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Item #: SCP-5971
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Suppression of knowledge concerning the anomaly is ongoing, pending approval of mass amnesticization protocol. A cover story is being formulated, to be disseminated in the Central Wisconsin area, of a technologically advanced terrorist threat in order to temporarily misinform the public within SCP-5971's area of effect.
Locating the epicenter of the SCP-5971 phenomenon is considered a primary containment objective. Field agents and researchers within SCP-5971 must be able to communicate through American Sign Language, and are to maintain long-distance communication by text to reduce data loss.
Foundation Site-608 is currently in the process of engineering a device to maintain a semblance of normalcy within SCP-5971.
Description: SCP-5971 is a persisting silence within Sauk County, Wisconsin; acoustic waveforms are suppressed within the area, preventing the transmission of sound. Currently, it is estimated that SCP-5971 not only encompasses all of Reedsburg, Wisconsin, but affects portions of nearby towns.
Discovery: SCP-5971 spontaneously occurred at approximately 02:15 AM on October 8th, 2011, reported by Foundation agents embedded in local authorities via secure e-mail to Site-608. Initially, it had been logged as an Extranormal Event, however its longevity has since warranted escalation in importance.

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Item #: SCP-5972
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: International medical databases are to be monitored in an effort to locate any remaining individuals displaying symptoms indicative of SCP-5972.
The algorithmic test carried out on 2016/02/23 has singled out the 4.3% of audio components which remain unaccounted for; individuals demonstrating tics which do not satisfy this criteria are to be eliminated from the investigation.
At this stage, it is not expedient for any affected individuals to be placed into Foundation custody directly; however, subjects are to be monitored by personnel embedded in global health services, who have the authorization to detain and transfer an individual should further Foundation research be required.

Description: SCP-5972 is a phenomenon first recorded on 2016/01/10. To date, 1,887 affected individuals have been identified across five continents.
Symptoms of SCP-5972 manifest as a verbal tic; those affected will emit repetitive, monosyllabic verbalizations at regular intervals, in some cases exceeding the conventional human vocal range. Intervals can be as frequent as two seconds, with the longest interval observed being four minutes and sixteen seconds in length. Amnestic treatment has proven ineffective for reducing symptoms in those affected.
SCP-5972 was flagged as potentially anomalous during routine trawling of global data by Foundation pattern recognition algorithms. This showed a marked increase in individuals presenting with tic-like symptoms to health services in several nations, consistent with the trajectory of downed entertainment satellite WCBS-02 (see Addendum-1). In addition, researchers monitoring SCP-4445 recorded an unprecedented M/HRAV Variation of -83.7 that same day, a Variation which lasted forty-seven hours1. Significant fluctuations have persisted ever since.

+ Addendum-1

- Addendum-1

On the morning of 2016/01/10, a strike by an unidentified object knocked radio satellite WCBS-02 from geostationary orbit above New York City. The rogue WCBS-02 was subsequently destroyed in a collision with a separate satellite. The object responsible for the initial collision is believed to have been following a space-bound trajectory from Earth.

+ Addendum-2

- Addendum-2

On 2016/02/23, all known individuals under Foundation observation were transported to Provisional Site-83, a defunct baseball stadium near Chicago2. This was an international operation, financed by twenty branches of the Foundation worldwide.
Upon arrival of all subjects at Provisional Site-83, a synchronicity between the victims of SCP-5972 became apparent; the verbal tics, when aligned, create a full-length, looping vocal composition of David Bowie's single “Starman”, including backing instrumentation. Algorithmic comparison to the original recording suggests that up to 95.7% of the sound is identical. Researchers suspect that a significant number of affected individuals have yet to be identified.

On 2016/04/03, all remaining subjects had been identified and mass transportation to Provisional Site-83 was once again arranged. A total of 1,972 subjects were present for the test.
The result was a complete vocal recreation of "Starman", deemed a 100% match with the original Bowie recording by the same algorithm as used in the first test. After reaching the end of the song, individuals began to experience a gradual reduction, followed by cessation, of SCP-5972 symptoms. The fluctuations in M/HRAV observed since 2016/01/10 also returned to baseline levels upon conclusion of the song.
Reclassification to Neutralized is pending.

Footnotes
1. Since confirmed to have been caused by the death of musician David Bowie at his Manhattan home on the morning of 2016/01/10. Multiple news reports about Bowie's passing had also been flagged by the algorithm.
2. The large number of subjects exceeded the capacity of most permanent Foundation facilities.

« SCP-5971 | SCP-5972 | SCP-5973 »


WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED

ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. YOU MAY BE SUBJECT TO CLASS C AMNESTIC TREATMENT IN ACCORDANCE WITH EXECUTIVE ORDER O5-5973-2.

Item #: SCP-5973
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to maintain SCP-5973's exclusion zone during the recovery and clean-up phase. Non-Foundation emergency personnel within this zone are to be supervised; upon leaving, they are to be treated with appropriate amnestics.

Update: 05/11/21
Following an emergency consultation with the Ethics Committee, the O5 Council has authorized the termination of any surviving sentient organisms found within the SCP-5973 exclusion zone (Executive Order O5-5973-1). Operatives suspected to have participated in the termination of survivors prior to the issuing of this Order will no longer face disciplinary action. Research Site-33's reactor ring is to be used as a temporary depository for organic remains until a larger storage vessel is acquired.
A combined amnestic and misinformation campaign (Executive Order O5-5973-2) is to be enacted with immediate effect. A mandatory Class C amnestics drive, to which all Foundation personnel below the executive levels will be subjected, will be enforced over the coming weeks. We believe this is in the best interests of preserving the Foundation's reputation and its directives to Secure, Contain, and Protect.
The presence of such a large exclusion zone makes total prevention of media and public interest impossible; as such, Foundation operatives within the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) are to disseminate the story that an unprecedented seismic event has occurred.

Structural and terrain damage in ████████ Township, close to the north-western edge of the exclusion zone.

Description: SCP-5973 is the designation for a spatial anomaly that occurred on 05/10/21 at Temporal and Extraspatial Research Site-33 in ██████, Ohio. Personnel had successfully propelled a single hydrogen atom to a speed believed faster-than-light.1 The particle accelerator, an underground structure twenty-seven kilometres in diameter beneath ██████ County, had been in use without fault for three years prior to the SCP-5973 event, though no tests prior to 05/10/21 had achieved an FTL effect.
The spatial anomaly occurred several milliseconds after the atom reached FTL speeds; it has been speculated that the atom lapped itself several times before a mechanical fault abruptly reduced its speed, causing it to collide with a previous iteration of itself which was subsequently knocked from its course.
The immediate effect of this collision was the duplication of all matter within the accelerator's perimeter (offset from its existing position by approximately 0.6 inches). Severe damage to manmade and organic structures within the 27-kilometre perimeter (including several towns) occurred in seconds. Winds of up to eleven on the Beaufort scale were recorded as far away as Wisconsin in the moments following SCP-5973; the cause of this event was the mass displacement of air.
The widespread loss of life caused by SCP-5973 is believed to have been largely instantaneous, with the majority expiring from crush and laceration injuries. The current human toll stands at approximately fourteen thousand.2 Among those who expired were fifty-seven Foundation personnel, following the destruction of Site-33 infrastructure within the radius of the anomaly. As exploration and recovery is ongoing, the final toll is still pending.

+ Incident Report 05/11/21

- Incident Report 05/11/21

Interviewed: Agent █████ Manston, MTF MTF Alpha-4
Interviewer: Dr Ash Singh, Ethics Committee
Foreword: In the immediate aftermath of SCP-5973, eighty two-man response teams were sent into the affected area to assist with reconnaissance and recovery. Personnel had been drafted in from a variety of MTF squads in order to maximise operational capacity (hence the presence of “Pony Express” operatives).
<Begin Log>
Agent Manston: Look, I don't want a grilling. I want some Class C. I wanna forget this whole fucking thing, but you've had me sitting in here for-
Dr Singh: I can't imagine what you're going through, █████. How about I just… let you talk. Tell me what you found yesterday, you and Agent Dunnings. I'll be recording.
Agent Manston: Fine, whatever. It was a fucking mess, that's what it was. We're Pony Express, for God's sake. One minute we're in Dayton, snooping around some USPS office ‘cause a worker thinks she found a “stamp that moved”. Next thing you know we get a call that every agent in the state's been mobilized, pronto. Something big. They sent a Chinook down to get us, and next thing I know we're heading into a disaster zone.
They had us, me and Dunnings… Christ, it was a middle school, or it used to be. On a Monday morning. I knew it was gonna be bad wherever we dropped, but that… oh, God. What I'll remember the most, though, or maybe what I, y'know, latched onto instead of all those poor people, it was the silence. Other than the choppers in the distance, it was dead quiet. That's when we heard the… gunshot.
So we went across the yard, across the street, and there was this Wendy's. Mind you, we weren't supposed to enter any place we hadn't been assigned, what with practically everything being “structurally unsound”. But we went over to this Wendy's where we heard the shot coming from. Just like the school, it was full of… I'm gonna be real, most of those poor bastards you could barely say were “bodies” anymore. Hideously deformed… dismembered. Bits and pieces of people everywhere. Only I went in, at first, went behind the counter. You know, where they cook the food. And this one girl… I think it was a girl… she was bleeding. Not in the same way the others had bled… she'd been shot, right through what was left of her, of her…
Dr Singh: It's okay, █████. Take your time.
Agent Manston: Anyway, she was warm. Like she'd been alive a bit longer than the others. Wouldn't wish it on my own worst enemy, to survive a disaster like that. But that bullet had gone right through, and the way it was flayed, I knew it was Foundation issue. I called Dunnings inside, and you know what he said to me? Straight away, “that's a mercy kill.” Can't say either of us blame whoever did it.
And in the bathroom, what was left of it, that's where I found… Agents Parker and Carruth. Pony Express like me and Dunnings. We're an MTF, but we're not soldiers, doctor. None of us, let alone them, were prepared for… this. Parker and Carruth, in full tactical gear, slumped in a stall. They'd removed their breathing apparatus, and set off a single can of amnestics. Parker's gun, I checked, it was still hot.
Dr Singh: I'd like to deeply apologise on the behalf of the Foundation, █████. The Ethics Committee are devoted-
Agent Manston: My ass you are. You didn't stop them testing that great big fucking collider or whatever. Who was that "protecting"? It's an affront, doctor, to everything this Foundation purports to represent.
Dr Singh: The administration are hugely embarrassed by this disaster, Agent Manston. Besides, Site-33 had a purpose. We hoped the accelerator would help us better understand the mechanics of space-time anomalies-
Agent Manston: We're done here, doctor. I'll take the Class C, then get me out of here.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Agent Manston's testimony formed the basis of Executive Orders O5-5973-1 and O5-5973-2. The Ethics Committee and O5 Council came to the joint conclusion that maximum suppression of SCP-5973, and its associated events and aftermath, is the most effective way to preserve the Foundation's integrity, reputation, and internal morale.

+ Addendum-1: 05/11/21

- Addendum-1: 05/11/21

Internal memo from the Administrator to O5 Command
The Administrator: I've just had Senator ████████ on the phone. He's rather displeased that “FEMA” have not yet given any indication as to the death toll. The exclusion zone is also raising questions – the usual pundits have some colourful theories already. Not that I'm opposed to hundreds of conflicting nutjob conspiracies in the name of misdirection.

+ Addendum-2: 05/11/21

- Addendum-2: 05/11/21

Exchange between O5-4 and the Administrator
O5-4: I'll take the Committee's word for it, but the mass-amnesticization of all our own staff is an approach that… well.
Administrator: Well? It's in all our best interests, O5-4. I simply cannot allow for the psychological trauma of our employees to impede future operations or, God forbid, the Veil. Imagine a guilt-ridden whistleblower-
O5-4: You're certain this is the right move?
Administrator: I have confidence in our abilities to maintain a public cover-up. On our part, this is what you might call “a colossal fuck-up”. And when it comes to fuck-ups, my preferred course of action is to ensure they never happen again.
O5-4: If only we had an Antimemetics Division to cook something up. Else we could be looking at the biggest shambles since Star Signals.
Administrator: Star Signals didn't kill 14,000 people. Unless you want to go after old photographs, phone directories, any kind of physical evidence that remotely suggests these 14,000 ever once existed, there's too many discrepancies for me to put my total faith in Ennui or a similar protocol just yet. I propose we continue with the Executive Order as-is.
O5-4: There's media chatter about the death toll already. I can arrange some personnel to give statements to the press; that should counteract our lack of, ahem, survivors.
Administrator: You have my blessing to proceed.

+ Addendum-3: 05/12/21

- Addendum-3: 05/12/21

Excerpt from CNN article, 05/12/21
PRESSURE MOUNTS AS OHIO QUAKE DEATH TOLL COULD BE ‘AS HIGH AS 14,000'
By Jason Farley, CNN
Updated 1106 EST May 12, 2021
Representatives from across the Midwest have today condemned the Presidential administration for ‘enabling rural decline' following suggestions that as many as 14,000 could be dead following Tuesday's earthquake in eastern Ohio.
Poor infrastructure and neglected construction codes are among the grievances cited in the joint letter to the White House, whilst heat has been directed at the Federal Emergency Management Agency for maintaining their press exclusion zone.
A FEMA source told CNN: ‘What we're looking at here is a level of devastation that this country has never known. Out of respect for the victims and their families, it's the agency's decision that we will not be allowing media coverage of the damage for the foreseeable future. One thing I can say is this – regarding the death toll, we must be prepared for the worst.'
An anonymous survivor told Columbus news agency WSYX that ‘the ground just started shaking. I've heard of little quakes, but I didn't think one this big could ever happen in Ohio.'

+ Addendum-4: 05/12/21

- Addendum-4: 05/12/21

Internal memo from the Administrator to O5 Command
Good, keep pointing those fingers at the government. I have ordered what remains of Site-33 be totally razed, and all other evidence of Foundation activities in the region be destroyed. This was a close call, but combined with the effects of Exec. Order 5973-2 I believe we have successfully absolved the Foundation of any involvement in this tragedy.
You may now voluntarily subject yourselves to Class C amnestic treatment should you so wish.

Footnotes
1. The exact speed is unknown, due to the destruction of recording and computer equipment at Site-33.
2. Excluding the duplicate entities which materialised during the event.

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Item #: SCP-5975
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Bookstores and libraries with high potential for containing SCP-5975 instances are to be monitored for potential signs of containment breach. Verified copies of SCP-5975 are to be seized and remanded into secure containment lockers at Site 118's Beta Wing. SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2 are to be identified, and then placed under Foundation monitoring while further research is conducted on potential deviations to SCP-5975's anomalous cycle. Following expiration of either SCP-5975-1 or SCP-5975-2 as part of SCP-5975's primary anomaly, the corresponding SCP-5975 instance is to be moved to Site 118's historical archives.
Following 5975 Incident Gamma, further research concerning alternative SCP-5975 generation methods is pending review.
Description: SCP-5975 is a collection of anomalous literature featuring a recurring prescriptive narrative cycle. Each SCP-5975 instance presents itself as a work of fiction, but events described in SCP-5975 are reflected in reality following their description in the work. Consequently, the progression of SCP-5975's narrative creates a deterministic effect on its real-life counterparts. Though the text of each SCP-5975 is different, they can be identified by a few common narrative elements and themes:

The presence of two main characters, designated SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Their interactions between each other are further detailed below.

Prose that has been consistently described as "happy," "wholesome," and "heartwarming."

Consistent, repeated references to the importance of bonds.

An emphasis on seemingly serendipitous events that lead to positive outcomes for both SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Past examples have included successful business ventures between the two, fulfilling relationships, and/or overcoming difficult challenges together.

SCP-5975 typically appears in printed book form, and has been found in a wide range of bookshops and libraries since its first categorization in 18██. Institutions with a high density of books relating to arcane, occult, or thaumaturgical concepts are at higher risk of SCP-5975 infection, though size of the institution's collection has no effect.1 In all cases, employees and other individuals who would have interacted with the work do not remember placing the work, nor do there exist records of it within internal archives.
SCP-5975's anomalous effect starts once an individual begins reading the text associated with it. Stopping the reading process does not halt the progression of SCP-5975's narrative, but fully reading the text is believed to accelerate the process. Upon expiration of either/both SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2, the text ceases to become anomalous, and can be read safely.

+ Textual Example of SCP-5975

- Textual Example of SCP-5975

"Jonathan!"
The man in question stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, recognizing the voice, but not wanting to. Looking down the long path of the footbridge, he saw her stumbling along the road, clumsy as a newborn giraffe. The sight almost made him smile. Almost.
Finally, she managed to stagger her way up to him, and tried to stare him down with all the sternness that her 5 foot frame could muster. Again, he resisted the urge to smile.
Focus. Don't forget what she did.
"Were you really going to just pretend like you didn't see me?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hips.
"Did it work?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"I don't think you want me to answer that."
"Jonathan!"
"What do you want, Sophia? I thought we were done."
Her eyes softened somewhat, and she looked away. Jonathan couldn't help but notice her finger tapping out a nervous beat against her leg, staccato and shaky. She bit her lip in that way that she always did, and looked out towards the water beyond the bridge. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter than he had ever heard her speak before.
"I'm sorry. I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Are you really going to make me spell it out?"
Jonathan made a move to turn around and she grabbed at his hand, drawing him back to her like a moth to a flame.
"Okay! I was afraid of the commitment! Afraid that if I dove in, I'd get burned again. I'm 35, Jonathan. I've been around the block too often. I know how these things usually end for people like me. I didn't want to let myself open up again. It's…god, it's happened too much. But I was dumb. I…made a mistake."
Her next words were softer still. She locked gazes with him, her eyes soft and big and vulnerable, his small and tired and pained.
"Please. One more chance."
He stood there for a moment, not saying anything for a moment, drinking in the words. The wind whipped through his hair, the howling in the breeze the only soundtrack for their conversation. When he spoke, it was his turn to be quiet.
"…you're a real piece of work, you know that?"
A faint wisp of a smile cracked her face.
"Aren't we both?"
"I think you've got me beat by a fair margin."
She lightly slapped him on the arm. The smile on her face had grown to full on grin.
"It's not my fault you're psycho."
She went to slap his arm again, but this time he intercepted its path, grabbing her hand before it could reach its target. He pulled it down gently, and laced his fingers around hers, and softly squeezing. She stepped forward, and planted her head in its usual spot on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, knowing that this time, he wouldn't let go.
Everything was going to be okay.

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION: INCIDENT 5975-GAMMA
On 09/16/20██, the following documents were appended to SCP-5975's file by an unknown source. They are presented here in chronological order, pending further investigation. While no cognitohazardous effects have been detected, readers should exercise caution when reading the following files.

Email Exchange: On 02/12/20██, the following emails were exchanged between SCP-5975 project leads, Dr. Andrew Zhou and Dr. Maria Fernandez, who had, at the time, been responsible for cataloguing the 373 extant examples of SCP-5975 under Foundation monitoring.

To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou
From: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez
Subject: Something weird

Andy,
Have you gotten a chance to look at 373? I didn't see it until now, but it seems as though it doesn't really fit in with the pattern. You sure one of the interns didn't get it mixed up?
PS: It's Qasem's birthday on Wednesday. Cake time?
-Maria

To: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez
From: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou
Subject: Re: Something weird

Maria,
No, I signed off on that one. What about it was weird? Seemed like a pretty standard case to me; I've attached a scan of my annotated version on this email. Give it a whirl.
Also: yes on cake! I'll ping Cynthia about it.
-Andy
Sent from my iPhone

To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou
From: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez
Subject: Re: Something weird

Andy,
Come to my office right now.
-Maria

Altered Literature: Following the aforementioned email exchange, it was discovered that alterations had been made to the previously linked textual example of SCP-5975's effect. All copies of the text connected to the Foundation main archives had been altered, with the exception of Dr. Zhou's hand-annotated copy that he had printed out himself. While the majority of the work remains the same, the ending (highlighted in green) had been significantly altered. Annotations in red have been added by Dr. Zhou, and annotations in blue by Dr. Fernandez.

+ Updated Textual Example

- Updated Textual Example

"Jonathan!"2
The man in question stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, recognizing the voice, but not wanting to. Looking down the long path of the footbridge, he saw her stumbling along the road, clumsy as a newborn giraffe.3 The sight almost made him smile. Almost.
Finally, she managed to stagger her way up to him, and tried to stare him down with all the sternness that her 5 foot frame could muster. Again, he resisted the urge to smile.
Focus. Don't forget what she did.
"Were you really going to just pretend like you didn't see me?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hips.
"Did it work?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"I don't think you want me to answer that."
"Jonathan!"
"What do you want, Sophia? I thought we were done."
Her eyes softened somewhat, and she looked away. Jonathan couldn't help but notice her finger tapping out a nervous beat against her leg, staccato and shaky. She bit her lip in that way that she always did, and looked out towards the water beyond the bridge. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter than he had ever heard her speak before.
"I'm sorry. I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Are you really going to make me spell it out?"
Jonathan made a move to turn around and she grabbed at his hand, drawing him back to her like a moth to a flame.
"Okay! I was afraid of the commitment! Afraid that if I dove in, I'd get burned again. I'm 35, Jonathan. I've been around the block too often. I know how these things usually end for people like me. I didn't want to let myself open up again. It's…god, it's happened too much. But I was dumb. I…made a mistake."
Her next words were softer still. She locked gazes with him, her eyes soft and big and vulnerable, his small and tired and pained.
"Please. One more chance."
He stood there for a moment, not saying anything for a moment, drinking in the words. The wind whipped through his hair, the howling in the breeze the only soundtrack for their conversation. When he spoke, it was his turn to be quiet.
"…but it had to be with him?"
Daggers.
"I know what he did to yo-"
"And yet you still did it."
More daggers.4
"It was a mista-"
"You 'mistakenly' took him home? To our home?"
Every word a stab.
"Jonathan! I'm sor-"
"Good bye, Sophia."
He turned to walk away again, this time for good. She grabbed at his wrist once more, a desperate cling to a life raft in a sea of turmoil. He batted her hand away.
"Get off me. Don't touch me with those hands."
"Come back!"
She tried to grab at him, both hands this time, but he shoved her backwards, hard. She stumbled, falling back hard as she hit the edge of the fence. For a moment's breath, he thought to grab out to her, to save her as she had once saved him, but then he exhaled and she was falling, falling, falling, tumbling over the edge and down to the cold waters below without as much as a single sound.
He ran to the edge and looked over, searching for a trace of her but all he could feel was falling, falling, falling. Some part of him wanted to scream but found that naught came out but an overwhelming sense of fear and rage and loneliness and vindication. The wind itself reached a shriek in his ear that made him feel as though he had done the right thing and that all he felt was good and right and that she had deserved what had happened to her.
He looked down to the water below and wondered why he had ever been afraid of them. They had seemed vast and wide and unknown but all of a sudden, he felt as though that were perfectly natural, that the way of things meant that they could only ever be that way and that all the works of man and beast and god were but dust compared to the vast unknowable nothing that was the true order of the universe and before long he felt himself at the edge and then he was
falling
falling
falling

Both individuals were identified a few weeks after the altering of this specific SCP-5975 instance. Local news stories reported on a double suicide at the French King Bridge in Massachusetts.5 Neither body was ever recovered.

Over the course of the next month, a similar degradation in text was noticed in other copies of SCP-5975, leading to a widespread change in narrative progression. A meta-critique conducted by Drs. Zhou and Fernandez began to assemble a new set of identifying criteria for corruption in SCP-5975, as listed below:

The presence of two main characters, designated SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Their interactions between each other are further detailed below.

Prose that has been consistently described as "dark," "evocative," and "tragic."

Consistent, repeated references to a fear of the unknown.

A precipitating event that causes a split between SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Past examples of this include an affair by 5975-1, financial and/or physical hardship, or a miscommunication that causes harm to 5975-2. This leads to an intense deterioration of their relationship that ends in tragedy for both characters.

Unknown Recording 1: The following is the transcript of a conversation between Dr. Zhou and Dr. Fernandez. The source of this recording is unknown, but was dated to 03/15/20██. The conversation is believed to have taken place in Dr. Fernandez's office.

Knocking sound can be heard.
Fernandez: Come in.
Zhou: Hey Maria. Finish annotating Iteration 366 yet?
Fernandez: Oh, hi Andy! Uh, not yet. Had to dig through the old catalog for a bit. I think 366 actually has some similarities with 346 and 353 which might lead to something. Could be a new trend. Can I send it to you to look over later?
Zhou: Sure, go for it. I'll be going over some of the field reports.
Fernandez: Great, thank you.
No sound for approximately 30 seconds.
Fernandez: Something else I can help you with, Andy?
Zhou: Well, that depends. What are you doing tonight?
Fernandez: Probably going to have a glass of wine and watch the Great British Bake-Off. Oh, god, that sounds a lot sadder than I meant it to be.
Zhou: No, not at all, haha! Well, if you're not busy with that…I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner. Just to…uh…go over reports, you know?
Fernandez: Just for reports?
Zhou: Yeah. Definitely.
Fernandez: Hmm. I was looking forward to seeing Rian sweep the competition with his tarts.
Zhou: Oh, yeah, I underst-
Fernandez: …but I guess I could clear my schedule past…seven?
Zhou: Seven. Yeah, that'll work. I'll drop by your office then?
Fernandez: I'll bring the reports.

Unknown Recording 2: The following recording was taken in Dr. Zhou's office at 9:53 PM, the same day as the previous log.

Zhou: …and somehow, miraculously, I only sprained my ankle. Swear to god.
Fernandez: [Laughing] Oh my god, that's crazy! If your mom was anything like mine, I bet you had a fun time explaining that mess.
Zhou: Oh, of course. Let's just put it this way: she had to get a new pair of sandals after she was through with me.
Both researchers laugh for a few moments before it dies down.
Fernandez: Well…thanks for taking me out to dinner.
Zhou: Yeah, of course. I…uh…I had fun tonight. Let's….do it again sometime?
Fernandez: I'd like that.
Silence for a few moments, before the sound of a kiss.
Zhou: See you tomorrow?
Fernandez: Gotta finish those reports sometime, after all. Night, Andy.
Zhou: Good night, Mimi.

Anomalous Progression: 3 months after the above recording, Drs. Zhou and Fernandez submitted the following jointly authored brief to the attention of O5 Command. Earlier sections summarizing the nature of the outbreak have been removed for brevity.

At the time of writing of this report, research efforts have concluded that all examples of SCP-5975 have now been corroded into the version first noticed in Iteration 373. All attempts to limit the spread of degradation, including separation onto different servers, translation into other languages, and physical rewriting of the text have failed to stop or even slow down this rate of corruption. Even the originally unaltered copy of Iteration 373 that sparked this discovery has now been converted.
Shortly following the initial discovery of the outbreak, the authors of this report noted a new set of identifying criteria in the few examples of text that had been initially altered. Following the full meta-analysis of the archived incidents, the authors have been able to add an additional criterion:
97.6% of the identified stories involved one of the two main characters, SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2, killing the other. 2.4% of studied cases resulted in one of the characters dying of unrelated causes before the narrative effects of SCP-5975 could play out. That means that 100% of cases ended in the death of at least one, though often both, of the main characters.
Research efforts are now being directed towards whether or not this effect can be halted or slowed.

Unknown Recording 3: The following recording was taken approximately half a year after the last report was sent, and is believed to have originated from Dr. Zhou's office.

Zhou: I just don't get it.
Fernandez: Get what?
Zhou: Just…everything. We've studied hundreds of cases now. Pored over them all. And still, no reason why this is happening.
Fernandez: You work three doors down from a guy who studies spontaneously combusting frogs, and you feel like you don't have any good answers?
Zhou: Point. But this is clearly…well, something. How did this thing even start? How are all of these books even linked together? Just what the heck is going on?
Fernandez: I get what you're saying, babe, but I'm not sure that I have an answer for you.
Zhou: Yeah, yeah, I know. [Pauses] I wonder how they feel.
Fernandez: Loving the cryptic statements today, are we?
Zhou: The people who are in the stories. I wonder how they feel. Do they know it's happening? Or do they just think it's….normal? Do they know that their story's been written for them already, I mean?
Fernandez: Well, some people would say that everyone's story has already been written, in a way.
Zhou: You're way more Catholic than I ever was.
Fernandez: [Laughs] Not a high bar. I'm serious, though. Can you really say that people's paths aren't at least a bit guided?
Zhou: Well, no. We have free will, don't we?
Fernandez: Do we? You think a kid from the projects is gonna have the same choices that some prep school trust fund baby would?
Zhou: Mimi…if this is about-
Fernandez: It's not just about me! It's true for everyone like me. You know it's true. I didn't get to school the same way you did.
Zhou: Mimi, you know I've never cared about that.
Fernandez: I know you don't. But that's the way things are. People are the product of their environments. I don't think it's crazy to say that that means our paths are kind of set out for us.
Zhou: That's…depressing.
Fernandez: Honestly, I find it a little reassuring.
Zhou: How could that possibly be reassuring to you?
Fernandez: I dunno. I guess I've always been a little afraid of the dark, is all. I don't like losing control. I don't like not knowing what's going to happen. Knowing that there are reasons I am the way I am is…comforting. It means I don't have to worry about what I don't know, because I'm only responsible for doing what I'm supposed to do anyway.
Zhou: So that's why you read Wikipedia summaries for the movies we watch, huh?
Fernandez: [Laughs] Okay, that's too far. Let's get back to work.

Email Transcript: The following is the contents of an email that was found in Dr. Zhou's inbox, and dated to three months after the above recording.

To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou
From: [ERROR] UNKNOWN SENDER
Subject: Sing for me.

Let me tell you a story.
There once was a magus and his consort who lived in a white palace built upon the bones of the dead. The magus and his consort spent their days greedily divining secrets that were not theirs to take, rutting through the earth like hungry swine in search of treasures that did not belong to them. Like all wretched worms, they wriggled through the mud and dirt thinking that their lives were their own, that their stinking trails of shit were somehow special.
Such is the way of the universe that the magus and his whore would have been free to revel in the muck as is their right, but it came to pass that these creatures began to flaunt their insolence. No longer were they simply content to believe their heresies, but they began to openly espouse them, flitting about and convincing others to abandon the ordained paths that had been written for them. Moreover, they began to dig ever deeper, in search of knowledge that was never meant to be theirs, overreaching themselves when they should have been groveling at the feet of their lords and kings, begging them for forgiveness for having the audacity of reaching into things that should stay unknown.
And for their crimes, they had foolishly brought down the most terrible of furies down upon their house and their heirs. In the great reckoning that the universe had deemed to be right and good, their maker handed upon them a punishment fit for their lowborn, pathetic arrogance, that the magus was to destroy all of his heresies and spite all those whom he loved, that his whore was to slay the magus for his crimes before turning that wicked and treacherous blade upon herself as is just, but not before the downfalls of their work and their so-called truths.
You are all of you maggots in the soil who had the audacity to look to the heavens and for that, you will suffer.

Unknown Recording 4: The following was taken from Dr. Fernandez's office, shortly after Dr. Zhou received the above email and confronted Dr. Fernandez. It is unknown who or what began recording, and why they chose this specific time to do so.

Fernandez: Andy, you know what this means.
Zhou: I-I…there could be something else. It's not like the others…I mean…it could be a prank…
Fernandez: Andy. Look at me. We both know it's talking about us. We're the next story.
Zhou: [Whispered] Jesus Christ, Mimi. I mean, how did it know?
Fernandez: RAISA didn't have any info?
Zhou: No record of this email being sent…
Fernandez: Oh, Lord have mercy….it's all the signs.
Zhou: Okay. We…we just need to do some more research. Pore over the old accounts. There has to be an exception. There has to be a way out. C'mon, think!
Fernandez: Andy…you and I know better than anyone else that there are no exceptions. We're stuck in this story. There's no getting out of this one.
Zhou: Bullshit. Bullshit, Mimi! I refuse to accept that. I just….I can't.
Fernandez: Shhhh. It's okay.
Silence for two minutes
Zhou: I don't want to hurt you.
Fernandez: Neither do I. What can we do, though?
Zhou: Figure out where this came from, for one.
Fernandez: We're literature people, Andy. RAISA's on that. What can we do?
Zhou: I…I don't know.
Fernandez: Then until we do know, just….hold me, okay? Don't let go. I'm…I'm scared, Andy.
Zhou: Shhhh. I'm here.
The sound of light sobbing continues for 5 minutes. The recording cuts out.

Dr. Fernandez and Dr. Zhou were both removed from the research efforts for SCP-5975 and were placed into isolation from each other, but were permitted to continue working under careful monitoring.
Security Camera Footage: The following security camera footage was taken from Dr. Zhou's office, four months after the email was received.

Dr. Zhou's office. The researcher is currently typing on his computer, hunched over the desk. There is a knock on the door.
Zhou: Come in.
The door opens, and Dr. Fernandez enters the room, closing it behind her. Zhou looks up and blinks, before shutting his laptop lid and standing up.
Zhou: Mimi? You know we're not supposed to-
Fernandez: I know. I know. I just….I couldn't help it. Can I sit down?
Zhou: Uh…yeah, yeah, of course.
Zhou pulls out a chair for Fernandez, before sitting down himself. Fernandez sits in the chair, looking around the office and wringing her hands.
Fernandez: Still got that tacky painting on the wall, huh?
Zhou: Well, someone with pretty bad taste gave it to me.
They both chuckle, but then fall quiet.
Zhou: You uh…you been busy?
Fernandez: Not too bad, I guess. Just collecting some literature on other anomalies….nothing too crazy. How about you?
Zhou: Desk work, yeah. A few translations.
Both are silent for a few moments.
Zhou: So uh, we should probably-
Fernandez: I miss you.
Silence for a few moments.
Zhou: I…I miss you too. But we shouldn't be doing this. You know we're supposed to stay away from each other until they can figure-
Fernandez: Figure something out? Andy, we both know how this ends. Until it happens, why not enjoy the time we have?
Zhou: I don't know that, actually. And I won't accept it. Not until we've tried everything.
Fernandez: It's too late, Andy! It's over! We looked into it for weeks. There's no solution. We're trapped.
Zhou: That's bullshit. I won't give up. I can't believe you would, either.
Fernandez: Oh, grow up. God, I can't believe you're this naive. Why can't you accept the truth?
Zhou: Because I'm not some fucking lemming who's following the herd over the edge!
Fernandez: Is that what I am now? A lemming? Because I've accepted what you don't have the balls to stomach? Because you're a coward at heart who can't handle ugly reality?
Zhou: YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT!
Zhou rises to his feet, knocking the chair over and sending it to the ground with a loud clatter. Both researchers flinch at the sound, and are silent.
Fernandez: I should go.
Zhou: Mimi, wait.
Fernandez promptly gets out of her chair and heads to the door. She places her hand on the doorknob, pausing, before opening it and slipping out of the office. Zhou remains standing, looking at the closed door for a few moments before he sinks into his chair. He places his head into his hands, and slumps over his desk.

Voicemail Log: The following voicemail was left on Dr. Fernandez's office phone, three days after the above security tape was recorded.

Hey Mimi.
I thought about calling you on your cell but…I guess I didn't want you to actually pick up. Sorry. I'm too much of a coward to tell you to your face.
I miss you. I really, really miss you. I know why we have to stay in isolation but…I still really miss you.
…
Anyway, I've been thinking about what you said, about destiny and our story. As a fellow professional, I respectfully disagree.
We always have a choice.
And I'm not afraid.
I don't care what's out there. I'm not afraid. I won't let this thing tell me what to do.
…There's one way out that we didn't talk about, Mimi. We didn't want to think about it at the time, but…we're running out of time. Even now, I can still feel the urges, but…for now, I'm still here.
SCP-5975 doesn't work on one case, and one case only.
The characters can't kill each other if one of them's already dead.
I'm so, so sorry.
I love you.

You have (1) system prompt.

| PROMPT: Are you finished reading this document from the Historical Archives? y/n

| PROMPT: Thank you, DR. FERNANDEZ. You may sign out now.

Footnotes
1. SCP-5975 has been found in institutions as large as the United States' Library of Congress, to a single sheet of paper found in a collected folder of personal notes.
2. Identified as Jonathan Willis, a 34 year old civilian teacher.
3. Identified as Sophia Kim, a 35 year old civilian consultant.
4. One of several references to knives that had appeared in this iteration of the story.
5. A well-known "suicide bridge."

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CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5976

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SCP-5976, removed from its cord.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5976 is to be kept in a lockbox at Site-107. Only Level 3+ personnel with the prior approval of the Ethics Committee are allowed to retrieve SCP-5976 for testing purposes.
All information into the Eddows and Blalock families are to be sealed.
Description: SCP-5976 is a silver cross necklace pendant measuring 35 by 21mm. Its anomalous properties manifest whenever a single subject sleeps alone with any type of body covering in a room with SCP-5976. Once the subject has entered Stage 2 of the sleep cycle, an object within the room will begin to play a ten-note refrain. A rendition has been included below for identification purposes.

This object (designated SCP-5976-1) can be either electronic1 or mechanical2 in nature. SCP-5976-1 will continually play the refrain until the subject wakes up. When this happens, the subject will experience strong feelings of nausea and fear. These feelings are exacerbated upon the viewing of SCP-5976-2, a humanoid entity approximately 180 cm tall which is missing an arm. 5976-2 will produce guttural noises in conjunction with lulls in the SCP-5976-1 refrain. SCP-5976-2 is not visible upon image/video capturing devices; however, shadows cast and sounds produced by SCP-5976-2 can still be recorded.
If the subject attempts to hide by under their body covering, it will start to rapidly increase in weight and retaining temperature3. If the subject attempts to find SCP-5976-1 and prevents it from playing the refrain, SCP-5976-2 will grab the subject and vocalize the phrase, "No, no." SCP-5976-2 will demanifest if the subject stops the refrain.
5976 was formerly owned by the Eddows's daughter, Katherine Eddows, who died in the Innsmouth Abbey fire in April 2019. SCP-5976 was discovered along with the burnt corpse of Marion Eddows in Innsmouth, Massachusetts during a standard anomalous item sweep on June 7th, 2019. The disappearance of Ynette Blalock is theorized to be related to SCP-5976 (see Addendum 5976.2).
Approximately 97.3% of subjects die of either blunt force trauma or immolation within an hour of SCP-5976's activation.

Addendum 5976.1
RELEVANT MEDIA — SCP-5976

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The reference media shown here was taken during test #337.

Photograph taken by D-4059.

A 48-second audio recording from the same test.

[0:00] - [0:02] > Ambient noise.
[0:02] - [0:14] > SCP-5976-1 activates.
[0:14] - [0:34] > Unidentified noises can be heard in the background. They increase in volume and crescendo at 0:33. SCP-5976-1 continues playing the refrain.
[0:34] - [0:35] > Ambient noise.
[0:36] - [0:42] > A guttural sound produced by SCP-5976-2 is heard.
[0:43] - [0:48] > Ambient noise.

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Addendum 5976.2
INTERVIEW LOG — DAMIEN BLALOCK

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INTERVIEWER: Researcher Gregory Scott-Taylor
SUBJECT: Damien Blalock (detainee)
«BEGIN LOG»

SCOTT-TAYLOR: Let's make this perfectly clear from the start, Mr. Blalock. I don't like you. I will not pretend I like you. Your "charming" persona only works on the select few.
BLALOCK: I get the same feeling here.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: That being said, the quicker you answer my questions, the quicker we can go back to our own lives- or should I say I can go back to my life? Anyways. What do you know about Katherine Eddows?
[BLALOCK grins widely.]
BLALOCK: Her. She was a pretty young lass. I met her just right around the time I had been kicked off the wharf after this- [BLALOCK lifts his left brachium] -and I was looking for some good place to run me back straight. Thanks to good 'ol Ynni4, I got a right little spot as a mopboy at the Abbey. Now despite my looks, I can push a mop from here down to the wharf in one slide. Clean as a whistle, an-
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Get back to the topic.
BLALOCK: Ah ah ah, I was getting there. As I was sayins, Ynni had also picked up the lass, Kath, for some spiritual training stuff; parents do whatcha do- I definitely ain't complaning. She was good the first week. It was the second week when she got all freaky.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Freaky?
BLALOCK: Mm. You see, most of the rooms have these push alarms built in - 'cause it used to be a kookyhouse back when - and Kath used to press them every night around the same time.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Do you know what time she would press the alarm?
BLALOCK: I ain't got a watch.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: …Of course.
BLALOCK: She would always say that somebody was in her room, and Ynni would search high 'n low, but she couldn't find any strangers. This kept going for the first couple of days… then Ynni wouldn't bother after that. Told young ol' Kath to just believe in faith.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: What occurred after that? In more detail, if possible.
BLALOCK: Not a lot worth mentionin'. Kath was always tiring, so I'd be safe to say to assume that she didn't get much sleep. Now, she couldn't stand being around me, 'specially alone, but I really didn't mind bein' aro-
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Talk about what happened at the Abbey fire.
BLALOCK: Heyey. You can't rush art. The fire started at the furnace - probably a firebox explosion. They evacuated everyone, but it was already late by the time the others saw she wasn't there.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: They found her body in her room, on the bed, yes. With the pendant. Do you know when she got it?
BLALOCK: No. She'd already had it by the time she joined the Abbey, from what I remember.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: What happened to the pendant after the fire?
BLALOCK: After that, my sister got the pendant. Ynni said she was going to give it to Kath's mother. I'm not sure where it went after though. That's all; I'll spare ya' the rest of the… juicy details.
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Good riddance. Take him out.
[BLALOCK is escorted away.]
SCOTT-TAYLOR: Hold on.
[BLALOCK stops and looks at SCOTT-TAYLOR.]
SCOTT-TAYLOR: What did the alarm sound like?
BLALOCK: Beep beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep beep. Sticks in your head after a couple of nights, you see.
[BLALOCK grins as he is escorted out.]

«END LOG»

Following the interview, Damien Blalock was administered Class F5 amnestics and released back into police custody.
SCP-5976 does not appear to have had any anomalous properties prior to the fire.

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Footnotes
1. e.g. A phone, a computer, an alarm clock, etc.
2. e.g. A grandfather clock, various musical instruments, etc.
3. The highest temperature recorded in a test session was 498° Celcius.
4. Nickname for Ynette Blalock. Pronounced "Inny".
5. For erasing and rebuilding the subject's identity.

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Level#0

Containment Class:
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Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
dark

Risk Class:
none

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Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-5978 have been incinerated in order to prevent any future occurrences of anomalous parasitic humanoids from manifesting.

Archived Containment Procedures

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SCP-5978 is to kept in a standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-83. SCP-5978 is to maintain a caloric diet of approximately 4000 calories to account for the nutritional needs of SCP-5978-1.

Description: SCP-5978 is a humanoid of indeterminate gender and ethnicity. At random intervals throughout each 24-hour period, multiple wounds and indentations appear in irregular patterns across SCP-5978's body. These wounds typically heal quite rapidly, and are evidence of frequent mastication by an unseen or unnoticed entity.
SCP-5978 possesses no internal organs and is calcium deficient. Despite missing several vertebrae, SCP-5978 is capable of bipedal locomotion. The entity is capable of speech, albeit in an indecipherable language. SCP-5978 and SCP-5978-1 communicate with one another using this language, often loudly and in a manner that suggests they are arguing.
Atop the shoulders of SCP-5978, another humanoid entity without lower extremities (designated SCP-5978-1) is fused. SCP-5978-1's waist is joined to SCP-5978's shoulders. SCP-5978-1 possesses four arms, the digits of which terminate in a claw-like appendage. X-rays have revealed the presence of duplicate internal organs of varying size within SCP-5978-1, including a second, enlarged heart and a second, smaller spine.
At random intervals, these duplicate organs will expose themselves on the surface of SCP-5978-1's skin before relocating onto SCP-5978's body. These organs will then enter SCP-5978 orally. It is hypothesized that SCP-5978 is experiencing elation during these periods of time, although this cannot be confirmed due to the inability to communicate with the entity. However, all duplicate organs will eventually pass through SCP-5978's body back into SCP-5978-1 within thirty minutes.
Despite lacking digestive organs, SCP-5978 is able to break down the material it consumes in order to supply itself with the nutrients required for its survival. A percentage of these nutrients are then siphoned from it by SCP-5978-1 when the necessary duplicate internal organs1 are present.
Discovery

SCP-5978 and SCP-5978-1 were originally two separate non-anomalous humans; Daniel McCready and Eleanor Lassen. According to Foundation records, McCready was a practiced carnomancer with a loose affiliation with a local Neo-Sarkic cult operating out of Wallington, New Jersey.
Local Foundation agents monitoring the activities of the cult observed Lassen's indoctrination on March 3rd, 2017. She was successful in performing complex carnomancies in a relatively short amount of time and met McCready shortly thereafter.
Due to unknown circumstances, McCready and Lassen were cast out of the Neo-Sarkic cult and forbidden to interact with any known members. Foundation observers discovered that the two spent a considerable amount of time together before moving into an apartment complex in Wallington, New Jersey.
SCP-5978 was discovered in their apartment on June 18th, 2017, after several tenants reported accounts of domestic violence and emotional abuse occurring in McCready and Lassen's residence. The tenants complained of loud noises disrupting them during the night, and an excessive amount of shouting. McCready would often emerge from his residence with wounds and bite marks across his face, hands, back, and pelvic region.
Several other anomalous items were found in the residence as well, including:

A jewelry gift box with a 14 karat ring inside. The ring maintains a temperature of 930°C.
A cracked cellular device. While appearing non-functional, the device repeats audio detailing a list of male names with associated dates and times. The significance of this is unknown.
A torn photograph of McCready and Lassen that occasionally depicts them with vulpine features, red skin, and horns.
A pair of biologically identical legs capable of locomotion.

Neutralization incident
Several indistinct humanoid entities grew on SCP-5978-1's back before detaching themselves from the entity. The organisms proceeded to consume the flesh that bound SCP-5978-1 to SCP-5978 and removed the entity from its back.
Despite protests from SCP-5978, the organisms were able to consume portions of SCP-5978-1's flesh. SCP-5978-1 appeared to experience extreme emotional satisfaction during this time and prevented SCP-5978 from interfering by utilizing its claw-like appendages to keep it at bay.
After several minutes of consumption, SCP-5978-1 succumbed to its wounds. The humanoid entities excreted a viscous fluid and sought refuge within the corpse of SCP-5978-1, where they demanifested. SCP-5978 experienced extreme hemorrhaging and expired shortly thereafter.
SCP-5978 has been reclassified as Neutralized.

Footnotes
1. The stomach, gallbladder, small intestine, and large intestine.

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SCP-5979, captured using Space Force 3

Item #: SCP-5979
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Suppression of any published scientific discoveries regarding SCP-5979 has been implemented and will remain active until SCP-5979 becomes observable to the naked eye. Any radio communication from SCP-5979 must be dismissed as hoaxes from local conspiracy theorists and discredited sources. Live broadcasts of the observable universe must also be censored until such a time that SCP-5979 enters our solar system.
Due to the sheer size and mass of SCP-5979, containment is impossible. SCP-5979 must remain under Foundation observation in the event of any further changes in regards to its velocity and location.
Description: SCP-5979 is the designation given to a celestial body approximately 1,200 times the volume of Earth. SCP-5979 is currently traveling at 252,792 km/h and is on a direct collision course with planet Earth. SCP-5979's trajectory adjusts periodically in direct correspondence with Earth's orbit. At this time, there is no known method of obstructing SCP-5979's trajectory.
SCP-5979 is able to communicate through radio waves, which have been translated from German (See Transmissions). Attempts to establish two-way communication with SCP-5979 have proven ineffective, as SCP-5979 is either unable or unwilling to respond to outbound transmissions.

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The following transmissions were received by Site-57's deep space communication device and have been translated from German to English.

DATE: January 3, 2045
TIME: 02:35
I do not hear from you anymore. Is everything okay? Have the stars aligned for you, or have you fallen ill from your star's radiation? Are you looking at the same stars that I am? I hope so. I miss you more and more with every passing cycle. Please, I just want to know if you're okay.

DATE: January 16, 2045
TIME: 12:35
Do you remember that time in the Milky Way? It must have been billions of years ago by now. I've never felt anything like that since I was with you. Have you? You're far too important, too busy, to reflect on the memories I'm sure. But they will live on with me forever.

DATE: February 9, 2045
TIME: 16:45
I'm sorry I left you. You told me you were okay with it, but I know you better than that. I hope you can forgive me, starlight. No other planet fits my orbit quite like you did. I never should have listened to Saturn.

DATE: February 14, 2046
TIME: 1:21
It has been too long since we last spoke, even longer since I've had you in my orbit. I miss the way we used to talk. I miss how much you affected my tides, my gravitational pull, even the breeze that floats through my surface. I miss the way the stars made your atmosphere glow. Do you miss me at all?

DATE: August 9, 2047
TIME: 16:00
I've left my system. I'll be there shortly. I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't show it well enough before. Please forgive me.

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The following transmission was intercepted by the I.S.S.1.

DATE: August 10, 2047
TIME: 00:00
I loved you too, but you had your chance. I have a moon now, it's time to let go.

The message did not come from any known transmitter on Earth, and no records of the transmission being recorded have been found. SCP-5979's velocity has since stopped entirely, and its location in the galaxy has remained unchanged.

Footnotes
1. The International Space Station

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SCP-5980 prior to containment.

Item #: SCP-5980
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5980 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell at Site 83. SCP-5980 does not require sustenance. SCP-5980 is allowed outside of its containment cell once per day for two hours for recreational activities, but is strictly prohibited from entering the cafeteria.
Food offered by SCP-5980 should be declined by personnel in order to maintain their mental health.
Description: SCP-5980 is the designation given to Ethan Chin, age 33.
SCP-5980 is capable of perfect cellular regeneration and is, by definition, biologically immortal. Given the regenerative properties of SCP-5980's cells, research into utilizing SCP-5980 for medicinal treatment is currently underway.
Extensive testing of samples taken from SCP-5980's body has revealed that its skin, as well as its organs, nerves, and fingernails, possess a flavour that is universally enjoyed by those that consume it. The flavor of SCP-5980 will vary depending on the consumer. SCP-5980 exhibits a pleasant aroma regardless of the seasoning it's cooked with.
SCP-5980 is amicable and will often encourage Foundation personnel to "have a bite" of it when they pass by. It is important to note that SCP-5980 does not exhibit any cognitohazardous properties.
Consumption of SCP-5980, while safe, is often detrimental to a subject's mental health.
Discovery:
SCP-5980 was discovered after several complaints were made in an establishment called Cannibal Chin's in northern New Jersey. A food critic claimed to have witnessed SCP-5980 remove its fingers with a kitchen knife before deep-frying them. These were later served as french fries. Several other civilians claimed to have caught glimpses of SCP-5980 self-mutilating in the kitchen moments before serving them food, and a Foundation investigation was instigated.
When questioned, SCP-5980 claimed to have no idea what it was doing wrong, and insisted that Foundation operatives have a complementary order off of the menu. Its requests were denied by all attending agents except for Agent ██████. Agent ██████, who was unaware of SCP-5980's anomalous properties, consumed the entirety of an order of fries, sized large, dipping each fry in a dark green milkshake. Agent ██████ was psychologically evaluated and later requested an amnestic, and for his name to be expunged from the official record.
SCP-5980 willingly came into Foundation custody once apprehended.

Cannibal Chin's was shut down using Cover Story 14 ("Health and Safety Violation") after four years of continuous operation.

Interview 5980.4:

Interviewer: Dr. Owen Andrews
Interviewee: SCP-5980
Dr. Andrews: Tell me again what you were doing at the restaurant.Dr. Andrews: Right, of course.Dr. Andrews: I'm afraid not.
SCP-5980 holds out a finger.Dr. Andrews: Umm… Noo… Thanks? I had something to eat already.Dr. Andrews: How exactly did you make the items on the menu?Dr. Andrews: And what did people say to you when they found out that you were the source of their meals?Dr. Andrews: That'll be all for now.

Addendum 5980.3:
The following is a list of items found on the menu of Cannibal Chin's.

Meatburger | Sm - 4.65 | Md 5.96 | Lg 7.82
Finger Fries | Sm - 1.99 | Md - 2.99 | Lg 3.99
Lemonade | 3.99
Chin's special chocolate | 5.00
Water | Free
Inside-Out Milkshake | Sm 3.99 | Md 4.99 | Lg 5.99
- Available in Chocolate, Mint, Vanilla and Strawberry

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Item #: SCP-5981
Object Class: Edifice
Containment Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Each road leading into the supposed location of SCP-5981 has been closed off under the cover story that a chemical leak has rendered the area uninhabitable. Keyword Search Crawler #198 ("Operator") is to remove any mention of "Nuke City" from the internet. The cadaver of SCP-5981-2 is to be kept frozen in the Cadaver Storage Sector of Site-19 for further research.
Description: SCP-5981 is a fictional city, named "Nuke City," supposedly located on the intersection of U.S. Route 93 and U.S. 93 Alternate. According to accounts, SCP-5981 was founded in the early 1940's, but was the subject of a nuclear strike1 in 1966, destroying most of the city. However, most of the city's inhabitants survived this attack, only to become mutated2. Of note is that SCP-5981 is not a memetic agent; in fact, most subjects will not believe that SCP-5981 exists, and no future consequences will occur.
Subjects who both believe that SCP-5981 exists and attempt to visit SCP-5981 will disappear from reality shortly after entering SCP-5981's "city limits". It is of note that subjects who visit "SCP-5981" without being informed of SCP-5981's existence will not find SCP-5981, but rather an abandoned Department of Transportation building. After subjects leave SCP-5981, they will often3 reappear in reality with memories of visiting SCP-5981. Occasionally, they will return with paraphernalia related to SCP-5981, designated SCP-5981-1. Some instances of SCP-5981-1 include:

T-Shirts with slogans such as "I survived Nuke City!" and "We'll Never Forgive [various nations] for Nuke City!"
Vials of nuclear byproducts.
Photographic and video media. These do not appear to be doctored, and show that "Nuke City" is a thriving suburban metropolis populated with mutated humans.
Negotiable U.S. currency, supposedly won in SCP-5981's many casinos.
Assorted paraphernalia from "Nuke Slides," which is supposedly SCP-5981's "world famous water park."
Irradiated rubble.
SCP-5981-2. See Incident Reports for more information.

Aside from SCP-5981-2, none of the supposed mutants living in SCP-5981 have left the city.
Additional Notes: The original propagation of SCP-5981 was in Season 13, Episode 7 of the animated sitcom Family Guy, titled "Nuke City". In this episode, main character Brian Griffin begins to date a woman who he later discovers has been mutated to have gills. In spite of this, Brian still resolves to continue seeing this woman. Brian and his family are later invited to visit the woman's family in SCP-5981. After several minutes of hi-jinks, mostly due to Brian's owner, Peter Griffin, having an infatuation with the city, the woman's father is revealed to have only invited the Griffin family in order to kidnap the family's baby, Stewie Griffin. The episode ends with the kidnapper being pushed into a nuclear reactor. This causes a nuclear explosion which destroys SCP-5981 once again, but not before the Griffins escape. A full video transcript of this episode can be found in Document 5981-GRIFFIN.
This episode was met with general acclaim, and internet searches for "Nuke City" increased by over 5000% after the episode aired. Seven minutes after the episode premiered on Fox, the website "visitnukecity.com4" appeared, providing bus tickets to, tours of, and paraphernalia related to SCP-5981. It is estimated that 200,000 civilians visited SCP-5981 before Foundation leadership realized that SCP-5981 was anomalous.
Seth MacFarlane, the executive producer of Family Guy, was forced to produce a statement asserting that SCP-5981 was not real and simply an element of fiction. In addition, the Foundation encouraged the removal of the episode in question from public distribution, under the pretense that it encouraged dangerous activity. After three months, it was determined that public knowledge of SCP-5981 was low enough that more aggressive measures could be taken to suppress it; see Special Containment Procedures for current protocol.
Shortly after this incident, the staff and crew of Family Guy were interviewed by the Foundation for information on SCP-5981. Most staff members asserted that SCP-5981 was real, and that the episode was an attempt to shine light on a lesser known tourist destination. The sole exception was Seth MacFarlane, who explained that he had originally intended for the episode to be a homage to an earlier episode where the world of Family Guy was destroyed in a nuclear explosion, but the plot was modified by the writing staff due to fears of viewers not being able to recall the earlier episode.
However, when under hypnosis, MacFarlane revealed that he had been approached by a man clothed in black robes and a cone-shaped hood prior to the episode's conception. This man, who MacFarlane associated with a heavy sense of fear, instructed him to produce an episode about Nuke Town, specifically involving Peter Griffin murdering a resident by pushing them into a nuclear reactor. This memory had been suppressed via unknown means.
Addendum: Incident Reports

Incident A - Georgia resident Paul ████████ did not return to reality after "visiting" SCP-5981. A letter was sent to ████████'s family from the "Nuke City Hospital", explaining that ████████ had been killed due to a motorcycle accident. Attempts to trace the origin of this letter failed. A similar incident has occurred for all people who have not returned from SCP-5981.
Incident B - New Hampshire resident Jack ███████ was severely hurt in a showdown with one of SCP-5981's street gangs, but survived. Blood analysis of Jack ███████ after his visit to SCP-5981 showed an increased number of irradiated particles in his blood. In spite of this, no ill effects aside from gunshot wounds were noted.
Incident C - Cartoon Network, a television channel, created a contract with Radioactive Studios, an animation studio located in SCP-5981. Executives at Cartoon Network received a tape containing an entire season of "Dog Days", a cartoon revolving around three animated mutant dogs and their lives. This tape has since been seized by the Foundation.
Incident D - Nevada resident Mary █████ disappeared from reality for a record seven months, before returning pregnant. █████ had reportedly conceived a child with one of the "mutants" within SCP-5981. █████ was brought to Site-21 and the fetus was designated SCP-5981-2.
SCP-5981-2 lived for 33 minutes after birth, before perishing due to internal hemorrhaging and radiation sickness. It is of note that SCP-5981-2 was born with seven extra eyes and an additional organ resembling a liver. Genetic testing of the cadaver of SCP-5981-2 indicated three biological parents, none of which were Mary █████.

Incident E - During a wage dispute, a janitor pushed a plant worker into the nuclear reactor of SCP-5981's main power plant. This led to a chain reaction causing the power plant to detonate, destroying a large portion of SCP-5981's area. This incident killed seven politicians, including Senator Leopold, who was visiting SCP-5981 in order to offer the city a grant for improved research on radiation sickness. A cover story for the deaths of the politicians has been fabricated and released to the public.

Footnotes
1. The perpetrator of this nuclear strike is inconsistent between accounts. Approximately 37% of those surveyed state that the nuclear strike originated from the Soviet Union, 31% blame Cuba, 21% assert that it was an accidental nuclear detonation by U.S. military personnel, 5% blame Australia, and 2% blame the Daevite Empire, despite the fact that it did not exist at this point in time. Most surveyed are unable to produce geopolitical situations that would not only lead to this strike, but also not lead to a complete nuclear war.
2. Despite the fact that mutations of this sort are often fatal, most of these mutations are often profitable, such as the growth of new, fully functional limbs
3. The survival rate of SCP-5981 is approximately 98.5%, much higher than would be expected for a site contaminated with nuclear fallout.
4. Tentatively designated SCP-5981-A. The source of this website is unknown; the credit card for which the domain name was registered with was a burner, and the domain was registered under the name "John Nukecity". SCP-5981-A has been taken down, and it has not appeared since.

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4/5982 LEVEL 4/5982
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5982

Neutralized

SCP-5982, prior to Incident WEEPING GYRE.

Special Containment Procedures: N/A
Description: SCP-5982 was the Kucsoo Commune, an intentional community founded some time in the 1960s in Big Sur, California. Kucsoo was a spiritual healing and improvement center, and openly accepted visitors free of charge. The original Kucsoo compound consisted of four communal sleeping cabins, a large farm, and a number of multipurpose facilities — all buildings were constructed by residents, with no outside contact. At its peak in 1994, Kucsoo was believed to house 80 residents.
Kucsoo is believed to have been founded by one C.H Jones, first & middle name unknown, a drifter and transient from Alabama. Few records are available of Jones' life; he is believed to have fought in Vietnam and remained there until 1981. The only records following his arrival in the United States are two arrests records: one in 1983 for vagrancy in Memphis, Tennesee, and one in 1985 for petty larceny in Kansas City. No jail time appears to have been served. It is unclear why these arrest reports do not include his first or middle name.
At some point in the late 1980s, Jones is believed to have constructed or stumbled upon the Kucsoo site. Through word-of-mouth, the location developed a reputation as a safe haven for the various drifters in the area. As it expanded, the commune steadily became increasingly spiritual and self-improvement focused. It steadily grew in population, and eventually brought in non-local followers from out of town, attracted by stories about Jones' healing and spiritual abilities.
The Foundation became aware of Kucsoo in 1990, but it was considered a relatively low priority minor group of interest. However, the FBIUIU became aware of the site independently in 1991 and began investigating. Following an increase of testimonies regarding anomalous happenings in the commune, an infiltration operation was authorized in 1992, under the name Operation Plaster Nazarene. Foundation involvement began in 1994, during Foundation Incident WEEPING GYRE. Following the conclusion of Incident WEEPING GYRE, FBIUIU records regarding SCP-5982 have been voluntarily surrendered to the Foundation.

Addendum 5982.1
FBIUIU INTERVIEW LOG — ALAN HOWELL

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INTERVIEWER: FBIUIU Agent Gianna White
SUBJECT: Alan Howell
«BEGIN LOG»

WHITE: Hello, Mr. Howell.
HOWELL: Er, hello ma'am. How do you do?
WHITE: I'm doing fine, thank you. I was told you have information for us.
HOWELL: Yes, ma'am. About the guys in Big Sur. Kucsoo.
WHITE: Right. What can you tell me about the place?
HOWELL: It's real nice, ma'am. It's a few miles up from the beach, so you can stand on the cliffs and feel the ocean breeze. We built all the buildings ourselves, there's a little garden-farm near the edge of the property.
WHITE: Sounds very self-reliant. You get your own food and water, make your own buildings — what do you depend on the outside for?
HOWELL: Money, mostly. We'd go out and sell some of our extra produce at farmer's markets. And other stuff.
WHITE: Other stuff?
[HOWELL is visibly agitated.]
HOWELL: I- yeah. Jones would- okay, you need to understand — most of these people were drifters, right? Thieves, junkies… prostitutes. Scum of good society and all that. Hell, I was a dope fiend before I found the place. But Jones, this guy comes along and gives you a purpose? A place to live, no strings attached beyond pulling your weight and getting off your addiction? You'd do anything for him, right? Anyone would do anything for him.
WHITE: What other stuff, Mr. Howell?
HOWELL: I told you… some of these people were prostitutes. Some of them were just teenagers.
WHITE: Oh. I see. What did you need the money for?
HOWELL: I don't know. Jones said he'd assume the burden of bookkeeping for us so that we could focus on the Lord.
WHITE: Was there a strong religious slant to Kucsoo?
[HOWELL snorts.]
HOWELL: Was there. Jones acted like he was the second coming. Pretty sure he thought it too. He'd have sermons and shit on Sundays, talking about the virtues of work and all that.
WHITE: What else can you tell me about Jones?
HOWELL: Sorry, ma'am, not much. I don't know too much about him, not even his name. He always tells us to call him Conehead, Conehead Jones. Don't think anybody did; he says that he shed his old life to service us better. He's gotten around, though. I asked him about a scar once; he said he got it in 'Nam, then got angry and dropped the subject. But he doesn't look a day over thirty-five.
WHITE: I see. Anything else? Religious beliefs, maybe? Anything unique?
HOWELL: Well, you could say that. He doesn't beli- doesn't preach like any other churches. They talk about how God's mercy is infinite. He talks about the Lord like… like an opponent. He says that the Lord is angry and vengeful at man's disobedience. I know that he's not… he doesn't strike me as a conman. I think he believes everything that he says.
WHITE: And how does he convince people to join?
HOWELL: Miracles. Look, I know it sounds far-fetched, I didn't believe it either. But I seen it happen. I seen him whisper at the pump and make it gush champagne. I seen him bless a crippled kid and the kid start walking the next day! More things, too.
WHITE: I see. What convinced you to leave?
HOWELL: My sister.
WHITE: She wanted to leave?
HOWELL: No. She loves him. She married him. She's having his fuckin' kid, for Chrissake.
WHITE: Cult leaders tend to take many wiv-
HOWELL: No, ma'am, you don't get it. Me and my sister have been real close our entire lives; she's never been into fellas. Certainly never wanted children. Not since school, not since college. And now she's havin' his fuckin kid, after knowing him for two months. That's not right.
WHITE: I see. Thank you for your time, Mr. Howell. We'll be sure to look into this.
HOWELL: Yeah, thanks. Just, try to get my sister out of there, if you can. Please. And take this, too — I figure it'll help you figure what kind of psycho you're dealing with.

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Addendum 5982.2
SERMON EXCERPT

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Hey, guys! How y'all doing? Good, good. Beautiful day, isn't it? Yeah, yeah. So you might be wondering why we're not out there, huh? Tending to the gardens and farm, taking advantage of the beautiful weather? There'll always be time for Scripture, for sermons, for these things, right?
Yeah, that's not true. It's wrong, in fact. Y'see, that's the mindset. That's the exact mindset that led humans to where we are in the world today. Constantly delaying, constantly procrastinating. Because that's what we do! We delay and procrastinate on the things that really matter, and fill our time with meaningless distraction. Humanity has delayed and procrastinated on caring about the Lord and only the Lord for so long, it's not very happy with us. No, sir.
Sarah! If your children weren't obeying you, how would you feel? Right, terrible. You birthed them and now they won't even give you the time of day, it feels awful. John, if your son disrespected you, what would you do? Yeah, of course. You'd teach him to respect you. By any means necessary. And your children are only a few years old, guys. We've had hundreds of years to get our act together and pay the Lord its due. Would you wait that long? No, that's what I thought.
And the Lord ain't waitin' either. I've said it before and I'll say it again, we don't have time to spare. We're not just in time, and we're certainly not early. It's already too late. The Rapture is happening, it's been happening, right under our long noses. But we can't see, because we're blinded by, that's right, those got-damn Earthly distractions. But does that mean you shouldn't try?
You gotta try! That's what we're made for; we got a lot, a lot of flaws in us, but one of the greatest gifts we ever got was perseverance. Even in the face of overwhelmin' odds. You can either lay down, roll over, and accept your fate, or you can try and fix your mistakes and ensure that your soul makes it to the next world intact.

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Addendum 5982.3
FBIUIU SURVEILLANCE PROFILE — C. H. JONES

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CODENAME: ELVIS

Long-distance reconaissance photo of C. H. "Conehead" Jones.

NAME: C. H. Jones (first and middle names unknown)
ALIASES: Conehead
ALERT LEVEL: Beta
DOB/AGE: Unknown/Unknown
PHYSICAL DESC: White male, appears to be in mid to late 30s. Shaved head, black beard. 6'0 tall, walks with limp on right leg.
ABILITY DESC: Believed to possess natural reality-warping capabilities. Uses these to force his will on individuals. In addition, larger groups of enthralled individuals increase the power of his abilities, creating a positive feedback loop increasing his power. Highly charismatic; unclear if this is preternatural.

DETAILS: Current leader of the Kucsoo Commune, a spiritualist cult based ██.██ miles north-by-northeast of Big Sur, California. Believed to have fought in the Vietnam War, only returning to the United States in 1981. Arrested in 1983 and 1985 in Memphis and Kansas City. Believed to have arrived in Big Sur in 1987 based on local interviews. Has amassed a reputation as a local messiah and community organizer. Interviews with individuals who have left Kucsoo prove difficult, as they are hesitant to divulge any sensitive information. Visual surveillance of the compound reveal that ELVIS leads sermons and group events at the compound every day. His private residence is secluded at the edge of the compound; he has been sighted here with female cultists in the evenings.
RECORDED PRETERNATURAL EVENTS, ABRIDGED

ELVIS sighted by local authorities investigating reports of squatters in the woods. Authorities approached with guns drawn. ELVIS rendered officers unconscious without movement, and stripped them of useful materials before departing. Neither officer recalled the incident.

ELVIS and several male followers sighted in local town purchasing supplies. After refusing payment, the shopowner allowed them to take large amounts of produce and chemicals free of charge. Shopkeeper recalls incident, but claims it was his religious obligation.

Male resident of Kucsoo sighted in local bar, relaying story of how he had been ejected from the community due to 'ungodly urges'. Man was severely injured but denied treatment, and described ELVIS beating him despite his comparatively larger build.

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Addendum 5982.4
FBIUIU PLASTER NAZARENE RECORDS

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Following Mr. Howell's testimony, the latest in a series alleging anomalous activity at Kucsoo, the FBIUIU began Operation Plaster Nazarene and inserted Special Agent Gianna White into Kucsoo under deep-cover as a former prostitute with a heroin addiction. Additionally, covert surveillance cameras were placed in the trees around Kucsoo, providing visual reconnaissance.

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CAMERA 2
21:20, DAY 1
[View of central bonfire in the compound. Approximately two dozen residents are gathered around the bonfire, sitting on the ground. The smoke hangs low to the ground. JONES is standing and addressing the crowd, gesticulating as he speaks. The crowd roars with laughter. After a few minutes of speaking, he motions to WHITE, who stands. The crowd raise their drinks and welcome WHITE in unison. JONES claps WHITE on the back. These festivities continue until 22:05, when the bonfire dies down and the gathered residents disperse into their sleeping quarters.]

CAMERA 3
10:50, DAY 3
[View of garden. WHITE is watering the plants with a few other residents. They are singing or chanting in unison as they work. One of the workers drops a basket of vegetables. The chanting or singing stops and all other workers stare at him. He immediately drops to the ground and collect the dropped food in the basket before putting his hands together and praying for a few seconds. A moment after, he stands up and make a beeline for the chapel. No one other than WHITE regards this as abnormal. All continue working, but without chanting or singing. The worker does not return for the remainder of the work session.]

CAMERA 8
23:35, DAY 10
[View of a secluded area of the compound, close to the beach cliffs. A group of residents, among them WHITE and JONES, are lying on the grass face up looking at the stars. They chat and laugh, with WHITE instigating conversation between the pair. They remain like this for almost an hour before departing.]

CAMERA 3
10:45, DAY 16
[View of garden. WHITE is tending the plants with a handful of residents. She comes across a large carrot green portruding from the ground. She attempts to pull it out, but fails after several minutes of effort. She asks one of the other workers for assistance, but they also fail to pull it out. She gives up, and tends to other plants with no complications.]

CAMERA 6
17:15, DAY 25
[View of the front of a side storage building. A man opens the door and exits at a brisk pace. Behind him, JONES and two male senior residents exit, shouting. The man stops and turns around, angrily shouting back. They exchange words for a few minutes. The man gesticulates some sort of explosion before displaying JONES his middle finger. JONES' expression sours and he raises his hand forward, clenching his fist. Instantly, the man's left leg bends backwards at a sharp angle, quickly followed by his right. His mouth opens in a scream and he collapses. The two men behind JONES quickly move to pick him up and roughly drag him into the main building. JONES follows behind them.]

CAMERA 3
10:35, DAY 35
[View of garden. WHITE is harvesting the vegetables. She works with a small group, who appear to be listening to her orders. She harvests all other plants, but the large carrot green remains. It appears to have grown significantly. She attempts to pull it out, but fails. She does not attempt again.]

CAMERA 2
21:35, DAY 54
[View of central bonfire in the compound. The fire is blazing, and the majority of residents are gathered in the area. They sit in small groups, chatting. JONES stands up and addresses the crowd. He is gesticulating wildly as he speaks, motioning around the campground. Most residents appear intensely focused on his speech, but several are visibly disturbed. After ten minutes of speaking, he sits next to WHITE, and they speak to each other. WHITE is surrounded by several empty bottles. The residents resume their festivities, though considerably muted in tone.]

CAMERA 5
23:45, DAY 54
[View of the front of Jones' cabin. He is laughing and walking towards the entrance to his building, holding a bottle and dragging WHITE behind him. She is frowning and subtly resisting, but is clearly heavily inebriated, leaving her movement weak. They reach the cabin entrance and JONES forces her in, before closing and locking the door behind him.]

CAMERA 3
01:35, DAY 55
[View of garden at night. WHITE is tending the plants alone, undressed and in a state of distress. After harvesting the few plants remaining, only the large carrot green remains. It has grown noticeably larger. She approaches it with a shovel, intending to dig it out. However, as soon as she impales the shovel into the ground and pulls the carrot green to stabilize it, the dirt gives way. She falls back, holding the carrot. It is the size of her torso and highly deformed, splitting apart and spreading into 5 equidistant tendrils. She gasps through her tears.]

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Addendum 5982.5
INCIDENT WEEPING GYRE SUMMARY

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INCIDENT WEEPING GYRE

On day 51 of Operation Plaster Nazarene, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") agents embedded within the U.S Postal Inspection Service discovered shipments of grenade casings and ammunition for high-caliber rifles being shipped to Kucsoo under a false identity. Aware of Operation Plaster Nazarene, the Foundation forwarded this information to FBIUIU liaisons who began compiling a case with it. However, after the events of day 55 and the unknown condition of Special Agent Gianna White, it was decided that the FBI, along with Foundation reinforcements, would execute a search warrant on the Kucsoo Commune as soon as possible.

FBIUIU forward convoy, Foundation reinforcements out of frame.

JUNE 5TH, 1995

04:34: Search warrant for Kucsoo authorized by Judge ████ ███████ on grounds of possible organized sexual exploitation and illegal possession of firearms.
08:12: FBUIU convoy departs FBI field office in San Francisco.
09:32: FBIUIU convoy and MTF Iota-9 ("0th Anti-Cult Regiment") rendezvous at Site-45.
10:56: Joint convoy SIERRA FOXTROT begins approach to Kucsoo.
11:34: Two miles from Kucsoo main gate, three cultists attempt to stop convoy and are apprehended. ELVIS is somehow alerted and the main gate is closed from the inside.
11:40: Convoy resumes approach.
11:50: Convoy stops at barred main gate. Attempts to convince cultists to open the gate over loudspeaker.
12:02: Attempts fail. Battering ram deployed.
12:11: Gate shatters. Convoy proceeds into inner Kucsoo compound. ELVIS, his inner circle, and several female and juvenile cultists escape into the central building.
12:14: Convoy forces engage in extended firefight with remaining cultists. Full documentation of firefight available at Incident WEEPING GYRE Adjunct Documentation: SIERRA FOXTROT Firefight Log.
12:57: Firefight ends with cultist surrender. Twenty-one cultist casualties, six additional self-inflicted casualties. Four casualties from SIERRA FOXTROT forces.
01:15: Surviving cultists engaged in firefight apprehended and detained. Perimeter established around main building.
01:27: Search of compound and detained cultists confirms FBIUIU Special Agent Gianna White is among the cultists held in the main buildings.
01:48: Communication line established with main building. FBIUIU negotiators make contact with ELVIS and attempt to persuade him to surrender. ELVIS demands food and water for all hostages, threatening violence. Negotiators acquiesce.
01:55: SIERRA FOXTROT forces dig in and prepare for a siege.

JUNE 6TH, 1995

04:34: Signs of activity from within main building. Yelling and shouting audible; FBI Hostage Rescue Team readied, MTF Iota-9 Fireteam 2 standing by for backup.
04:42: Bright flash of light from inside of building, completely illuminating the surrounding area, coinciding with a sharp increase in Hume levels. Subsists for five seconds before ceasing. No further signs of activity for two minutes.
04:44: FBIHRT given greenlight to breach.
04:45: FBIHRT shatters door and moves into building's main area. No one is present. Team moves through house, clearing rooms. FBIUIU Special Agent Gianna White is found curled in a storage closet in a state of shock, and is safely extracted. MTF Iota-9 Fireteam 2 sweeps house again, finding no other individuals. No points of egress discovered.
04:49: FBIUIU Special Agent White given medical attention.
05:12: FBIHRT amnesticized.
05:19: Incident WEEPING GYRE concluded.

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Addendum 5982.6
AFTER-ACTION DEBRIEFING

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INTERVIEWER: Foundation Internal Security Agent Alexander Reno
SUBJECT: FBIUIU Agent Gianna White

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RENO: Hello, Agent White. I'm Agent Reno.
WHITE: Hello.
RENO: You alright? I wouldn't blame you for being a bit shaken up, that was a hell of an ordeal.
WHITE: No, no. I'm fine. Not my first rodeo, y'know?
[Both chuckle.]
RENO: Very admirable work out there.
WHITE: Yeah, you guys really came in clutch. I've never actually seen one of those task forces in action; it's a hell of a thing.
RENO: We're the best. No offense, of course.
WHITE: Hard to take offense when you were pulling my ass out of that building.
RENO: Right. That's what I'm here to ask about, actually. You seemed to be in shock, so we're not sure how much you remember, but-
WHITE: You want to ask what happened in there.
RENO: Yes. Whatever you can remember.
WHITE: After the initial sighting of the convoy, Jones figured out what was happening. He holed up in the main building with his inner circle, the women and children, and the guns. He sent out some of the other men, armed, to man the gate. He knew they wouldn't be able to stop anyone, he was just getting rid of anyone might pull a gun on him under pressure.
RENO: Your guys detained them, no casualties. Jones was right, he got rid of the people who wouldn't die for him.
WHITE: Yeah. Then you guys pulled up and surrounded the house. I think that's when he lost it. One of his inner circle, Jamie.. he suggested that they give themselves up so that the women and kids could go free. Jones took him to the back room, and I heard thumping. I didn't see Jamie again.
RENO: Jesus.
WHITE: That too. He went really in on the preaching. For- how long were we in there?
RENO: Thirty-one hours.
WHITE: I- what? That's - that can't be right. It didn't feel like more than a few hours. Seven or eight.
RENO: It was thirty-one hours, ma'am. We had clocks all over the place, and I was out there the whole time.
WHITE: Shit.
RENO: It's alright, we already know Jones was a reality-bender - -he was probably manipulating your perception of time. Just keep trying to remember.
WHITE: Yeah. Well, for most of the time we were in there, however long it was, he was preaching. Like, insane evangelist, frothing at the mouth preaching. He's always been an energetic speaker but this was… something else.
RENO: What was he preaching about?
WHITE: Mostly about how this was the prophecied moment, the Romans were at the gates and that the Lord was waiting for them to make their choice. To ascend or be martyrs.
RENO: For hours?
WHITE: He is- was, a good preacher.
RENO: Then the flash of light. What was that about?
WHITE: He is- was, a good preacher.
RENO: Jesus nuts usually are.
WHITE: He wasn't a Jesus nut.
RENO: What?
WHITE: I just realized. He never talked about Jesus. In any of his sermons. It was always about the Lord, God, the Creator.
RENO: He was all about God and the Rapture, though.
WHITE: There's different gods.
RENO: I suppose. Anyway, the flash of light. What was that about?
WHITE: When he was finished, he said that he was sorry, but that he'd have to leave one person behind. Someone to spread the message, when everyone had been uplifted. But that he wouldn't force it on anyone; he wanted someone to volunteer. I raised my hand.
RENO: Did anyone else?
WHITE: Only one or two girls. None of the men. All of these people weren't just willing to die for him, they wanted to.
RENO: And he picked you.
WHITE: Yeah. He took my hand, led me to one of the storage rooms, and sat me down there. Hugged me. Started talking to me, like "I'm sorry, I have to leave you, but I know you'll make me proud, I'm sorry," just going on. But it didn't really feel like he was talking to… me. He told me to stop interrupting when I tried to speak. Then he closed the door and left me in there. I heard a loud…. whooshing, almost, and this weird clicking, like dolphin noises. And then the flash, and then… nothing.
RENO: Right. We saw the flash - our plan was to breach by the end of the day if he didn't come out on his own, but the flash spurred us into action. We moved in; there was nobody in the house except for you.
WHITE: Jamie's body?
RENO: No one, Gianna.
[WHITE nods.]
WHITE: Alright.
RENO: Thank you for your statement. I suppose it's a bit ironic; the person he chose to continue his insanity was the only one not loyal to him.
[Both chuckle. WHITE lightly touches her belly.]
WHITE: Yeah. Maybe he should've chosen someone else.

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