moment.
There aren't many precise words to describe where I found myself. The closest analogue would be a flat, featureless nothing, broken only by a thin veneer of… something. Something deliberate, as if trying to convey a message that, at least to me, highlighted what wasn't. I knew I was back in the containment area, but it was little more than a setpiece.
Around me were twisted, imprecise, but unmistakably human "props", as it were. All were mangled, by exposure or animal or otherwise, but none of them were dead. No matter the extent of their wounds, none of them were dead. I'm not entirely sure if they could die; none seemed too concerned with their grievous wounds to do more than lie comfortably still.
My first instinct was to call out to one of them, but to even speak was… well, "performative". I couldn't speak without singing, or walk without dancing, or write without falling back to poetry or symphonics. All the universe was in tune with the fiddle screaming from the back of my mind, like a stage play. To do anything else was to break the thin veneer of performance, to knock against a curtain or fall into the darkness at the edge of the stage.
And aside from that empty performance of immortality(?), there was little else of note. I danced around for what must have been days, trying desperately to make sense of my surroundings. Where there wasn't misery or pain or mold-caked animals, there was a profound sense of "absence". Something was missing, something the fiddle never needed account for, like a field you know exists but aren't looking at. As if it wasn't important to what was.
But I couldn't stop. Between a deeper understanding of my situation and that of the dying men around me, the immortality of rot was hardly the ideal choice. And so I probed further, throughout the site, trying to find some semblance of explanation.
And, then I ate a cherry.
All of a sudden, I felt an immense weight dissolve from my being. The fiddle was gone; in its place was a familiar symphony. I was sitting in a booth, inside of a diner painted a brilliant array of new and exciting colors, as a quartet of women sang a song of… my mind struggles, to put it into words. But I know it was beautiful; that it was real.
And then I woke up.
The pain of readjusting to the fiddle was amplified by a sudden shock of dullness. The world around me didn't just feel dismal; it felt incomplete. The absence of some "something" left my being exposed; worst of all, the memory of what I lost was fading.
The second pen touched paper, it was lost.
I tried again, to recapture the bliss; I ate the cherries, cooked them, boiled the bark and leaves and flowers into tea, anything to recapture that reality, and every time I was pulled back into the half-dead nothing. So I broke the ultimate taboo: I ate flesh from one of the musicians.
For a brief, beautiful second, I'm back in the symphonic void.
When my existence reasserts itself, I'm back in a chamber of noise, trapped again by alien constraints. From everywhere thunders a trumpet, a sustained scream at the dull wrongness with which I tried to express myself.
It never gets easier, trying to readjust. Quicker, perhaps, but it's not something one can prepare for. The rules of each… musician, shall we say, they're as unique as they are ubiquitous. To even prepare for the next is to violate the rules set by the present.
I can't even remember what the next one was. The worlds, I mean. There was a similar sense of incompleteness, holes where something should have been. Most of them, the Foundation exists, but there's always something wrong with them. The buildings, the people, everything is equally as twisted as its surroundings. Like grotesque caricatures, playing whatever part the instruments decree.
You asked me about the notebook, everything in there. That's a map. Dozens of them. Even they weren't enough; until you memorize the names and faces of each one, where you'll end up is pure guesswork. I thought if I traced where I was with where I ended up, and how, perhaps I could find my way home.
… what I'm going to say next may be infohazardous.
Every world I went to was twisted to the tune of a specific instrument. Some were minor: I distinctly recall a universe where the Foundation gave guided tours through the grove. Less so others: another world had me stuck, immobile, unable to taste, smell, or feel anything but hot metal and burning plastic, in a wall of numbers as a burning shock coursed repeatedly through my being. Throughout, however, I kept faith that, eventually, I'd get home.
That ideal was the only thing that kept me dancing. Home was complete, it was colorful and vibrant and "whole". Existence wasn't forced to express anything aside from the completeness of being. And it was silent. And I suppose that's why, even as Fiorenza appeared everywhere but here, I disregarded this world.
Something must have changed, because I never noticed the cello before then.

Updated documentation pending investigation by the Metaphysics Department.

Footnotes
1. Commonly known as cherry trees.
2. The process by which organisms age and die.
3. Wild cherry.
4. A troupe of performers that played across Southern Europe from 1896 until their disappearance in early 1924.
5. Due to an archival issue, no such writings exist within Foundation record prior to 30/05/1956.
6. The SCP-5012 project lacked a dedicated freezer space.
7. Appropriate for a humanoid anomaly as designated by the Foundation.

« SCP-5011 | SCP-5012 | SCP-5013 »


SCP-5013, 20m past outer boundary.

Item #: SCP-5013
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter surrounding SCP-5013 at a distance of 1 km is to be patrolled by 20 armed guards in rotating shifts, quartered at Site-5013. Civilians approaching this zone are to be diverted. All internal exploration and research on SCP-5013 should be conducted by D-class personnel. No Foundation personnel are permitted entry to SCP-5013 without Level 4 staff approval.
UPDATE (05/05/2019): Following Incident 5013-1, all individuals exposed to SCP-5013's effects are categorised as ATEN-class memetic hazards, and require immediate quarantine and neutralisation. Perimeter security duties have been allocated to the newly established MTF Theta-1 ("Locke and Key"). All entities emerging from SCP-5013 are to be terminated on sight.
Description: SCP-5013 is an anomalous region approximately 10km2 in size, located at coordinates [REDACTED], in southern Yunnan Province, China. The area contains wild forest, the remains of terraced fields and a village with 43 buildings, located at the approximate center of the zone. The last evidence of human habitation within SCP-5013 is dated to the 1920s.
SCP-5013 is covered in constant fog. While this has an unremarkable chemical composition, it has been observed to exhibit cognitohazardous properties, with the potential to induce confusion, amnesia, hallucinations, and feelings of déjà vu or jamais vu. These increase in intensity relative to proximity to the center of SCP-5013.
The amnestic effect of SCP-5013 is likely responsible for its other cognitohazardous properties. This effect primarily acts on memories of affected individuals under active recall while within SCP-5013. This has a secondary effect of causing disorientation, and making exit of SCP-5013 difficult. While protective gear is able to mitigate the effects of exposure, the intensity of SCP-5013 upon entry to the village is severe enough to prevent exit entirely, and personnel who enter this zone are unable to be retrieved. Mnestic drugs have been unable to prevent the effects of SCP-5013.
Hallucinations within the buildings of SCP-5013 generally reflect other indoor environments. These phenomena have not been observed to repeat. Whilst the content of these hallucinations generally reflects real-world, non-anomalous locations, clear identification of any of these locales has proven difficult. It is unclear whether this is a consistent property between hallucinations or an expected result of the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-5013. Poor identification of these locations in interviews with relevant civilians was initially thought to simply reflect their non-existence, but experimentation has noted that locals were more likely to report difficulty recalling a similar location, rather than non-recognition (when compared to subjects presented with fabricated control locations). Further experimentation into this phenomenon is ongoing. A brief list of reported examples is listed below.

A dacha of East German construction, converted into storage space and filled with tools and a Trabant car in poor condition.
A Mesoamerican ruined pyramid, not corresponding to any discovered structure.
A mid-20th century house built in the Czech Functionalist style.
A home in a submerged Nubian village, c. 1970.
An abandoned Greek Orthodox church on a hill overlooking the city of Trabzon, Turkey.
An empty, partially constructed building in the Argentine city of Ciudad Encrujiada, with design suggestive of a convention center/exhibition space.
A room of the Forbidden City in Beijing, not matched to any existing structure. A stack of papers bearing Foundation insignia is visible on a table.
The bridge of an unknown Gazelle-class cruiser of the Imperial German Navy, wrecked on a tropical island in shallow water.
A cave in a desert climate, containing a 20-meter high statue of the Buddha.
An Iranian coffee-house interior of 17th century design.

No persons have been observed in these hallucinations at any time.
Addendum 5013-1:

EXPLORATION LOG 5013-1

DATE: 01/04/2019
NOTES: First manned incursion following drone-based exploration, which mapped the area and collected soil, water and air samples, with no anomalous properties detected. One member of D-class personnel (D-724) was equipped with a two-way radio, video and audio recording equipment, a gas mask, a head-mounted lamp and 1 day of rations, with instructions to proceed to the central village within SCP-5013 and report their experiences.

<BEGIN LOG>
CONTROL: D-724, do you understand the mission? You are to walk directly down this path, straight ahead to the village. Report everything you see. We will give you instructions on when to return.
D-724: Yeah, I heard you at the briefing. What's so special about this place, anyway?
CONTROL: That's your job to find out. There's no sign of anything hostile in there, and all the samples we've taken are safe, but be careful. Don't touch anything without our permission.
D-724: Sure, I bet it's totally fine, that's why you're sending me instead of one of you guys. Why did you even give me a mask, then?
CONTROL: It's a standard precaution. You're free to return to your previous work detail if you don't like what's happening.
D-724: Okay, okay, I'm going.
D-724 enters SCP-5013.
D-724: Strange fog for this time of year.
CONTROL: Keep going and tell us if you experience anything unusual.
D-724: Nothing yet. I see some trees, pools of water, there's a wooden fence on my right, what can I tell you?
[D-724 continues walking down the path in silence for 12 minutes. Apart from the presence of fog, no anomalous activity is apparent.]

Still image from Exploration 5013-1.

D-724: There's a village up ahead.
CONTROL: That's your objective. Keep going and this will be over soon.
D-724: You didn't tell me about any village.
CONTROL: 724, we went over this in the briefing.
D-724: What are you talking about?
CONTROL: This isn't a game, 724. It's in your interest to stay alert and do your job properly.
D-724: What the hell are you talking about? What job?
CONTROL: 724, you need to… hmm. Okay. Just proceed to the village and report on what you see.
D-724: Uh, if you say so.
[D-724 enters the village. Camera movements are consistent with distress and agitation.]
CONTROL: Are you all right, 724?
D-724: What - what's going on? Where am I?
CONTROL: Take a breath, 724. Do you see something unusual?
D-724: Who - who are - 这是什么?1
CONTROL: Repeat that again, 724.
D-724: 我不明白. 发生了什么?2
[D-724 begins touching the gas mask and radio headset in confusion, then begins to remove them.]
CONTROL: D-724, stop that immediately!
D-724 does not respond and becomes increasingly agitated. He discards the gas mask and communications equipment, with the camera landing on the ground. He runs down the village street, out of view.
<END LOG>

EXPLORATION LOG 5013-2

DATE: 03/04/2019
NOTES: Manned incursion by 3-person team from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"), (E1 CPT Nguyen, E2 SSGT Zhou, E3 CPL Zimmerman). The team was selected from personnel with a measured Cognitohazard Resistance Value >50, and equipped with sidearms, non-lethal weaponry, rations, mnestic autoinjectors and HAZMAT gear due to suspicions at the time physical contact with the fog exacerbated its anomalous properties.

SCP-5013 on entry in Exploration 5013-2.

<BEGIN LOG>
E2: What are we even doing here? Isn't this a mission for weirdos like Eta-10?
E1: This is just an early recon run - scope out the anomaly, get out. We can do a better job of it than they can.
E2: You mean we're better at being expendable in a skip that makes you go crazy. Fucking hell.
CONTROL: You've been selected for this mission because you're skilled generalists with cognitohazard experience. Captain Nguyen has authority to abort if your assessment on the ground requires it.
E2: Yeah, you'd better fucking use that, Cap.
E1: Sooner this is done the better. Radio check?
E3: Zimmerman, check.
E2: Zhou, check.
E1: Okay, let's go.
[Team proceeds into SCP-5013.]
E3: So, who's going to sling this class-D over their back?
E2: Not sure. Who's the lowest ranked here?
E1: Nobody's carrying anyone out of here. We should be able to convince this guy to return.
E2: If he hears your Mandarin, he'd be wiser to take his chances with the skip - whoa, hold up. What's that in your suit?
[E2's camera moves to view E1's faceplate. Traces of fog are visible inside.]
E2: Fuck, a breach already?
E1: I don't see anything.
E2: There's a breach in your suit, Cap.
E1: Really? Okay. Not feeling anything unusual. Zimmerman, can you do a check?
[E3 checks E1's suit for breaches.]
E3: You're all clear, Captain.
E2: What's your name?
E1: ████ Nguyen.
E2: What's your date of birth?
E1: Sixth of May, eighty-seven.
E2: Who's the CPC General Secretary?
E1: Xi Jinping.
E2: Association - north.
E1: South.
E2: Lantern.
E1: Candle.
E2: Willow.
E1: Branch.
E2: Passphrase. I enter the court through the middle gate.
E1: My sleeve is wet with tears.
E2: All neural readings look normal. Can you confirm that, Control?
CONTROL: Confirmed, no abnormal readings on our end. Are you clear to proceed?
E1: We can proceed. I've seen worse coghazes on TV.
E3: What's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
E2: Shut up, Zimmerman. I don't like this at all, Cap. We haven't even taken ten steps and we're already losing control.
E1: We're not pulling out before we've taken those ten steps. Just follow my lead.
[The team continues through SCP-5013, approaching the village without incident. Retroactive analysis of footage shows fog is now visible in the suits of all three team members, though not in quantities sufficient for the team or Control to notice.]
E3: I see something on the ground.
E2: Gas mask, some sort of bag. This the spot where we lost the D-class?
E1: [moves to investigate] Standard Foundation-issue. Looks like it. No footprints - rain's washed them away. Best to check the houses. This looks as good a place to start as any. Weapons ready.
E1 pushes open the door of the nearest house. The interior is empty save for plant growth and broken furniture.
E1: Looks like we got our anomaly. You seeing this?
E2: All I see's some fuckin' weeds, Cap.
E3: Yeah, it looks different - ugh, and that buzzing?
E1: You don't see it? Looks like we got our coghaz. Control, can you give us a visual assessment?
CONTROL: I'm seeing an empty room with some plants and rubbish. Computer scan isn't picking up anything unusual. I can get back to you with a full anomaly pattern search in about thirty minutes.
E1: Okay. I see someone's bedroom, looks like a city somewhere in Europe, style nineteen- thirties maybe? Looking out the windows on that wall - I see a castle, two bridges, nighttime outside. No people around, but I hear someone yelling. German? Okay, it's stopped. Zhou? Zimmer?
E2: I'm with Control on this one. Nothing here for me.
E3: Uh, I'm looking at some jungle - I thought it was just normal, but the plants look different to what we've seen around here, and there's a bit more light - there's this buzzing, doesn't stop. Sounds like a lot of bugs.
E1: I'm going to sweep the room. Stay here.
E2: Watch yourself.
E1: Okay, I - woah.
E2: You all right, Cap?
E1: Yeah, I, uh - it's just faded out. Nothing here but a rotting table.
E3: I don't see anything either.
E2: Told you there wasn't anything there.
[E1 exits and closes the door.]
E1: Okay… okay, let's go. Next house? Are we getting some data here? I think we're getting something. Let's go.
E2: You sure you're all right, Cap? Better do a check again.
E1: A what? Sure. Sure. Go ahead.
E2: Your name?
E1: Nguyen.
E2: What's your date of birth?
E1: Sixth May, eighty- eighty-seven.
E2: Who's the Prime Minister of Japan?
E1: Abe.
E2: Association - east.
E1: West.
E2: Moon.
E1: Sun.
E2: Butterfly.
E1: Lizard.
E2: Because the mountain grass…
E1: Mountain grass?
E3: Uh-oh.
E2: Readings are off compared to before. Control?
CONTROL: Low-level fluctuations seen on our end. Caution is advised.
E2: We should call it. I see this going south real fast.
E1: No, no, I'm okay.
[E1 moves to the next house and opens the door.]

[DATA MISSING]

E1: This is - what is this?
E2: What is it?
E3: Huh, it's a big cube. Looks like a containment chamber. Some kind of big machine, not one I've seen before. This one of our sites? I see a number - site forty-one?
E2: Site what?
E3: Forty-one. You know -
E2: We're done here. Let's go.
[E2 pulls E1 out of the building and slams the door closed.]
E3: You know that? What -
E2: We've seen far more than enough. This is way above our pay grade, Cap. Get us out of here.
E1: Huh. This is - I don't -
E2: That's not good. Mnestics in, Nguyen.
E1: I - I don't understand.
E2: Fuck! Control, lead is affected by a high-level coghaz. I need his system override, code [REDACTED].
CONTROL: I see it, Sergeant. Giving you access. Do what you need to do.
[E2 activates E1's mnestic autoinjectors remotely.]
E2: Hey. Hey. Captain Nguyen. You with me?
E1: Who - who are you? What am I -
E2: Fuck. Okay, okay. You have to come with me. Zimmerman, grab his other arm.
E3: Uh, okay. Where, uh, where are we going?
E2: We're getting the fuck out of here, Zimmerman, come on.
E3: Sure, sure. What - what are we doing here anyway?
E2: God damn it. Just follow my lead.
[The team exits SCP-5013 at a significantly slower speed than that of entry. E2 spends much of this time guiding and encouraging E1 and E3, who remain confused and distractible.]
<END LOG>

Do you have regrets? Every person you sent to their death, every innocent you failed to save, every comrade you never saw again. I do. I'm sure you do. Even if your days aren't as dramatic, you remember what you shouldn't have said, words you shouldn't have heard, something you shouldn't have tried. We should have a clean slate. A fresh start. We will all be grateful. How can you miss what you do not know you had?

INTERVIEW LOG 5013-1

DATE: 04/04/2019
NOTES: Post-mission interview of SSGT Zhou, conducted by Control lead (Dr Anderson).

<BEGIN LOG>
ANDERSON: I'm sorry to go through this so soon after what happened, but you know the drill with these things. I won't keep you long.
ZHOU: Oh, yeah? I'm just overjoyed you decided to interview me. I've been aching to find out why you made my team into drooling idiots, and you can tell the Director that -
ANDERSON: Maybe we should go off the record, Terry.
ZHOU: (sighs) Forget it. Look, Chris, I'm pretty on edge right now. I don't want to bite your head off, but someone has to answer for the Captain and Zimmer having their brains scrambled by a coghaz. How could you do this to us?
ANDERSON: I - I'm not sure - okay, I'm not going to make excuses, but you know there are things I need to get clearance for to tell you. I'm going to recommend an inquiry, and I'm willing to take responsibility, but the medics have only had a day to look over Nguyen and Zimmerman. They still have a fighting chance, our mnestic treatments are a lot better than they were in the nineties.
ZHOU: I'd find that more reassuring if you'd let me see them.
ANDERSON: That's out of my hands, but I think they're off-site now.
ZHOU: Let's get this over with, then. What did you need to ask?
ANDERSON: We're trying to figure out why you weren't affected by the anomaly. We've got one working theory - but anyway. You weren't affected, right? From the reports when you got back to the Site and reviewing the footage, nobody noticed anything, but anything we might have missed?
ZHOU: No. I walked through that whole damn place and didn't have any visions, didn't forget my name, uh, but there was - can we go off the record for this? … guess not. Just don't dissect my brain or anything. I'm not sleeping well, and I'm misplacing small things. My phone, my watch, being a few days off on the date - but I've had a rough couple of days.
ANDERSON: That's fair. I don't think I can make anything of that. You'll need a medical, still.
ZHOU: Yeah, I know.
[ANDERSON is silent for 90 seconds.]
ZHOU: You don't have anything else for me?
ANDERSON: Hmm? Sorry. I just - never mind. What's your opinion on… on amnestics?
ZHOU: I've taken my fair share. I know the last time was about two years back? Can't tell you what for. Obviously.
ANDERSON: Sounds about right. I've consulted the dispensing records and you've been on amnestics every… a lot of times… since you joined up. You must have been on a rough detail before I met you.
ZHOU: I wouldn't know. (laughs dryly)
ANDERSON: Well. The point is, the, um, Captain… Captain Nguyen… yes. He never took them. Right? You knew that?
ZHOU: Yes, now you mention it. It was a moral kind of thing, like feeling obliged to remember what he's done. I thought it was pretty stupid, but I respected that, in a way. You - you think I have some kind of immunity? That he didn't?
ANDERSON: Immunity? Yes. Something like that.
ZHOU: And Zimmer, he probably had a few, newbie, seen some things he wasn't cleared for, but not as many as an old lady like me. Sound about right?
ANDERSON: Zimmer?
ZHOU: You know, Corporal Zimmerman. You're not going off on me too, are you, Chris?
ANDERSON: What?
ZHOU: Earth to Anderson.
ANDERSON: I - who's that? Anderson?
ZHOU: Chris, if this is a joke, it's not fucking funny.
ANDERSON: I - I - I - (silence)
ZHOU: Oh, shit.
[Alarms sounding.]
<END LOG>

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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
Due to the exponential increase in ED-K-Class events, instability in the documentation for SCP-5013 is anticipated. Instability in other documentation dated beyond June 2019 is also a possibility. All personnel with clearance should take appropriate cognitohazard precautions. While the vector of transmission of the phenomenon is unknown, all personnel who experience potential cognitohazardous effects should enact immediate quarantine procedures and alert site security staff.
Given the nature of the ED-K-Class Scenario, all pertinent information should be acted on immediately.
— Director, RAISA

I have never seen this building. There are others here, who bring up shades of white, black, orange. I do not remember what this means. I remember how to write, though. I remember I can push these keys and my thoughts appear. I am luckier than some of them.
I think that something terrible has happened, but I do not know what.

Footnotes
1. Mandarin, "what is this?"
2. "I don't understand. What's happening?"

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SCP-5014 prior to termination.

Item #: SCP-5014
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5014's body is to be kept in a standard human cadaver storage chamber. Foundation personnel may only examine SCP-5014's body with Level-1 Clearance or above.
Description: SCP-5014 was a 29-year-old Anglo-American human male, standing 1.63 meters tall and weighing 75 kilograms. SCP-5014 was previously thought to be physically immortal and had previously demonstrated incredible durability against various forms of trauma and bodily harm.
SCP-5014 had previously endured the following with no adverse affects:

Assault via firearm.
Blunt force.
Repeated stabbing.
Immolation.
Consumption and inhalation of toxins.
Explosives.
Long-term exposure to a vacuum.
Self-inflicted harm. (During and between recorded experiments)

SCP-5014 had claimed to previously be vulnerable, as evidenced through a burn scar on the back of its right hand, which it claimed was from an incident with a stove top. It is yet unknown what caused SCP-5014 to gain its anomalous properties.
SCP-5014's cadaver shows no sign of anomalous durability; as such, it has since been classified as Neutralized as of Incident 5014-01 on September 27th, 2022.
Incident 5014-01 Dossier: On September 27th, 2022, during a routine experimentation session with SCP-5014, Researcher Faith deBolt, wielding a firearm previously used in prior experiments, successfully neutralized SCP-5014 with a single shot to the forehead. Post-mortem examination concludes that approximately 6 seconds passed between the bullet entering SCP-5014's skull and its death. An investigation was later put in place to determine the reason behind its death. Suspects of note are listed below, as submitted by Foundation Researchers in the order of submission.

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Suspect 5014-01
Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
Description: Suspect 5014-01 is a model of Ruger LCP handgun, which was previously in SCP-5014's possession prior to its containment. Suspect 5014-01 had been used previously on SCP-5014 to no effect.
Investigation: Suspect 5014-01 was used in several experiments against multiple immortal entities in Foundation facilities. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
Conclusion: Suspect 5014-01 did not terminate SCP-5014.

Suspect 5014-02
Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
Description: Suspect 5014-02 is Researcher Faith deBolt, the researcher responsible for firing the weapon that terminated SCP-5014 during Incident 5014-01.
Investigation: Suspect 5014-02 was told to attack several immortal entities with the intent to kill, using a variety of methods including firearms, blunt weapons, bladed weapons, her bare hands, and remotely-operated weaponry. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
Conclusion: Suspect 5014-02 did not terminate SCP-5014.

Suspect 5014-03
Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt
Description: Suspect 5014-03 is the containment chamber that SCP-5014 was housed in for the duration of its approximately three-year containment, which was also the chamber where it was terminated.
Investigation: A single immortal entity was housed within Suspect 5014-03 until it had reached the exact amount of time in containment that SCP-5014 had experienced. The entity was experimented on with the intent to terminate. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01.
Conclusion: Suspect 5014-03 did not terminate SCP-5014.

Suspect 5014-08.

Suspect 5014-08
Researcher: Researcher Carlyle Fleming
Description: Suspect 5014-08 is SCP-5014's ex-wife. Interviews from SCP-5014 claimed that she "wanted (it) dead more than anything".
Investigation: Suspect 5014-08 was covertly abducted and scanned for anomalous activity. Suspect 5014-08 was then taken through the same experiments as used for Suspect 5014-02. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Suspect 5014-08 was then amnesticized and returned to her home.
Conclusion: Suspect 5014-08 did not terminate SCP-5014.

Suspect 5014-12
Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg
Description: Suspect 5014-12 is the specific area in the middle forehead where SCP-5014 was shot, theorized to have never been harmed prior to SCP-5014's death.
Investigation: Audio, video, and written documentation of each experiment tested on SCP-5014 is currently being examined. Investigation is unclear and incomplete, particularly due to the fact that interviews from SCP-5014 claim that they had attained their anomalous properties several years prior to their containment. While evidence has shown that previous experiments have harmed SCP-5014 in a similar if not exact location on the forehead, Researcher Katzenburg has kept the investigation open. He has insisted that Suspect 5014-12 may be as small as a fraction of a millimeter in size.
Conclusion: Unknown, deemed unlikely.

Suspect 5014-21
Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg
Description: Suspect 5014-21 is the exact sequence of events SCP-5014 went through before their death.
Investigation: As one Foundation Researcher that experimented on SCP-5014 at the time has since been permanently hospitalized, this particular investigation cannot be completed without harm to the researcher.
Conclusion: Unknown.

Suspect 5014-29
Researcher: Researcher Gretchen Reuters
Description: Suspect 5014-29 is an event that took place within the period that SCP-5014 took to die.
Investigation: Suspect 5014-29 was first discovered by accident while investigating SCP-3885, and an incident that occurred with an instance of SCP-3885-01. At the exact moment that SCP-5014 had been terminated, an instance of SCP-3885-01 had perished in an explosion; the first and currently only recorded time an instance of SCP-3885-01 perished. Further investigation into other contained immortal entities during the exact moment SCP-5014 had perished had not given similar results, as few were in positions that would cause them to perish in the first place.
Conclusion: Unknown.

Suspect 5014-33
Researcher: Therapist Emilia Daring1
Description: Suspect 5014-33 is a misunderstanding of SCP-5014's anomalous properties.
Investigation: Prior interviews with SCP-5014 had claimed that it had previously discovered its anomalous properties during an attempted suicide. According to several psychological evaluations, Therapist Daring had noted that SCP-5014's depression had worsened from feeling it was obligated to die due to outside pressure, to actively seeking death for their own sake. Due to the correlation to its psychological state, it could be believed that the extent of SCP-5014's anomalous properties were over-estimated.
Conclusion: Unknown.

Footnotes
1. Worked with SCP-5014 often prior to its death.

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