Item#: 5878

Level4

Containment Class:
neutralized

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
none

Risk Class:
none

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Special Containment Procedures: Assigned personnel are to monitor public broadcasting networks and internet platforms for descriptions identifiable as SCP-5878. Upon discovery, affected individuals are to be transported to Site-28 for questioning.
Instances of SCP-5878 are to be stored in secure item lockers outfitted with cameras and audio recorders. Any irregularities are to be reported to appropriate personal immediately.
Affected individuals are to be administered amnestics and provided with 2 years of counseling and/or therapy sessions by authorized therapists and psychologists at the discretion of the assigned lead researcher, currently Dr. Caesar Cantorello Dr. Elise O'Rourke.
Description: SCP-5878 refers to multiple objects manifesting near individuals possessing severe psychological or emotional trauma. The specific object displays significant variation between instances, but in all cases, the object exhibits a dark appearance1.
In almost all known cases, SCP-5878 manifests as an object identified as a memento which affected individuals confide in. The process by which SCP-5878 manifests is unknown.
Upon physically contacting the affected object, individuals will enter a catatonic state for 2 to 4 hours. Following this, individuals will no longer exhibit a desire for self-mutilation or suicide. Succeeding this event, the affected object will cease any anomalous properties.

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Confirmed Instances of SCP-5878

Date & Location
Instance
Description of Event
Status

11/07/2014, United States, Ohio
SCP-5878-1
Ben Ward. Military veteran who served in the Vietnam War from 1967 to 1972. His wife, Marie Ward, died in labor shortly after Ben left to serve. SCP-5878 appeared as a wedding ring gifted to Ben by Marie during their marriage in 1965.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

05/09/2014, Moscow, Russia
SCP-5878-2
Egor Kuznetsoz. Subject experienced his childhood during the Soviet Union. Various instances of trauma, such as his father, Mikhail Kuznetsoz, being shot by the KGB in front of him. SCP-5878 appeared as a Matryoshka doll, gifted to him by his uncle in 1962.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

05/11/2014, Nice, France
SCP-5878-3
P█████ ██████. Main instance of trauma was the subject experiencing his parents' death in Incident ███-01-A at age 6. Since then, he has remained in an orphanage in ████████ for 7 years. SCP-5878 appeared as a teddy bear, given to him during his time in the orphanage.
[DATA EXPUNGED]

16/01/2015, Gaza, State of Palestine
SCP-5878-4
Adiba Nijem. Likely her brother's death in 2004 and her subsequent chronic depression triggered SCP-5878. Various other events such as bombings and her original house demolition in 2006. SCP-5878 appeared as a handmade doll of unknown origin.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

08/03/2015, Chicago, United States
SCP-5878-5
Darryl Brown. Convicted of double homicide, namely his own father and sister. Was found wrongly accused 9 years into his sentence. Has a history of drug abuse after the fact. SCP-5878 appeared as a needle primarily used for the administration of heroin.
Administered Class-B Amnestics Deceased

██/04/2015, [REDACTED]
SCP-5878-6
Elise O'Rourke. Suffered from a troubled childhood as well as losing both her parents due to a motor incident. SCP-5878 appeared as a violin gifted to her by her father shortly before passing.
Amnestics unnecessary2.

13/06/2015, Penang, Malaysia
SCP-5878-7
Sri Bin Nilam. Suffered from constant humiliation from classmates due to a birth defect affecting his facial structure. SCP-5878 appeared as a toy figurine, given to him by his grandmother before passing away.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

19/08/2015, Dublin, Ireland
SCP-5878-8
Carl Flannigan. Lost his sister and parents over the period of 6 months in 1972 while living in Northern Ireland due to bombings. SCP-5878 appeared as a cigar pipe Carl regularly used for smoking.
Administered Class-B Amnestics Deceased

01/02/2016, Shenyang, China
SCP-5878-9
Gao Zhou. Involved in a factory incident that left 24 dead. Left side of her face suffered 2nd degree burns. Diagnosed with severe asthma shortly after. SCP-5878 appeared as a painting in her household.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

06/10/2016, Warsaw, Poland
SCP-5878-10
Edward Mozska. Lost most of his family during the Holocaust through 1939 up until his sole escape from Belzec in 1942. SCP-5878 appeared as an amulet of unknown origin.
Administered Class-B Amnestics Deceased

05/03/2017, Kyushu, Japan
SCP-5878-11
Tomo Yahiro. Subject was a victim of the Kumamoto earthquakes in 2016, which resulted in the death of her parents and 2 siblings. SCP-5878 appeared as a Maneki-neko toy.
Administered Class-C Amnestics Deceased

25/12/2017, London, England
SCP-5878-12
Andrew Farrel. Subject was abandoned at birth and has since had to live on the streets of London for most of his life. SCP-5878 appeared as a box of no distinguishable origin.
Administered Class-B Amnestics Deceased

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On ██/04/2015, Researcher Dr. Elise O'Rourke found an instance of SCP-5878 in her home. The following log contains an interview conducted by Head Researcher Dr. Caesar Cantorello.

Begin Log, ██/04/2015
Dr. Cantorello: Hello, doctor. How are you?
Dr. O'Rourke: I'm fine, thank you.
Dr. Cantorello: So, could you please describe the event in question?
Dr. O'Rourke: Of course. Um, where should I start?
Dr. Cantorello: First of all, could you tell me what happened that could've caused SCP-5878 to spawn?
Dr. O'Rourke: Right, yeah. Well…
[Short silence]
Dr. Cantorello: Doctor, are you alright?
Dr. O'Rourke: Yes, I'm.. fine. Well, it began when I was seven or eight years old. Sometime around 1998. Honestly, I've kind of forced myself to forget about it.
Dr. Cantorello: Well, please just tell us what you know.
Dr. O'Rourke: The problem started with my dad. He was diagnosed with some sort of cancer. Don't know what it was exactly since he never told me. But he died when I was like, eight, or something.
Dr. O'Rourke: Then my mom started dating this other guy. I don't really remember him much, but he became my stepdad pretty soon. And both of my parents were perfect matches for each other, in that they were both moody, arrogant pieces of, uh, crap.
Dr. Cantorello: So do you think this impacted your mental health negatively?
Dr. O'Rourke: Oh, absolutely. Maybe if it was only my mom, it wouldn't have been that bad. At least she actually cared about me slightly, between the times she wouldn't stop rambling on about how she wished she never had me.
Dr. Cantorello: And your stepfather?
Dr. O'Rourke: Oh, he was worse. I really don't know what my mom saw in him. He had a decent job over in a finance firm, so I guess that was it. But he was constantly drinking and came home in terrible moods. And, unlike my mom, he didn't care about me at all. His abuse turned physical for me and my mom.
Dr. Cantorello: I see. Now, your file says that both of your parents were killed in an accident. Could you elaborate on that?
[Short silence]
Dr. O'Rourke: Yeah, um..
Dr. Cantorello: Doctor, if you find this uncomfortable, I can omit this from the interview log at your request.
Dr. O'Rourke: No, no, it's fine. I just gotta get my bearings straight for a second.
Dr. Cantorello: Of course.
[Short silence. Sniffling sounds are heard]
Dr. O'Rourke: Well, I don't actually know what happened exactly. As far as I know, my mom gave my stepdad a call to pick her up from work. I'm not sure why he agreed, since he usually doesn't pick people up. But he went anyway. I think he was under the influence at the time, which explains what happened next.
Dr. Cantorello: And where were you?
Dr. O'Rourke: Violin practice. I only found out what happened to them after nobody came to pick me up.
Dr. Cantorello: [Writing] Thank you, doctor. Now, what happened on the night SCP-5878 appeared?
Dr. O'Rourke: Well, I came home from work, as usual. I wasn't in a great mood, but I had an urge to find my old violin. I really don't know why. I suppose SCP-5878 was influencing me? It was like a nostalgic feeling was sweeping over myself, even though I hadn't played the violin in years.
Dr. O'Rourke: So I searched my old cupboard, expecting to find my violin all dusty and un-tuned. But I saw something else instead. It was something in the shape of my violin, but pitch black. It had no colour or light on it, or anything really.
Dr. Cantorello: So I'm assuming this was SCP-5878?
Dr. O'Rourke: Seemed to be. And the thing is, I knew exactly what it was. I was assigned to research it 3 months before. But I just had the urge to come closer. It was like a voice was telling me what to do. And I just sort of… did it.
Dr. Cantorello: So then what happened?
Dr. O'Rourke: I fell into a trance. Well, I think it was a trance. It felt like I was transported into my head, and I was losing control over my body. But it didn't feel unpleasant, really. On the contrary, I felt… unburdened, if that makes sense. Like weight was being lifted from my shoulders. Sorry, does this seem a little ridiculous to you?
Dr. Cantorello: Not at all. Please, continue.
Dr. O'Rourke: Well, uh.. I heard this voice. I don't actually remember what it was like. But it was sorta soothing, like a therapist. It told it all my trauma, more smoothly that I'd ever told it before. And I had no problem with it either. Like, I usually never talk about it, but I just sorta did it in that moment.
Dr. Cantorello: And did the voice respond?
Dr. O'Rourke: It did. Honestly, I don't know why my memory of the voice is so foggy. The experience just felt so.. surreal. But the voice talked to me. It went on for what felt like years. And I stood there listening to every word. It really was like a therapy session, except much more effective than any therapist I ever went to.
Dr. Cantorello: And do you think this event removed any negative thoughts you may have had?
Dr. O'Rourke: …negative thoughts? Sorry sir, what do you mean exactly?
Dr. Cantorello: As in, suicidal, or an urge to self-harm, assuming you had those thoughts to begin with.
[Brief silence]
Dr. O'Rourke: Yeah.. it did.
Dr. Cantorello: [Writing] Thank you for your help doctor. I have one last thing to ask before I end this interview. Do you still wish to continue researching SCP-5878? Given your first-hand experience, your insight would be valuable. However, if you feel uncomfortable given recent developments, you can leave the team.
Dr. O'Rourke: I… no, I think I'll stay. At the very least, I know how it feels now. Maybe it'll make conducting the interviews a little easier. If you don't mind me taking charge of them.
Dr. Cantorello: By all means, Doctor. Thank you for your time.
End Log

Addendum-01: See Report-5878-a for details. Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly.

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+ ENTER CREDENTIALS 4/5878: ACCESS GRANTED

It's come to the Foundation's attention recently that victims of SCP-5878 have been exhibiting extreme mental instability.
Almost all current individuals have been diagnosed with some form of manic or chronic depression, as well as other types of mental illnesses such as psychosis or bipolar disorder. The current thesis is that this is a by-product of amnestic use and it impacts their serotonin reuptake, which dramatically impacts their mental health.
I know this is a massive development, both on what we've done regarding the individuals affected by SCP-5878, and what we plan to do in the future. I know many of you have expressed discomfort after learning of these consequences. I have to admit I feel terrible after being briefed myself. If any of you wish to leave this project, feel free to do so. I will personally bid you farewell. However, leaving SCP-5878 unchecked is a massive security risk that puts the Foundation's secrecy into jeopardy. I have proposed a solution, one I know many of you will fell uncomfortable with, but one that needs to be done.
Amnestic use will continue, as will the effects. I will personally ensure that every single affected individual will receive proper counseling and help from trained experts across the world. These people will not be left alone, I will see to that myself.
Harden your hearts, my friends. I know many will disagree with my actions, but this is for the greater good.
Dr. Caesar Cantorello - Head Researcher

Addendum-02: Over the course of 2 years and 10 months, a series of events occurred that resulted in the neutralization of SCP-5878. The documents have been dubbed "The Mori Events".

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Document 5878-M-1: On 01/02/2017 at approximately 1700 hours, SCP-5878-7 was reported missing from its containment cell. No signs of a break-in were present. Following this event, Special Containment Procedures were updated to include one security guard stationed outside the containment cell.
Document 5878-M-2: On 12/03/2017, SCP-5878-5 was reported missing from containment. Security footage shows the entity seemingly disappearing from its position at 1242 hours. In the place of SCP-5878-5, words were embedded into the marble pedestal on which it stood on. The words were comprised of an unknown black substance that absorbed light similarly to the material of SCP-5878.

Does the Foundation know how it feels to fall from grace? How it feels to have everything taken away?
How it feels to call for help from the darkest pits of the abyss?

The reason for SCP-5878-5's disappearance is unknown, nor the meaning of the message. Further documentation is to follow.
Document 5878-M-3: 12/04/2017. SCP-5878-1 disappears in a similar fashion. A message of similar construction to that of SCP-5878-5 is found.

When the monsters, who you believe to be evil, become benevolent; what is your purpose?

Additionally, Ben Ward, the subject who manifested SCP-5878-1, was found deceased in his home due to cardiac arrest. Darryl Brown, subject who manifested SCP-5878-5, was also found deceased in an alleyway due to an overdose of heroin, a month prior to Document 5878-M-3. The relation between these events, if any, is not yet known.
Document 5878-M-4: 15/04/2017. Sri Bin Nilam, the subject who manifested SCP-5878-7, was found deceased in a river near ██████. Reports seem to indicate suicide, although no confirmations have been made. The date of this event is approximately 2 months and 2 weeks before the writing of Document 5878-M-4.
Document 5878-M-5: 18/06/2017, 1636 hours. SCP-5878-8 reported missing, leaving another message.

Despite everything, you are still cold. Cruelty still courses through every single one of you.
Why?

Carl Flannigan is also found deceased near the bottom of the Cliffs of Moher in an apparent suicide.
Document 5878-M-6: 31/09/2017, 0920 hours. SCP-5878-2 reported missing. Another message is left.

The answer is simple. The truth is unfortunate. Not even you know.

Egor Kuznetsov is reported missing my local authorities. His current status is unknown. A cadaver was found in █████████ matching the description of Egor Kuznetsov. Cause of death seems to be death by overdose of medication.
Document 5878-M-7: 26/12/2017, 2051 hours. SCP-5878-10 reported missing. Another message is left.

Despite everything, you still don't change. You don't adapt.
Everyone and everything suffers because of it.

Edward Mozska is found deceased in his apartment due to cardiac arrest.
Document 5878-M-8: 04/03/2018, 0216 hours. SCP-5878-9 was reported missing. Another message is left.

Self-proclaimed keepers of peace. In reality, you are all the keepers of the light and dark.
Both cannot prosper as long as you stand your ground.

Gao Zhou is found deceased in her apartment in Shenyang. Cause of death is suicide by asphyxiation.
Following this, Senior Researcher Dr. Caesar Cantorello steps down as Head Researcher of SCP-5878, replaced by Dr. Elise O'Rourke. No changes to Special Containment Procedures or protocol is made.
Document 5878-M-9: 09/08/2018, 1252 hours. SCP-5878-11 is reported missing. Another message is left.

Innocence can never be kept pure. It will always be tainted by the likes of you.

Tomo Yahiro is found deceased in a lake, west of █████. Cause of death is unknown.
Document 5878-M-10: 11/04/2019, 1612 hours. SCP-5878-4 is reported missing.

The place that offers salvation is one you destroy. All of you.
Every single one.

Adiba Nijem is reported missing. Adiba Nijem is found deceased. No details have been released.
Document5878-M-11: 02/12/2019, 0000 hours. SCP-5878-12 is reported missing.

Cherish what little you have left.
It is all you can hope for now.

Andrew Farrel is found deceased in the streets of London. Cause of death is hypothermia.

Addendum-03: Statement regarding the status of SCP-5878.

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To everyone on the team,
This is a message for the few people who are still with me. Formality isn't my forte, but I suppose I have to get this out there. SCP-5878 is being reclassified as Neutralized. There hasn't been any new instances for over 2 years and the last major event was a few months ago. If you enjoy getting free paychecks, get ready for that to end.
I know most of you have read my interview log, and subsequently all the depressing shit that's been happening these past few years. It really doesn't seem like time's gone by that fast. In a way, I suppose it's a great time to reflect on my mistakes.
When I was first recruited to join the Foundation, I wanted to help people. Looking back, I've done the opposite. Ten people are dead. Ten deaths that could've been prevented. Honestly, there isn't anyone to blame but myself.
I remember conducting almost every interview. It was basically the only thing I was good at. I suppose I enjoyed it, too. Seeing all those people happy for the first time in a while. I knew how it felt, and I liked seeing all the other victims experiencing it too.
Well, I call them "victims" of SCP-5878, but really, it saved them. They're victims of us. We made their lives worse up until the end. And I could've stopped it too, but I didn't.
I spoke with almost all of them. Ben Ward, he was diagnosed with PTSD and chronic depression that SCP-5878 somehow managed to cure. Darryl Brown said that he was going to quit drug abuse. In fact, all of them said that they were going to thoroughly change their lives for the better.
But it didn't matter.
When we administered amnestics, they lost their initiatives. Their mental states got even worse. Maybe it was "for the greater good", but the moral compass in me says it wasn't. Whatever the entity was that was leaving those messages probably agrees with me. It's also more disappointed in me than all the victims combined.
I could blame Dr. Cantorello for this, but that would just be too easy. He knew what he was doing, but he didn't know what these people were feeling. I did.
And I didn't stop it.
I've rambled on quite a bit for a document I'm planning to give to other people. I'm just happy to get as far away from all of this as possible. Maybe that's for the best.
Good luck to all of you. Try to do the right thing.
Elise O'Rourke - Head Researcher

Footnotes
1. The object also appears to absorb light.
2. Subject was employed by the Foundation prior to the event.

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SCP-5880 - Praise Unto the Glorious Influenza, the Great and Contagious Religious Influenza
Praise.

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Item#: 5880

Level3

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
keneq

Risk Class:
danger

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SCP-5880

Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-5880 are currently kept suspended in a liquid nitrogen canister in the Anomalous Biohazard Storage wing of Site-49. Access to the item or information regarding the item is prohibited unless approved by the item's acting HMCL Supervisor, currently Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson.
Known instances of SCP-5880-1 are to be sedated for approximately 3 weeks. Recovered instances are to be quarantined until 24 hours after the cessation of symptoms, at which point they are to be subjected to amnestic therapy sufficient to eradicate all memories of the symptomatic period.
Paravirology Division Unit 2 has been assigned to the investigation of SCP-5880 and other non-anomalous strains of influenza and develop vaccinations as necessary.
Description: SCP-5880 is an anomalous, highly contagious strain of Influenza B contracted through either physical or memetic infection. Initial infection of SCP-5880 progresses similarly to other, non-anomalous infections. Common symptoms include coughing, congestion, upper respiratory irritation, head/body ache, fever, and fatigue. Due to the anomalous effects of SCP-5880, infected individuals are significantly less likely to receive medical assistance, and thus more likely to suffer complications. The current fatality rate is approximately 32%.
SCP-5880-1 designates any symptomatic carriers of SCP-5880. Anomalous properties manifest with the onset of compulsory symptoms, approximately 48 hours after initial infection. Following this, individuals will begin to religiously worship the influenza virus, as well as related infections and symptoms. The specific actions varies between individuals, but in all instances, individuals will attempt to actively transmit SCP-5880 and proliferate instances of SCP-5880-1. Sedation during the symptomatic period of SCP-5880 infection has thus far been effective in preventing this effect.
Addendum 5880-1: Discovery
On 11/12/2019, Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson submitted a behavioral report regarding his assigned team of Foundation personnel investigating the global outbreak of Influenza B for potentially anomalous influences. The following records includes the report and subsequent documentation.

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Administrative Report

As the most senior researcher assigned to my team (after accounting for the condition of liable administrative personnel), I am submitting a report regarding the situation in Site-██. In short, personnel have taken a religious stance regarding our current investigation into the global Influenza B outbreak, and are actively worshiping the flu, including compromising the sanitation of the facilities by actively spreading infections.
Our whole site is in total disarray, and I am not completely sure how to describe the situation. I am requesting a formal retrieval and disinfection program, considering the severity of the situation.
Attached are several documents to corroborate my claims.
Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson
Paravirology Division Unit 2

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Security Recording Transcript

Date: 11/2/2019
Location: Site-██
Involved:

Field Agent Naomi Hoffman
Junior Researcher Jordan Keane

[BEGIN LOG]
(Hoffman coughs into into her elbow while Keane is passing.)
Keane: Bless you.
(Hoffman turns to face Keane.)
Hoffman: Umm…that was a cough.
Keane: Not merely a cough, I pray.
Hoffman: I didn't really take you for the religious type-
(Keane proceeds to cough into his hands and reaches towards Hoffman's face.)
Hoffman: What the hell are you doing?
Keane: May the Glorious Influenza, the Great and Contagious, bless you and keep you-
(Hoffman pushes Keane away.)
Hoffman: Calm the fuck down. What are you on about?
(Keane coughs into his hands and reaches towards Hoffman.)
Keane: Praise be to its Divine and Pleomorphic Virion, and may it enter all cells indiscriminately!
(Hoffman steps back and reaches towards the security intercom.)
Hoffman: Alright, last call for "just a prank" town. After that, we're heading right into "security, get him the fuck away from me" station.
(Keane continues approaching Hoffman while reciting the full chemical compositions of hemagglutinin and neuraminidase glycoproteins. Hoffman dials the security intercom while trying to shield herself from Keane's intentional coughing. Momentarily, the security officer arrives to remove Keane, who resists and continues speaking.)
Keane: The Church meets on Wednesdays in the break room-
(The security officer gags Keane while he attempts to cough on the security personnel.)
[END LOG]

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Security Recording Transcript

Date: 11/6/2019
Location: Site-██
Involved:

Junior Researcher Miranda Bates
Junior Researcher Arjun Dhurani
Security Officer Brandon Eckhart
Field Agent Naomi Hoffman
Field Agent Tori Sherman
Technician Ari Smith
Senior Researcher Cole Watson

[BEGIN LOG]
(Gathered individuals are sitting in a circle.)
Watson: Is this everyone? Who is new?
(Eckhart and Hoffman raise their hands.)
Watson: We welcome one and all to the Church of (Coughs). Our Great and Holy Lord does not despise those who are yet untouched by his Divine and Pleomorphic Virions, amen?
Bates: Amen.
Sherman: Amen.
Dhurani: Praise unto the Glorious Influenza, the Great and Contagious, and I echo amen.
Smith: Indeed, amen. Let us partake in the worship of the Most High (Coughs)!
(All gathered individuals begin coughing intentionally onto each other and repeating blessings.)
Watson: Now, first order of business. Where are Brother Keane and Sister Wang?
(Crowd murmurs.)
Eckhart: May the Most High (Coughs) forgive me. I was the one who betrayed Brother Keane to the healthy heathens, when I had not felt the congestion of the Glorious Influenza, Great and Contagious.
(Sherman, who is sitting next to Eckhart, salivates into her hand and places it on Eckhart.)
Sherman: The Most High (Cough) is a gracious and merciful lord, Brother Eckhart. You have been forgiven, for you did not know your folly.
(All gathered individuals begin coughing intentionally on Eckhart.)
Smith: Now, let us turn to the preachings of the Most High in repentance.
Watson: Yes.
(Bates retrieves what appears to be her research notes, covered in scribbling and incomprehensible writing, and begins reading.)
Bates: "The heathen deoxyribose fornicated with protein, creating a most unholy union. But the (Coughs), said, 'I shall not abandon you; though you have become complex lifeforms, I infect you, that you may return to the ribonucleic acid from where all life came.'"
(All gathered individuals begin coughing and nodding.)
Bates: "And the (Coughs) said, 'You shall know then when your noses are congested or running, and your head and body aches. Then your fever shall rise high, and you shall cough plentifully."
(All gathered individuals begin coughing.)
Bates: You guys don't have to do that after every verse, you know?
(All gathered individuals begin coughing and nodding.)
[END LOG]

Note: Events transpired for several more hours. Gathered individuals attempted to coerce passersby into joining the session, to no avail, and continued reading from Bates' notes. Following the events, several staff used the break room before it could be properly sanitized, spreading the infection.

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Medical Department

November 10th, 2019
Dr. Joseph Hart

The current state of affairs is absolutely intolerable. Those infected are spreading the infection to others, the sanitation of the medical wing is simply nonexistent, and I am likely the last remaining medical doctor who is still sane. For goodness' sake, twenty or some medical personnel were chanting "Long live the Most High!" after poor Dr. Rizvi died of influenza. We've dealt with hundreds of superviruses and anomalous diseases, and what finally got him was the flu.
All of you in administration won't hold out for long. I already got infected, what with all the coughing that's going on, and I am in charge of sanitation.
Dr. Joseph Hart
Medical Sanitation Supervisor

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Administrative Department

November 10th, 2019
Site Director Niklas Almqvist

Everything is going wonderfully.
Praise be to the Glorious Influenza, the Great and Contagious.
Site Director Niklas Almqvist
Site-██ Administration

Addendum 5880-2: Incident 5880-1
On 11/12/2019, MTF β-7 ("Maz Hatters") Squad B was deployed to quarantine Site-██ and contain infected personnel for testing. Following this, containment procedures were developed, and Site-██ was recontained. Personnel were interviewed, and then promptly administered appropriate medication and amnestics. Samples of SCP-5880 were retrieved and placed in containment.

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Extraction Audio/Video Transcript

Date: 11/13/2019
Assigned MTF:
MTF β-7 (“Maz Hatters”) Squad B

β-7B Lead Taylor
β-7B-1 Gwan
β-7B-2 Moore
β-7B-3 Nelson

[BEGIN LOG]
β-7B Lead Taylor: Recorder's on. Everyone, check your mics.
β-7B-1 Gwan: Check.
β-7B-2 Moore: Check.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Triple-check.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Command, can you hear me?
Command: Roger, Team Lead.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Remember, we're using tranqs, so don't get any funny ideas. Everyone should be with the Foundation.(Pauses) Everyone checked their suits, right?
β-7B-1 Gwan: Affirmative.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Affirmative.
β-7B-2 Moore: Hang on. (Pauses)Yeah, I'm set.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Think we're good to go, Command.
Command: Opening the door…now.
(Command remotely opens the secure access entry to Site-██, and the team enters.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Well, good thing the power's still on. I definitely have a preference for being able to see a meter ahead of me.
β-7B-1 Gwan: Everything's better than the cave last time, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: You know, Gwan, I don't disagree.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Right. So, apparently, the thing we're dealing with isn't just viral, but also has some sort of compulsory component, so…be prepared for weird.
β-7B-2 Moore: Weird is always better than deadly.
(Coughing is audible in the background.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Oh boy. Here we go.
(Team turns the corner and approaches a group of around 20 infected Foundation personnel gathered in a circle and coughing profusely.)
Infected Personnel: Praise be unto the Most High (Coughs)! May its Divine and Pleomorphic Virions return us all to its gracious hold!
β-7B-1 Gwan: What the fuck.
(Infected personnel turns to face the approaching team.)
Infected Personnel: The heretics have come for us!
(Gathered infected personnel begin shouting and coughing intentionally, while running towards the team carrying knives.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Hey Moore, how 'bout weird and deadly?
(Team begins retreating, occasionally stopping to fire tranquilizers at the mob.)
Infected Personnel: Destroy the infidels' cladding, and bring the Most High (Coughs) unto-
(Infected personnel is cut off when he is tranquilized by β-7B Lead Taylor.)
Command Alright, head for the lockdown chambers, at the end of the hallway, on the left.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Roger that.
(Several infected personnel reach for the team and slash at their suits, barely missing.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Who the fuck designed these and didn't make them puncture-proof?
(Team reaches the end of the hallway and turns into the lockdown rooms. Command remotely activates the door as several infected personnel stumble into the room, who are quickly tranquilized by the team.)
β-7B-2 Moore: (Panting) Well, what now, Taylor?
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Pauses to catch breath) Command?
Command: Exit from the side door and head towards the bathrooms. Then, wait for an individual to enter, and retrieve them.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Copy that.
β-7B-3 Nelson: Um, one question.
β-7B Lead Taylor: What's that?
β-7B-3 Nelson: Male or female? 'Cause Moore and I are male, so-
β-7B-1 Gwan: (Sighs) Just…shut up, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: It's a legitimate question! I'd like to know the logistics-
β-7B Lead Taylor: Moore and you can go into the male bathroom. Gwan and I will go into the female bathroom.
β-7B-3 Nelson: And what if the infected take us on while we're split up?
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Pointing to security camera.) Command can keep an eye on them.
β-7B-3 Nelson: A-alright.
Command: Opening doors…now.
(Command remotely opens the lockdown chamber side door. Team rapidly exits, and covertly proceeds towards the bathrooms. Team then splits up, with β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-1 Gwan entering the female bathroom and β-7B-2 Moore and β-7B-3 Nelson entering the male bathroom.)
β-7B-2 Moore: And now we wait.
(Several minutes pass before an individual enters the male restroom. β-7B-2 Moore and β-7B-3 Nelson quickly apprehend him.)
Individual: Wait. Wait, are you guys the Haz Matters?
β-7B-2 Moore: Maz Hatters. And wouldn't you like to know. (To Command) We got one.
Individual: Ah, here's the thing. I'm not…um…infected. Name's Lukas Johansson, Senior Researcher. I'm…ah, the guy who sent the report.
Command: Affirmative, individual identifies as Senior Lukas Johansson. Moore, Nelson, you can let him go.
β-7B-3 Nelson: (Muttering) Just our luck. Give us a whole site of literal sickos and the one guy we fetch is clean.
Johansson: Well, on the bright side, I'm not trying to get you guys infected.
(Johansson steps to the side.)
Johansson: Plus, I can get you guys samples, if you follow me.
β-7B-2 Moore: (Nods) Right then. (To β-7B Lead Taylor over intercom) Taylor, we got someone useful. Still seems sane. Says he can get us samples.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Roger that. (To β-7B-1 Gwan) Let's go.
(Team regroups.)
β-7B-2 Moore: This is Dr. Lukas Johansson. The guy who tipped the site off.
β-7B Lead Taylor: (Nods towards Johansson) Right. Nice to meet you. I'm Marissa Taylor, lead member of MTF-Beta-Seven, "Maz Hatters", Squad B.
(Johansson extends a hand towards Taylor.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Save it for later. Let's get the samples and get out of here first.
Johansson: (Retracting hand) Right then. Follow me.
(Johansson leads the team down the hallway.)
β-7B-1 Gwan: So, doc, what exactly happened here?
Johansson: I'm still not completely sure. I know there's some sort of…compulsory aspect to it, I think - it's outside of my field of expertise. Matter of fact, I'm probably the only one in my whole team that hasn't had to deal with memetic stuff, since I got transferred from Unit 4 after Unit 2 dealt with SCP-2559, and half the team died. The past few weeks, our unit has only been studying influenza…hardly anything especially dangerous, or anomalous.
β-7B-3 Nelson: You mean to tell me that all those researchers-turned-crazed-cultists just have the flu?
Johansson: Again, I'm not completely sure. There's been some sort of mutation, is all I know. I've been working by myself the past few days. (Pauses.) Alright, we're here.
(Johansson removes his keycard and opens the door. The team enters what appears to be an office, filled with misplaced laboratory equipment.)
Johansson: This is my office, where I've been hiding out. I moved a bunch of lab equipment here to work on research. Feel free to help yourselves to some Coke.
(Johansson turns back towards the team.)
Johansson: Right. Suits. Can't drink. My bad.
β-7B Lead Taylor: We just need the samples, and any relevant documentation or information you have.
β-7B-3 Nelson: I'll take a can, if you don't mind-
β-7B Lead Taylor: I mind, Nelson.
β-7B-3 Nelson: We only have Pepsi back at-
Johansson: (Chuckles) It's alright, I can carry some. (Pointing) The samples are in those Petri dishes.
(β-7B Lead Taylor places the Petri dishes into her pack.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright. Let's move out.
Johansson: Not so fast. The Church has a prayer session in a few minutes, and it'll be much easier to sneak out then.
Command: Several hostiles are en route to your current location.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Never mind that. We need to go, now.
Johansson: What? Oh. Oh, right. The security cameras! They must be watching us-
(Johansson is cut off by the sound of distant coughing.)
Johansson: Shit! We need to go, now!
(Johansson opens the door and ushers the team out, and then follows them as they run towards the exit.)
β-7B-2 Moore: The closest exit should be the administrative exit.
Johansson: (Shaking his head) No can do. Admin sealed themselves in when they learned about the outbreak. The idiots locked themselves in, and the air vents got them all infected.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Then which exit?
Johansson: The service exit.
β-7B Lead Taylor: Got it.
(The sound of coughing becomes louder, and team sees a crowd of around 30 Foundation personnel in close proximity.)
β-7B-3 Nelson: Here we go again.
(Infected personnel notice the team, and begin shouting and coughing loudly, before chasing the team.)
Infected Personnel: Is that Johansson?
Johansson: Is that you, Keane?
Keane: Why do you resist the Most High (Coughs)?
(β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-3 Nelson turn to fire at the mob while β-7B-2 Moore continues escorting Johansson towards the exit.)
(A number of infected personnel manage to catch up to Johansson, coughing profusely.)
Infected Personnel: I've got you now, vile infidel!
(Johansson throws the cans of Coca-Cola at the infected personnel, causing them to exclaim in pain and lose their grip on Johansson.)
β-7B Lead Taylor: Alright, let's get out of here!
(β-7B Lead Taylor and β-7B-3 Nelson turn and sprint to catch up with the team. Command remotely opens the service exit, and the team runs out of the site. Support unit stationed nearby tranquilizes the few personnel that manage to exit before the door closes.)
Johansson: (Panting) We…we did it.
(Johansson turns to face β-7B-3 Nelson.)
Johansson: Sorry about the Coke, man.
[END LOG]

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Debrief Recording Transcript

Date: 11/13/2019
In Attendance:

Agent Cameron Nguyen
Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson

[BEGIN LOG]
Nguyen: Please state your name for the transcript.
Johansson: Lukas Johansson, Senior Researcher. Paravirology. Co-lead of Unit 2.
Nguyen: Thank you, Dr. Johansson. Now, I'm sure you know what I'm about to ask you about.
Johansson: What's going on? Or why I'm not affected?
Nguyen: Both. Let's start with the former.
Johansson: As I'm sure you know, every year, one research team from the paravirology division is assigned to investigate influenza, since its pervasiveness makes it extremely susceptible to anomalous influences, or at the very least, compromises immune systems, allowing anomalous infections to occur.
(Johansson leans forward and places his palms together.)
Johansson: This year, it wasn't a secondary infection, but the flu itself.
Nguyen: How so?
Johansson: I'm not completely sure how, but I do know is that it has something to do with influenza's genetic instability. You know how every year, the civilian population is administered a different vaccine?
Nguyen: Of course.
Johansson: Influenza develops mutations quite rapidly. This appears to be some…extreme mutation, allowing for optimal proliferation. Strain B infects basically only humans, or at least what resembles human organic material. And I think that somehow, this strain has adapted to human intelligence.
Nguyen: But the Foundation has dealt with superviruses before. They simply become immune to vaccines, or develop a counter-
Johansson: No, no, not like that. The vaccine for influenza has been available for, what, 80 years? Life always finds a way. Think about it. Why keep trying to fighting, if you can just convince them to give up?
Nguyen: Or better yet…to worship you.
Johansson: Exactly. And if it's already done it once, it'll probably be able to do it again.
(Silence.)
Johansson: Now that we've got the bad news out of the way, let me tell you the good news.
Nguyen: What's the good news?
Johansson: Well. As usual, when a contagious disease affects a population, individuals begin developing immunity.
(Johansson leans back into his chair and crosses his arm.)
Nguyen: You're saying you're immune.
(Johansson returns to a normal sitting position.)
Johansson: I've displayed absolutely no symptoms. No coughing, fever…no compulsive effects, either.
(Nguyen furrows his brow.)
Nguyen: So you're saying that…we can neutralize the flu?
Johansson: Not quite. Even the Foundation hasn't been able to completely neutralize the flu. Believe me; I was part of the 2009 flu team, and we all know how that went. New strains pop up all the time.
Nguyen: So what are you suggesting?
Johansson: We figure out what makes it work. Every non-anomalous disease, we can see why certain symptoms occur. Now we have a sample of the disease, and an individual that is immune.
(Johansson point to the door.)
Johansson: Out there, there's dozens of people who we know are not immune. And if that's not enough, we have a few dozen more D-Class. We can compare our genetics, figure out how the hell it's getting into peoples' minds.
Nguyen: I see.
Johasson: First thing I'm doing when this is done, I'm submitting a request to the paravirology division administration. See if the Foundation can't vaccinate the damn flu.
[END LOG]

On 11/14/2019, Site-██ was reclaimed following the simultaneous deployment of several recontainment units. Personnel were apprehended, and the entirety of Site-██ was disinfected and quarantined. The fatality rate is currently being processed, but is estimated to be in excess of 30%.
The following is an interview with the first known symptomatic carrier, Field Agent Tori Sherman, following her total recovery.

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Debrief Recording Transcript

Date: 2/28/2020
In Attendance:

Agent Cameron Nguyen
Field Agent Tori Sherman

[BEGIN LOG]
Nguyen: Please state your name for the transcript.
Sherman: Field Agent Tori Sherman, Paravirology Division, Unit 2.
Nguyen: Alright. Now, Ms. Sherman, how's your memory?
Sherman: A bit…blurred. It's kind of like getting amnesticized…after, I mean. Obviously I don't remember getting amnesticized.
Nguyen: I see. So, you recall the events that occurred in November?
Sherman: Unfortunately, yes.
Nguyen: Right. What's your first memory of the incident?
Sherman: Well, I don't remember when I got infected. I think I started doing the "Church of Influenza" stuff around…let's see…Wednesday. In October.
Nguyen: So this began in October?
Sherman: I think…yeah. That's right. Must have started coughing and stuff around the same time. Hart - the doc in charge of sanitation - got on me about that. Pretty soon, I was coughing intentionally, but since I'm a field agent, I only met with a few people before the whole thing blew up. I think…hang on…
(Sherman furrows her brow and appears to be deep in concentration.)
Sherman: I think it was Bates or Watson next. Bates wrote up some flu bible, and Watson called in a sick day around that time. Since Watson was out, Johansson took full administration, and, well, after that, you know what happened.
Nguyen: What do you know about Johansson?
Sherman: I've never known much about the guy. He transferred over from some other unit a while back, and the records say our whole unit got amnesticized to save us from SCP-2559 - course, I wouldn't remember the specifics - so he isn't so close to the rest of the team.
Nguyen: Do you have any idea why he's immune?
(Sherman shrugs.)
Sherman: No clue. I know we definitely coughed on him, and at any rate, we got to the guys in administration after we sabotaged the air vents, so I have no idea how he's fine.
(Nguyen closes his notes.)
Nguyen: Alright, that's it for today. Thank you for your time, Ms. Sherman.
[END LOG]

As of writing, Paravirology Division Unit 2, led by Senior Researcher Lukas Johnasson, has been assigned to research SCP-5880 and potentially develop a vaccine.

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5880
March 2nd, 2020 at 6:21 PM
Cameron,
You said you figured something out?
Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson
Paravirology Division Unit 2

Cameron Nguyen

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5880
March 2nd, 2020 at 6:34 PM
Lukas,
The team's been trying to see what's different about your genome for ages. But I had a talk with Tori Sherman the other day, and she reminded me of something.
Paravirology Division Unit 2 was assigned to SCP-2559 a few years ago. In the end, every single member of the team was amnesticized. Half the team was replaced. And of the replacements, only one was still working in Unit 2 when Incident 5880-1 occured.
You.
Cameron Nguyen
Paravirology Division Unit 2

Lukas Johansson

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March 10th, 2020 at 3:34 PM
Cameron,
The influenza vaccine has existed for 80 years. Modern amnestics? About 40. It's time these common, everyday contagions started responding to all the parabiological tampering the Foundation has done to its hundreds of thousands of personnel, let alone millions of amnesticized civilians.
Last week, I ran the tests with an unamnesticized D-Class. You were right.
What the fuck has the Foundation created.
Senior Researcher Lukas Johansson
Paravirology Division Unit 2

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Item #: SCP-5881
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5881 is to be contained in a standard human containment cell and is to be questioned over any suspicious activity observed from the SCP-5881 sub-instances.
Description: SCP-5881 refers to Ben Hennessy, a 26 year old British male, who subconsciously manifests three Class 2 incorporeal entities that resemble different versions of himself. These instances manifest around SCP-5881 and converse with him for any amount of time between 2 minutes to 5 hours. These conversations involve SCP-5881 being instructed on a variety of subjects, including mathematics, computer science, ancient and modern history, science, physical education and various life and social skills. SCP-5881 manifestations previously occurred a minimum of once every two hours, and a maximum of once every three days. Only one instance can manifest at a time.
SCP-5881 instances have been designated SCP-5881-1, SCP-5881-2, and SCP-5881-3. Each entity possesses knowledge of the actions taken by the other two instances. Conversation with SCP-5881 instances is limited as they prefer to talk only with SCP-5881. Each instance has knowledge of the life and experience of the subject but each claims to have experienced a slightly altered version of said life. SCP-5881-1 is a version of the subject dressed in a suit claiming to be the founder of a successful tech company, but requests for further details have been currently unsuccessful. SCP-5881-2 wears military uniform consistent with those worn by the British Army, bearing the rank of Major. SCP-5881-3 claims to be a professor at the University of Cambridge, but the results of questioning on which subject SCP-5881-3 teaches has been inconsistent and seems to consist of a variety of unrelated subjects.
SCP-5881 was recovered on 13/01/2019 from Exeter, UK after police reports were intercepted by agents of the appearance of an SCP-5881 instance while the subject was drinking at a bar. After the subject was contained, SCP-5881 instances were observed manifesting. See below.
Surveillance Logs: Transcript surveillance footage of certain interactions between the subject and SCP-5881 instances were collected and compiled. Any extraneous or repetitive information has been extracted for documentation purposes.
Surveillance Log #1

Date: 19/01/2019
Foreword: The first example of an SCP-5881 instance recorded in Foundation custody.
Current SCP-5881 Instance: SCP-5881-3
<Begin Surveillance Log>
SCP-5881-3 manifests in SCP-5881's containment cell.
SCP-5881-3: Oh, this is an interesting place, I'm liking the aesthetic. But where are we?SCP-5881-3: Oh good, I should have guessed. I thought we made an agreement about going outside being an absolutely terrible idea? Especially to go drinking of all things.SCP-5881-3: A mistake? Just like how getting drunk the days before your A levels and taking the tests hungover was a mistake?SCP-5881-3: It might not have been a crime but it was definitely the reason you couldn't get into any of the universities you wanted to. Mistakes like that are why we are stuck here for who knows how long while we try and help you prove to yourself that you could actually pass those tests. We have these rules clearly stated out for a reason and you've just ignored them. Things like this will distract you from your work and your commitment to getting better, and no one wants that, do they? We care about you and we don't want that to happen. So drinking is a complete no go. But since you let it happen we might as well get some lessons in while you're here. I was thinking we should go over the impact of Cambyses II's conquest of Egypt. So go get your books ready…you have your books still, right?SCP-5881-3: Unbelievable. We're going to have to fix that. I'm guessing someone can hear us right now…so… to the guys that are listening, you're going to need to get us some reading material if you want to get any cooperation from us. But by the looks of things, we're going to struggle to teach you much. So for now, I'll need you to recount what you have already read about Cyrus the Great and the early Persian Empire.SCP-5881-3: Absolutely not. Teaching you this stuff is a lot easier with books around, you're quite useless at learning otherwise. We'll just wait until we can get you something to read. Until then, we'll be doing Cyrus the Great. So let's start.SCP-5881-3: I don't care if you can or can't. You're going to try and if you can't then you only have yourself to blame. So no more complaints, we're starting.
[Extraneous Data Removed]

Surveillance Log #2

Date: 27/01/2019
Foreword: At this point in time, SCP-5881 has been granted his request for reading material and other equipment.
Current SCP-5881 Instance: SCP-5881-2
<Begin Surveillance Log>
SCP-5881-2 manifests in SCP-5881's containment cell.SCP-5881-2: Don't be like that. We've got work to do, and we can do even more work now we've got that exercise equipment.SCP-5881-2: Don't be silly. The exercises aren't that bad, anyone should be able to do them1. Have you actually been doing your daily workouts?SCP-5881-2: God, you are so ridiculous sometimes. You're acting like this whole thing wasn't your idea. You're the one who wanted to become better, and you need to work to get there. You can't just be a lazy fucker like usual and expect to make any progress.SCP-5881-2: Oh? Is that so?SCP-5881-2: Do you know why you're finding it overwhelming?SCP-5881-2: Well, maybe it's because you can't do this.SCP-5881-2: Maybe you're just a pitiful piece of shit who can't tell the difference between your ass and your elbow! Is that what you are?SCP-5881-2: Really? Is that really who you are?SCP-5881-2: We're giving you something to work hard and focus on so that you stop being so useless. We don't want you staying weak forever. So get yourself ready. We're going to work you until you collapse. Starting now.
[Extraneous Data Removed]

Surveillance Log #3

Date: 21/02/2019
Foreword: This log has been highlighted due to the unusual actions of SCP-5881.
Current SCP-5881 Instance: SCP-5881-1
<Begin Surveillance Log>
SCP-5881-1 manifests in SCP-5881's containment cell.
SCP-5881-1: Good morning lazybones, how are you today?SCP-5881-1: It's nothing to complain about. I know exactly what you need to wake yourself up a bit!SCP-5881-1: Oh come on, a lesson or two isn't that bad. Who knows? You might even learn something for once.SCP-5881-1: What's wrong with me talking about my life a little? It's better than talking about you and your tragic backstory while you wallow in misery.SCP-5881-1: Christ, you're acting like we aren't the ones trying to stop your life from being such a shit-show.SCP-5881-1: We've done everything we could possibly do to help you. We've practically handed everything you could need on a silver plate. It's not our fault that you fucked your life up so badly. You couldn't get the grades you needed from school, so we decided to teach you. You were lazy, so we gave you a reason to work for once in your life. You were completely and utterly useless, so we came to you.SCP-5881-1: What other options do you have? You clearly can't help yourself. You need us.SCP-5881-1: What would you even do without us? I doubt you could do anything to improve alone. You'll probably just start drinking again so stop being so ridiculous and let's just do our lesson for today.SCP-5881-1: Now you're just being a stubborn child. You are hardly in a position to say something like this when you know how desperately you need help.SCP-5881-1: Good luck with that. We'll see how long all this lasts. I know that you'll come crawling back to us when you realise how useless you really are. Because you're worthless without us. We came here to help you. You can't just ignore our existence.
SCP-5881-1 disappears.
[End Log.]

Addendum 20/03/2019: After the conclusion of the events recorded in Surveillance Log #3, the maximum time between occurrences of SCP-5881 instances has increased to 8 days. These occurrences now no longer consist of SCP-5881 being instructed on different subjects and now consists of a prolonged argument between SCP-5881 and SCP-5881 instances. SCP-5881 has continued his requests for reading material and exercise equipment.
Interview Log: SCP-5881 has been required to attend weekly check-ups for his health. These have been recorded for documentation purposes. Any important recordings can be seen below.

Interviewed: SCP-5881
Interviewer: Dr A. Lennex
Foreword: A recording taken from SCP-5881's most recent weekly check-up.
<BEGIN LOG-07/05/2019>
Dr Lennex: Good afternoon SCP-5881. My name is Dr Lennex and I'll be covering for Dr Woods this week.Dr Lennex: Nice to meet you too SCP-5881. I hope that your time here hasn't been any more stressful than it needs to be?Dr Lennex: I can guarantee that most of the staff here have seen much weirder things. But I'm glad that you've been coping well. How has your mood been this past week?Dr Lennex: Right, I read about that in your personal file. You've continued working still, is that correct?SCP-5881-3 manifests.
Dr Lennex: Oh, this must be-
SCP-5881-3: (To Dr Lennex) I don't believe we've met before. You can call me SCP-5881-3, or just "-3" if you prefer.Dr Lennex: Of course. What sort of progress have you made since you decided to do this Ben?
SCP-5881-3: He hasn't made any progress, just look at-Dr Lennex: Well, most people enjoy having things to read. I'm glad you've been enjoying the books we have to offer.
SCP-5881-3: He's barely literate in the first place. I doubt he could notice a good book if it slapped him across his face.Dr Lennex: Well there's always someone around who's willing to lend a hand.
SCP-5881-3: God, I find it hard to believe that anyone would want to help you.
Dr Lennex: Well Ben, is there anything else that you'd like me to know about?
SCP-5881-3: Do you really have nothing to say to me?SCP-5881-3: You have to be kidding me. You're really doing this?
Dr Lennex: Well if that's the case, I think we can call this a day.
SCP-5881-3: So you're just going to ignore me like a stupid kid?SCP-5881-3: Fine! Do you feel big about yourself now? Just keep ignoring me, you pitiful bastard!SCP-5881-3 disappears.
<END LOG>
Closing Statement: SCP-5881's attitudes appear to have greatly increased since the beginning of his containment by the Foundation. Continued sessions should hopefully help this even more.

Footnotes
1. Note: The exercises that have been observed from SCP-5881 have been suspected to be ineffective and/or damaging.

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Item #: SCP-5882
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: In accordance with Emergency Protocol Aleph-41, ongoing usage of SCP-5882 is permitted pursuant to O5 discretion. Until the revocation of Emergency Protocol Aleph-4, staff work-hours have been increased from 40 to 120.
Any individual believed to be experiencing negative side effects of SCP-5882 are to be administered Class-A amnestics.
Description: SCP-5882 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting Foundation on-site housing. Individuals under the influence of SCP-5882 do not require sleep; participant experiments under Emergency Protocol Aleph-4 show that the upper limit of this effect is at least three years. Side effects of SCP-5882 include a decrease in morale and productivity caused by an increase in seditious actions against Foundation interests. These side effects have been found to be mitigated with continued administration of Class-A amnestics.
SCP-5882 was discovered on 07/12/2080 and was found to be affecting █% of on-site housing. This has changed to ██% at present day.
Addendum 5882.1, 06/11/2082: SCP-5882 Formal Appeal
The Ethics Committee has received an appeal to revoke Emergency Order Aleph-4 from Site Director Ellie Macnamara. Pursuant to Foundation Charter, the Ethics Committee cannot hear appeals without full membership. The appeal will be heard once the O5 Council has confirmed the new member. In addition to standard paperwork, Director Macnamara filed the following personal recommendation.

When did we lose our humanity?
Was it with the first culling? The second? Or was it maybe the upgrade? The efficiency drives? There really are too many instances to count. At first, it made sense. Sometimes you have to fight for the greater good. It was understandable. It was necessary. There was too much dissent, and we could only get so far with what we had. But that's not the case anymore.
We've gone too far. You all have gone too far. It's one thing to pull this stunt in containment, but at least it was directed against the right targets. Now we've moved onto our own people? It's too much. How do you even sleep at night? It's not right that we can sit here, unaffected, while knowing what's happening to the actual rank and file on the line. I can't stomach looking them in the eye anymore without the guilt welling up, and I've decided that I can't keep quiet anymore. If we keep doing this, we've well and truly gone past the point of no return.
This isn't what our forebears would have wanted. I am calling upon my authority as ranking site director to demand an immediate revocation of Emergency Order Aleph-4. It's time for me to stop this madness before it's too late.

Addendum 5882.2: Log of Site Director Macnamara's Appeal
Per the request of Overwatch Command Personnel and Security (OCPS-8), the following logs have been edited for clarity and to preserve the anonymity of relevant personnel.

Log taken from the waiting room for O5-8's office. OCPS-8 is seated at a desk to the left of the office door. Site Director Macnamara enters the room from the hallway, storming to O5-8's door. OCPS-8 coughs, lightly.
OCPS-8: Do you have an appointment, Madam Director?
Macnamara: I'm pretty sure he's expecting me.
OCPS-8: I'm terribly sorry, Director, but I don't see an appointment on the schedule.
Macnamara: …are you new here? I've never seen you before, Miss…
OCPS-8: Doctor. You can call me Bernadette, if you like. I'm O5-8's personal admin.
Macnamara: Right. Bernadette. Can I call you Berna?
OCPS-8: Bernadette is fine.
Macnamara: Sure, okay. Anyway. I'm sure you're still getting your feet wet around here, but that's not how things are run at this site. I have important things to discuss with your boss, and I'm currently nursing the mother of all headaches, so if you'll kindly step aside…
OCPS-8: With all due respect, Director, I have been told not to admit anyone without an appointment. O5-8 is very busy, which I'm terribly sorry about.
Director Macnamara sighs.
Macnamara: Fine. fine. When can I squeeze in?
OCPS-8: You'll have to submit a formal appointment request by intranet. I can refer you to the portal, if you like?
Director Macnamara begins to speak, but pauses, narrowing her eyes.
Macnamara: Ah. Ooookay. I see what's going on here.
OCPS-8: Excuse me?
Macnamara: Okay. You know what? I'm going back to my office. But I see what stupid game we're playing here. You just pass on a message to your boss for me, okay? Next time that asshole tries to block my appeal, have the courage to sign the order directly, not hide behind seven layers of bureaucratic bullshit. And cowering behind your secretary so you won't have to talk to me? Chickenshit move. You get all that down in black and white?
OCPS-8: …Madam Director, I feel as though your tone may be somewhat unprofessional. I can't pass on a message that is-
Macnamara: Okay, okay, Berna. Write this down for me for your boss. You're not on Ethics Committee. You don't have the grounds to block my complaint. The shit that you're doing to personnel is wildly unethical. Go fuck yourself.
OCPS-8: Coughs. Madam-
Macnamara: Fine, fine. Have a beautiful, blessed day. Whatever makes it easier for you, Bernie. I'm going back to my office.
Director Macnamara turns to leave, but is interrupted by another polite cough from OCPS-8.
OCPS-8: My apologies, Madam Director. I was actually going to inform you that O5-8 has been named as acting chair of the Ethics Committee. On those grounds, your appeal was officially denied by a majority decision of the executive group of the Ethics Committee.
Director Macnamara slowly turns back to OCPS-8's desk, and places her hands on the table.
Macnamara: And, who, exactly, is on the executive group?
OCPS-8: That would be the current chair, the senior member, and an O5.
Macnamara: Which O5 voted?
OCPS-8: O5-8.
Macnamara: I thought you said O5-8 was the acting chair?
OCPS-8: That is correct.
Macnamara: Then how the hell is someone allowed to vote twice on the same goddamn thing?
OCPS-8: Ah, well, legally speaking, there is nothing in the Ethics Committee Charter that prohibits one person from occupying multiple positions. If you like, I can direct you to the-
Macnamara: Oh for Christ's sake.
Director Macnamara stands up abruptly, and quickly departs the office, slamming the door behind her afterwards.

The O5 Council voted on approval of Ethics Committee appointee Charles Reinhart. The vote was resolved at 5-4 with 2 abstaining. In obligation of Emergency Order Aleph-4, O5-8 was not present for the vote. Motion fails.

Next log. OCPS-8 is seated at a desk to the left of the office door. Site Director Macnamara enters the room from the hallway, and walks towards the direction of O5-8's door, before stopping once she notices OCPS-8. OCPS-8 looks up at Director Macnamara as she enters.
OCPS-8: Madam Director. May I help you?
Macnamara: No, I'm just here to talk to…uh…sorry. Bernie right?
OCPS-8: Bernadette.
Macnamara: Ah, Bernadette. Right. You're new, aren't you? What do you do again?
OCPS-8: I'm O5-8's personal admin. I've also been filing the paperwork for your appeal to the recent vote. I was about to fax a copy over to your office.
Macnamara: The appeal. Yes. That's why I'm here, actually.
OCPS-8: To go over the paperwork?
Macnamara: Nah, I was actually thinking of kicking your boss's ass. You think that'd change the vote?
OCPS-8: Madam Director, I hardly think that's appro-
Macnamara: So what's the reason this time, Bernadette?
OCPS-8: Well, regrettably, the vote to promote Mr. Reinhart to Ethics Committee Chair did not pass the two-thirds plus one threshold needed to confirm his appointment. Additionally, without a permanent chair to adjudicate, there is also no one to hear your appeal. I'm afraid that the appeal will have to wait until after a member is confirmed.
Macnamara: So, the appeal to the confirmation vote has to wait until after a different confirmation vote? Which would nullify the point of the first confirmation vote? That appeal? That's the one you're talking about?
OCPS-8: I see you're getting a bit agitated, but I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do about protoco-
Macnamara: I…why do I feel like this is going nowhere? Your boss is allowed to just not attend votes that would fundamentally change the structure of the Foundation? And now I have to lose sleep over it?
OCPS-8: O5-8 has a number of affairs that demand the utmost attention. Not all votes have equal priority to higher concer-
Macnamara: Okay, okay, whatever. I get it. I'm heading back to my office to try and take a nap. Send me that paperwork and I'll toss it into the heap. Nice to meet you.
OCPS-8: A pleasure to meet you, Madam Director. Have a nice day.

The Ethics Committee has voted 6-3 to confirm Charles Reinhart. Acting Ethics Committee Chairman O5-8 was not present to certify the vote. Motion fails.

Next log. OCPS-8 is seated at a desk to the left of the office door. Site Director Macnamara enters the room from the hallway, and stands in the middle of the room. She looks around for a few moments.
Macnamara: I…um…sorry. I can't seem to remember why I'm here. Have we met before?
OCPS-8: Good afternoon, Madam Director. You can call me Bernadette. I'm O5-8's personal admin. Is there something that I can help you with?
Macnamara: I think I had something to discuss with your boss, but…uh….gosh this is embarrassing. I've completely forgotten what it was. Geez, what's wrong with me?
OCPS-8: Well, let me know if I can assist you with anything. I'm always happy to lend a hand.
Macnamara: Um…thanks. I think I'll head back to my office for now…I'm really sorry, what was your name again?
OCPS-8: Bernadette. Don't worry about it.

The Ethics Committee has voted 9-0 to confirm Charles Reinhart. Invoking executive authority granted under Emergency Order Aleph-4, O5-8 vetoed the measure. Motion fails.

Next log. OCPS-8 is seated at a desk to the left of the office door. Site Director Macnamara enters the room from the hallway, carrying a cardboard box under her arm. She walks straight to OCPS-8's desk.
OCPS-8: Hello, Madam Director. Is there-
Macnamara: Shut the fuck up.
Director Macnamara opens the box, and takes out a sheet of paper with scribbled handwriting on it.
Macnamara: (Reading): "Vote failed. Not enough people voted yes. Met Berna the personal admin. Nice enough, I guess, but a total copout from O5-8." Hmm, weird note to write.
Director Macnamara takes out two more sheets of paper in succession.
Macnamara: (Reading): "Vote failed. O5-8 wasn't present, so they couldn't vote. Met Berna the personal admin. Pretty nice, even if she was completely useless." Here's another one: "Vote failed. O5-8 wasn't present, so they couldn't certify the vote. Met Berna the personal admin. She's nice, but couldn't help me out."
Director Macnamara places the box down, and looks OCPS-8 in the eye.
Macnamara: Did you know I journal? I didn't. Not until I found this box in the bottom of my filing cabinet, filled with notes of past days, things I did, the foods I ate, and of course, the people I met. So tell me, Bernadette…
Director Macnamara tips over the box onto the desk, revealing a mountain of nearly identical sheets of paper.
Macnamara: ….Just how many times have I met you now?
OCPS-8: Including now, 346 times. If you would like to include this specific conversation, this is the 14th time that we've discussed this in particular.
Director Macnamara begins to tremble, before raising her hand and striking OCPS-8 across the face. OCPS-8 does not react, even as a cut on her face begins to bleed.
Macnamara: Just…just what the hell is going on here?
OCPS-8: Just standard protocol, Madam Director.
Macnamara: You know when I realized that something was off? I have some pictures on my desk. They're photos of me and my family. I took a look at them today, and you know what I realized? "Gosh, when was the last time I saw them? How old is this photo?" And I couldn't remember the answer. I realized that I couldn't even remember anything about them, any times we shared together, or even what their names are. All I remembered was that they were my family…I think.
Macnamara continues trembling, pausing, as her voice begins to quaver.
Macnamara: Are they even real?
OCPS-8: They are your family.
Macnamara: Do you know what it feels like to realize that everything around you might be a lie? I started to have a panic attack in my office. I looked everywhere, and realized that nothing added up. There were degrees on the wall, but I don't remember studying for them. Trophies on my desk, but I don't remember earning them. I had a filing cabinet full of supposed incidents that I had worked on….but I don't remember solving them. All I can remember is what my next task is supposed to be. I haven't even slept in god knows how long. I…why is this happening? Who are you?
OCPS-8: I am O5-8's personal admin.
Macnamara: (Quietly.) Bullshit. You're not just an admin.
OCPS-8: I assist with matters that the office of O5-8 deems important. That includes personnel management. I'm sorry, Madam Director. You seem to be undergoing some severe work-related stress as a side effect of SCP-5882 exposure. I'll call for some assistants to escort you back to your office and administer a standard round of medication. I hope you feel better soon, Madam Director.
Director Macnamara begins sobbing for thirty minutes in front of OCPS-8's desk, before personnel arrive to physically escort her out of the room.

Addendum 5882.3, ██/██/████: Administrative Reorganization
Site Director Ellie Macnamara has been deemed unfit for duty and has been subsequently removed from her position. Acting Site Director Bernadette ███████ has rescinded the active appeal, citing administrative concerns.

Footnotes
1. Issued by O5-8 on 07/16/2080

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Item #: SCP-5884
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: In order to neutralize SCP-5884, the following actions have been authorized:

Mobilization of all available Task Forces to major population centers
Decommissioning of SCP-4043
Cessation of contact with the Three Moons Initiative
Spreading vectors of SCP-3002
Deactivation of SCP-2935's containment
Project Serapis II
SCP-3980

Should the aforementioned actions fail to stop SCP-5884, all remaining unaffected personnel is to neither live nor die until further notice.
Description: SCP-5884 is a currently poorly-understood mechanism that was activated on 2021/06/30, intrinsically tied to 'the ensured survival of humanity.'

The effects of SCP-5884 manifested when

New file uploaded. Open?

Opening...

(Video log - 2021/07/01)
(O5-1 sits motionless in the middle of the room.)1
(This continues for 4 minutes, until he turns to his right to look at a pistol.)
(O5-1 grabs the pistol, and examines it for 2 minutes.)
(He slowly points it at his temple, and mouths 'I need to know.')

(O5-1 pulls the trigger.)

(The bullet exits through the other side of O5-1's skull, splattering blood and brain particulates onto the wall.)
(O5-1 lives immediately, and becomes human.)

(O5-1 sits up, and remains still for 4 more minutes.)

(He wipes his head clean of blood, and leaves the room.)

Footnotes
1. O5-1 was dead at the time of recording.

« SCP-5883 | SCP-5884 | SCP-5885 »


Item №: SCP-5885
Anomaly Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5885 is currently uncontained, and it is suspected that its anomalous properties preclude the possibility of future containment. Task Force Ein-6 ("Memento Mori") has been deployed to recover the bodies of J. Rittel and prevent members of the public from witnessing the associated demanifestation events, as well as doctoring and suppressing records of the bodies' disappearances1.
Description: SCP-5885 is a temporal and probabilistic anomaly centred around the death of one J. Rittel, which occurs repeatedly at intervals of exactly 24 hours. The cause of death is variable in each case, but corresponds loosely with demographic norms for the location and age. Rittel will always be at least 18 years of age at the time of death, and displays abnormal weighting towards death at a younger age (avg. 22 yrs, compared with 70 for the global population). All instances to-date have been physically and genetically identical (excepting environmental factors), and raised in a predominantly English-speaking nation.
Rittel's corpse will disappear exactly 24 hours following their death, accompanied by a low-energy burst of microwave radiation and its tachyonic equivalent. The next instance will die immediately following this, but no causal link between the two events has ever been established. Notably, each instance of Rittel will have large amounts of corroborating evidence supporting their life for at least 18 years prior, but will never have been located by any individual or organisation with reason to identify SCP-5885. As a consequence, Rittel has only ever been identified postmortem, and only after the disappearance of the prior corpse.
The date of the first occurrence of SCP-5885 is unclear. Records by Foundation precursor groups confirm its existence as far back as 1667 CE, but civilian documents identify the deaths of three Englishmen by the name of Jordan Rittel on three consecutive days in 1107 CE.

SCP-████ pre-augmentation (c. 1919)

Detainment & interrogation: On ████-██-██, SCP-5885 resulted in the death of an instance of Rittel2 within 2 kilometres of Research Site-Tau3. The body was brought to the site and placed within a refrigerated containment unit, within the range of a Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS). The body demanifested and remanifested repeatedly once the 24 hour window had passed, but stabilised in constant reality at 14:55 local time. Past this point, the power drawn by the XACTS from the Site's reactor increased exponentially. No additional SCP-5885-related death was recorded.
With the temporal anomaly temporarily neutralised, a detail from the Department of Spectral Phenomena was transported to the Site, and a postmortem interview was conducted. A transcript of this interview is included below.

Interviewer: Dr. S. Kostra
Interviewee: Jamie Rittel (deceased)
Foreword: Interview conducted by means of SCP-████, augmented by salvaged paratechnology.

<Begin Log>
Kostra: Hello, Jamie.
Rittel: Wh- what? What the fuck?
Kostra: Hello Jamie, you've had a bit of an accident, but you're okay now. Can you remember where you were last? We'd like to ask you some questions if that's okay.
Rittel: I- I died. I died, h- how the fuck did you do this?
Kostra: You had an accident, but we were able to-
Rittel: No, no, I died. I was gone. And it was about time too4. And then you… Jesus Christ, he's gonna be so worried.
Kostra: You're aware of your… 'deaths', then?
Rittel: What? Kinda, sure. Listen, I'm sure this is great news for whatever procedure you're trying here, but I was in the middle of something. You've… Christ, you've gotta kill me.
[XACTS reaches 20% allotted power drain]
Kostra: We won't be doing that, Jamie. Do you remember working as a waiter in Milton Keynes?5
Rittel: How the fuck is that important? I'm sorry, I just… God, you've gotta understand, this is a big thing for me. You're fucking up a lot of stuff right now.
Kostra: I'm sorry for that. We've only got a few more things to ask. Do you know why you keep… dying?
Rittel: Everyone does it, if you haven't noticed. It's, like, the only guaranteed thing.
Kostra: Ah, yes. That and taxes, right?
Rittel: Sure, I guess.
[XACTS reaches 50% allotted power drain]
Kostra: Alright, to phrase it a different way, do you know why you keep coming back?
Rittel: I don't. 'Come back', I mean. Not like that. I don't think you really get it. And I don't really want to explain it to you, to be honest. It's private.
Kostra: Right, uh, sorry. Sorry? Your death is… private?
Rittel: Yeah.
Kostra: Well, okay. Just two more.
Rittel: Please ask quickly.
[XACTS reaches 70% allotted power drain]
Kostra: I think I might have to. Do you know why we're not able to find you until the 'old' you 'dies'?
Rittel: That's how things work. Things have to happen one after another. [Rittel runs their hands through their hair and looks around nervously] All this is pretty… straightforward. We're not doing anything illegal. Just one more, right?
Kostra: Yes. You mentioned a 'him' earlier. Would you mind telling us who 'he' is?
[Rittel smiles and looks down. They stroke a long vertical scar on their left wrist6]
Rittel: …Yeah, no, I don't think I'm gonna do that. Sorry.
[XACTS exceeds allotted power drain. Warning alarm plays]
Rittel: I- I'm guessing that means our time's up? Or, uh- [Rittel gestures to the scalpels next to them] -do I have to do this the, uh, old fashioned way?
Kostra: No, no, that… that's all. Thank you.
Rittel: Alright. Thanks, I guess. But, um… please never do this shit again.
Kostra: No promises.
[SCP-████ is deactivated, and Rittel ceases movement. The XACTS powers down, and the body demanifests at 17:30 local time]
<End Log>

Shortly following the conclusion of this interview, a deceased 18 year-old instance of Rittel was discovered in London, England. The cause of death was suicide by hanging and the time of death was consistent with SCP-5885, with no variation caused by the above detainment. A heart was drawn in lipstick on the mirror of their hotel room's bathroom, with a crude skull drawn inside. The significance of this is presently unknown. Although they left no suicide note, preliminary investigation teams reported the body to be smiling.

Footnotes
1. Prior to the operational restructuring of 1945, this task was undertaken by the Recovery Division, Virgo team. Consult legacy file RAISA-005885 for details of SCP-5885's containment under precursor groups.
2. Cause of death: blunt-force trauma during automobile accident.
3. Specialising in the development and examination of temporally manipulative technologies.
4. This iteration of Rittel was 34 at the time of death.
5. Referring to Instance 5885-12a2c.
6. A feature shared by all instances to-date.

« SCP-5884 | SCP-5885 | SCP-5886 »


Item #: SCP-5886
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5886 is seemingly self-contained within Humanoid Containment Chamber #1939 (HCC-1939) at Site-42. Testing of SCP-5886 has been suspended until feasible means of doing so are found.
Description: SCP-5886 appears to be a dark-skinned male, approximately aged in its late teens or early twenties. Since its discovery, the subject has been completely motionless and intangible. The only evidence to SCP-5886's identity is its T-shirt, which bears the words "I am James Biggio. Leave me alone." written in black marker. A background check into the name James Biggio turned up a missing person's report for the subject out of Athens, Ohio, dated December 4th, 2013.
Attempts to remove the bed SCP-5886 is lying on result in personnel appearing outside of the containment chamber with no memory of leaving the room. Adjustments to temperature within the chamber are similarly reversed.
Discovery Log: SCP-5886 manifested inside of HCC-1939 on October 7th, 2014. Janitorial staff discovered the subject lying on the bed and alerted site security. Security unsuccessfully attempted to apprehend the subject before contacting research staff.
Addendum SCP-5886-1: Disappearance
On August 18th, 2020, the Pegasus Rising Project1 successfully created a wormhole for a span of 5 microseconds, causing a power outage throughout Site-42. Upon a safety check of containment chambers, SCP-5886 was missing from its chamber; a note was left in its place. The contents of the letter are transcribed below.

The snowflakes froze mid-air.
So did everything around me. The cars on the street, my parents… I screamed at them. I pushed my dad and he hung in the air, frozen like the snowflakes. I called for help. I searched through town for anyone who would move. I walked around for hours. The whole town was stone still.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was still night. I went back for my parents. My dad had moved. Not in front of me, but he wasn't hanging in the air. He was half-way from where I left him and the ground. My mom was looking at him now.
I stayed with them for a while, but eventually I went exploring. I stopped in a restaurant and picked up some food. Left some cash, not that it matters at this point. While I was eating on a bench, I saw a hummingbird floating in the air next to the bushes. It had this beautiful red color under its throat, and I sat and watched it. After an hour or so (I'm guessing, my watch and cell phone are useless), I noticed its wings were moving. Not that I could see, but it was definitely halfway from top to bottom when it was at the top before.
In my time like this, I've read every new book in every library I've come across. Not a lot of TV shows I can watch. A ruby-throated hummingbird beats its wings 50 times every second, and it took an hour and a half for it to move halfway.
I've helped people too. People in front of cars about to get hit? Falling off a bridge? I've saved lives. But then they just stare off into nothing. I want to say I got used to not being thanked, but…
This fucking sucks.
I found one of your guys in a library in Chicago; they had dropped a bunch of books with pictures of a weird blue mouse and I saw a logo I didn't recognize on their badge. I came here and found your library. The things you guys research here are incredible. God, I wish I could see some of it in action.
Then I saw this thing you guys are calling Pegasus Rising; a wormhole to another dimension? Finally, something different, maybe someone I could talk to.
So I picked an empty cell and stayed here. Stayed still long enough that you guys could actually see me. And now you don't.
Thanks for the room.

SCP-5886's reclassification to Uncontained is pending.

Footnotes
1. A Site-42 based trans-dimensional experiment with the goal of providing a means of evacuation in case of a failure to avert an XK-Scenario.

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SCP-5888: Pariah King (Or: The Greatest Stories Are Those We Carry With Us)
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2/5888 LEVEL 2/5888
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5888

Euclid

SCP-5888 shortly after transfer to Site-19.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5888 is to be housed in a standard humanoid living quarters at Site-19 and is permitted to socialize with other personnel and residents as desired.
Any SCP-5888-1 instances generated by SCP-5888 are to be documented and backed up digitally; all interviews with SCP-5888 are to be recorded, transcribed, and stored with this file. Should an instance not demanifest, it is to be stored in a designated locker at Site-19.
Description: SCP-5888 is an elderly humanoid male whose physical appearance suggests his age to be in his late seventies. The subject is believed to actually be far older, due in part to his anomalously negligible biological aging.
SCP-5888's primary anomalous quality is his ability to reproduce any form of informational media that he had previously observed or experienced firsthand. These objects are collectively designated SCP-5888-1 and individually designated as Items within this file for brevity's sake. This ability is aided by SCP-5888's proclaimed photographic memory. SCP-5888-1 instances will take on a variety of forms depending on the date during which they were initially experienced by SCP-5888, typically appearing as the form of media viewed or otherwise relevant at the time.
Despite the accuracy of details recorded in these memories, SCP-5888 is unable to mentally recall long-term memories traditionally and must resort to the creation of these instances to recall such information. By coming into and sustaining contact with the instances, SCP-5888 is able to recall memories or information initially associated with that instance. SCP-5888-1 instances remain inert upon contact with individuals other than SCP-5888.
SCP-5888-1 instances are generated through SCP-5888's skin, where the flesh on the desired portion of SCP-5888's body will part and reveal a dark void inside of SCP-5888's body from which the instance will emerge; once retrieved, the opening will close. This process generally does not cause harm or discomfort to SCP-5888. Instances will usually demanifest a few minutes after their production unless intentionally retained by SCP-5888.
SCP-5888 has proven cooperative with Foundation personnel in terms of containment and interviewing, providing instances to personnel and manifesting relevant information upon request.
Discovery: SCP-5888 first came to the Foundation's attention in September of 1995 after reports of an elderly man who was able to produce items from his skin began circulating near Tashkent, Uzbekistan. On 11/4/95, agents located a man in that area matching the descriptions in the rumors; the man was declared anomalous and brought into Foundation custody without resistance. SCP-5888 proved cooperative with personnel during and after his transfer to Site-19, despite being initially hesitant.
Addendum 5888.1: The following is an abridged detailing of several notable SCP-5888-1 instances created by SCP-5888.

Item-15
Item-21
Item-29
Item-38
Item-51
Item-59
Item-91

Item-15 upon manifestation.

Specimen Description: A cuneiform-inscribed clay tablet.
Date of Memory: Roughly 2000 B.C.
Content: A military order to attack a city named “Saatiae” with a force of three thousand soldiers. The entity or kingdom that would have issued this order remains unidentified, and no city by the name of “Saatiae” is known to have existed at any point in known history.
Comments made by SCP-5888: Innocent blood was spilt that day for little reason more than money and political squabbling. A shame that things have changed very little since then.

Specimen Description: An old piece of paper, yellowed with age.
Date of Memory: Late eighteenth century.
Content: A letter written in French detailing an execution order for several members of the French nobility alive before and up to the French Revolution. A small red stain is present on the letter's surface.
Comments made by SCP-5888: Violence, and war by extension, is not itself bad, it is simply evil or good depending on the purpose for which it is used; sadly more often than not, it is used for evil. However, when the Revolution broke out, all men trembled: the poor with anticipation, knowing what was to come; and the rich with fear, knowing what they had caused. The day the doors to the Bastille flew open, a just fight was begun, and its combatants were sure to deliver for even centuries afterward.

Imagery contained within Item-29.

Specimen Description: A bound manuscript.
Date of Memory: European Medieval period.
Content: An assortment of hymns, prayers, and various depictions of scenes from the New Testament, as well as several additional scenes of figures performing unidentified rituals. The later pages of the book contain illegible scribbles and symbols, Latin characters, and crude drawings of smiling stick figures grouped together.
Comments made by SCP-5888: All societies have outcasts in one form or another, and oftentimes those outcasts will come together to form a society of their own. The worries, fears, anxieties of isolation truly are unhealthy, no matter the era in which one resides. One common factor across the ages is the power of a community to strengthen its members and let them find meaning, and in this case, belonging amidst a world that had cast them out.

Specimen Description: A small painting.
Date of Memory: Renaissance Era.
Content: The painting depicts a scene highly similar to Thomas Cole's The Savage State (1834), though differs in its inclusion of a group of pale, slender figures in the foreground, each holding unknown equipment, possibly weapons or tools of sorts.
Comments made by SCP-5888: Masaccio1 always had a flair for the unknown; eventually his curiosity led him down a path few have ever walked, and he found those who were beyond his wildest comprehension, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid his eyes upon. He sought his desires, his aspirations, and was greatly rewarded for his courage. After an encounter like that I'd expect nothing less of him than to reference that beauty in his work.

Specimen Description: A hinged silver locket with a necklace chain.
Date of Memory: Early twentieth century, likely during the first World War.
Content: A small portrait photograph depicting a smiling young woman is present. The photograph is slightly discolored with age, and a shallow gash is present on the outside of the locket.
Comments made by SCP-5888: I've seen more carnage than most, but those trenches… my God. There was evil in that place. Had it been the madmen that created the gas, the men commanding its use, or something darker, I cannot be sure. But when I couldn't stand to fight any longer, the thought of her gave me the drive, the hope I needed to press on.2

Specimen Description: A Polaroid photograph.
Date of Memory: August 9th, 1980
Content: The photograph depicts a smiling, elderly woman from the side. She is leaning against a stone guardrail, overlooking a small city below believed to be Edinburgh, Scotland. A message written in pen is present on the back of the Item, which reads "My fate, my love, forever. -8/9/1980."
Comments made by SCP-5888: Loss is an unfortunately inevitable part in life, that's just the way it is; the grief and mourning that follow it are inherent parts of the process. But to allow the two to consume you is to throw away all the lessons that the dead had taught you in life. To focus on the pain instead of the renewal is among the worst mistakes you can make. Moira taught me this, and though it took me a long time to accept it, she was completely right. The past may be said and done, but there are lessons to be learnt, or at the very least memories to be treasured, and not even time can erase those.3

A digital recreation of Item-91's surface.

Specimen Description: A small, black rock carved with runic symbols, measuring roughly 7 cm in length.
Date of Memory: Unknown
Content: Humanoid figures, large arching structures, and flowers are scattered around the scene. Near the bottom of the stone, a figure appears to be radiating or glowing. Much of the scene has yet to be fully interpreted.
Comments by SCP-5888: Oceans simply burned into nothing, continents plunged into the seas, entire mountain ranges sundered, and every flower on the planet bloomed in the brilliant sun as the Children were slaughtered in their sleep. Their shining cities burned, their living machines choked, and even their very minds were shattered by the more twisted contraptions humanity had acquired. In the end, humanity reigned victorious, as if it were even a fair fight, having wiped an entire civilization— as well as several continents— right off the face of the planet; all within a single day. The greatest atrocity in history, now almost entirely forgotten.

◆ Addendum 5888.2 - Level 3 Clearance Required ◆

◇ Addendum 5888.2 - Level 3 Clearance Required ◇

Accessing Log…

Interview Video Log Transcript
Interviewer: Researcher Griffin
Subject: SCP-5888
Foreword: The purpose of this interview was to ascertain the approximate age or general origins of SCP-5888 by recording an example of one of his earliest memories. To this end, SCP-5888 was prompted to produce an SCP-5888-1 instance corresponding to such memories. The following is what transpired.

[BEGIN LOG]
(SCP-5888 holds out his right hand and closes his eyes. After roughly one minute, he can be seen visibly straining himself trying to manifest the target SCP-5888-1 instance, eventually grunting with effort. Following another 30 seconds, the skin of his palm parts, produces a small green crystal of unknown composition (later designated Item-120) and closes. SCP-5888 opens his eyes and breathes deeply while running his fingers over the stone. His expression becomes solemn.)Griffin: That took much longer than usual. How long ago would you say this memory dates back to?Griffin: Tens of thousands of years? What could have happened that long ago?Griffin: Around the time of primitive man, then?Griffin: Go on.Griffin: That's certainly insightful, but what does it have to do with your origins?Griffin: (Flatly.) Belief?Griffin: (Looks perplexedly at SCP-5888.) Care to elaborate?Griffin: (Stares confusedly for a moment before his eyes widen in surprise.) Wha— you're a narrative construct?Griffin: So what you're saying is that the collective belief in you as a mythological entity somehow retrocausally forced you into existence?Griffin: (He pauses and leans forward to inspect Item-120 for a moment, not taking his eyes off the object. He puts his finger to his chin before speaking.) But you were forgotten, weren't you? (His eyes flicker back to SCP-5888.) Your story changed.Griffin: So you and your myths were changed, nearly forgotten, and you were… altered with them?Griffin: Please calm down, five-eight-eight-eight, I don't want to have to call security.
(SCP-5888 clenches his jaw tightly before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and relaxing his posture. Item-120 demanifests, and the skin on his forearm parts to reveal a photograph, which he feels with his fingers. SCP-5888 remains silent but smiles lightly as the second Item demanifests and his skin closes. He wipes a tear from his eye.)Griffin: I understand. But what was that Item you produced just now?Griffin: Alright then. Well, this time has been very insightful, so thank you.(As Griffin begins gathering his notes SCP-5888 rises and walks to the room's window, overlooking the courtyard of Site-19.)Griffin: What do you mean by that?Griffin: (He sighs and smiles lightly as he reaches to shut off the camera.) I sure hope so.
[END LOG]

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Footnotes
1. A lesser-known painter from the European High Renaissance who died in 1428.
2. The subject declined to answer further questions regarding the woman photographed, and SCP-5888 was not found with any other individuals at the time of discovery.
3. Possible connections between SCP-5888's mention here and the the photograph contained within Item-51 have been considered, though SCP-5888 has declined to comment further on the matter.