Item#: 5473

Level1

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
warning

link to memo

Item #: SCP-5473
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5473 has been officially designated as uncontainable however, procedures have been put into place to limit the public's exposure to SCP-5473. An exclusion zone has been established around SCP-5473-A under the guise of a failed CIA operation and subsequent international tension.
Locations with high concentrations of SCP-5473-2 are to undergo misinformation plan Rip Van Winkle. Any instances of SCP-5473-1 or SCP-5473-2 are to be sequestered in the low-security wing of Site-██.
Description: SCP-5473 is a phenomenon affecting those who have entered an approximately one hundred square kilometer area within the Nanda Devi National Park, India. This zone has been designated SCP-5473-A.
Subjects affected by SCP-5473 have been designated as SCP-5473-1 and SCP-5473-2 depending on the stages of the effect.
SCP-5473-1 experience an inability to feel fear, pain, or similar negative stimuli. This inability has often led to the death of SCP-5473-1 before entering Foundation custody or transitioning to SCP-5473-2. Instances have reported recurring dreams but are unable or unwilling to divulge the details of these dreams. SCP-5473-1 cases have been recorded to last as few as 4 days with some cases continuing for years. There are 14 SCP-5473-1 instances in custody at Site-██ that have been in the first stage for more than 5 years at the time of writing. It is unclear if there is an upper bound to this stage.
SCP-5473-2 experiences a persistent catatonic state with minimal brain activity. Brain activity has been observed to spike during periods of sleep; it is assumed that SCP-5473-2 also experiences recurring dreams, but this has not been confirmed. Subjects in this stage lack any drive toward self-preservation and must be carefully monitored to ensure that all necessities of life are met.
The transition from SCP-5473-1 to SCP-5473-2 is accompanied by an audio negation event. This event has been designated as SCP-5473-B. The mechanism of this audio negation is not known. This event is centered around the transitioning subject. The area of this audio negation has not been accurately recorded but exceeds a radius of 20 meters. Any persons within this radius at the time of the event have fallen under the effect of SCP-5473 and are to be designated further instances of SCP-5473-1.
The nature of SCP-5473 makes interviews of SCP-5473-1 difficult. Representative interviews have been attached below. The full repository of interviews can be accessed in the directory /SCP-5473/Interviews.
Addendum:

+ Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-1-273-001

- Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-1-273-001

Interviewed: SCP-5473-1-273, Sarah Steevers, Age: 45
Interviewer: Dr. Kurt
Foreword: SCP-5473-1-273 was found by paramedics in a residence in suburban Chicago along with SCP-5473-2-272 (deceased) and SCP-5473-1-274. SCP-5473-1-273 was dehydrated and malnourished at time of retrieval. SCP-5473-1-273 was brought into Foundation custody through standard channels and interviewed upon arrival.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kurt: Hello Sarah, I'm Dr. Kurt. You can call me Chris, if you'd prefer. I'd like to talk to you about what happened to Jason. Is that okay?
SCP-5473-1-273 Okay.
Dr. Kurt: You were the one that called for an ambulance right?
SCP-5473-1-273 Yes. It seemed like he should probably eat, but he wasn't.
Dr. Kurt: You tried to feed him?
SCP-5473-1-273 No. But it had been 8 days? 9? - since he'd been up and eaten.
Dr. Kurt: And that had been around the time that you had - let me get this right - "heard the silence"?
SCP-5473-1-273 Yes, the beautiful silence. I had been listening to my favorite song and then the silence ended the horrible noise. I guess that was when Jason sat down.
Dr. Kurt: Sat down? You mean on the floor where the paramedics found him?
SCP-5473-1-273 Yes, that's where. He sat down there in the silence. It's easier to enjoy it when you sit down, when you stop.
Dr. Kurt: And do you remember what happened after the paramedics arrived?
SCP-5473-1-273 No. I was in my room. It didn't seem important.
Dr. Kurt: I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Jason didn't make it. It seems pretty obvious that he died of dehydration. He didn't have anything to drink did he?
SCP-5473-1-273 No. He wasn't a drinker.
Dr. Kurt: I mean, he had no water for more than a week. He's dead.
SCP-5473-1-273 Okay.
Dr. Kurt: Ma'am, your husband is dead.
SCP-5473-1-273 Okay. Can I go back to my bed? I was having the most wonderful dream.
Dr. Kurt: Can you tell me about the dream?
SCP-5473-1-273: No. I don't remember.
Dr. Kurt: Sarah, I need you to be honest with me.
[SCP-5473-1-273 does not speak, but looks toward Dr. Kurt]
Dr. Kurt: I'd like to talk to you about what's happened. We'd like to get some answers.
SCP-5473-1-273: There are no answers. Everything is just noise.
Dr. Kurt: Please, Sarah, we believe that whatever happened to Jason could happen to you as well. If we know more we might be able to stop it.
SCP-5473-1-273: Why would you stop the silence?
Dr. Kurt: If not for you, for the other people. There are hundreds suffering the same way you are. Can you please help?
SCP-5473-1-273: There is no suffering, don't you understand? Can I go back to sleep?
Dr. Kurt: If you answer a few questions, yes, I'll have you taken back to your bed.
SCP-5473-1-273: Okay. Ask.
Dr. Kurt: Did Jason ever travel to India. To a place called Nanda Devi?
SCP-5473-1-273: Yes. He and his friends went there to climb a mountain or something.
Dr. Kurt: Friends? Do you remember who they were?
SCP-5473-1-273: Tyler and Matthew, I think. It's really loud in here.
Dr. Kurt: Can we have the fan turned off? Thank you. Sarah, do you remember their last names?
[[A click can be heard followed by the cessation of background hum.]]
SCP-5473-1-273: No. It's not important.
Dr. Kurt: Sarah, this is very important, I assure you. But we'll come back to them. Did your husband act strangely when he came back from that trip? Do you remember when that trip was?
SCP-5473-1-273: He was really quiet when he came back. He didn't like me playing music, but he was much less angry than normal. Really calm. He must have heard the silence. Doctor, you should hear the silence, you won't need to ask these questions.
Dr. Kurt: I don't know about that. But you didn't answer my second question. Do you remember when that trip was?
[SCP-5473-1-273 is unresponsive]
Dr. Kurt: Sarah, please answer my question.
[SCP-5473-1-273 is unresponsive]
Dr. Kurt: Okay. I guess we're done for today. Please take her back.
<End Log>

+ Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-2-274-052

- Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-2-274-052

Note: Interviews of SCP-5473-2 instances were once thought to be impossible, but the development of the Moksha Protocol has provided some success. We'd never been able to get details of the dreams before. Are they antimemetic?
- Dr. C. Kurt
Interviewed: SCP-5473-2-274, ████████ Steevers, Age: 19
Interviewer: Dr. Kurt
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kurt: Is the hypnosis complete?
Assistant: Yes. We've already administered the mnestic as well. The subject should be as coherent as we can get them.
Dr. Kurt: Can you describe what you've been dreaming of?
SCP-5473-2-274: No.1
Dr. Kurt: No, as in you can't? Or you won't describe what you experienced?
SCP-5473-2-274: No. There was no experience.
Dr. Kurt: But you were telling others that you had seen a woman. I believe you had called her a goddess, isn't that true?
SCP-5473-2-274: That's true. I saw what she wasn't and she was beautiful.
Dr. Kurt: Wouldn't you call seeing something an experience?
SCP-5473-2-274: No, not like this. I didn't experience it. I don't know how to explain it. It was like - like there was so much I didn't see that I knew it was her.
Dr. Kurt: Can you try to describe what you saw?
SCP-5473-2-274: I was somewhere that wasn't a place. It wasn't the city, and I don't think it was the forest because the trees around me definitely weren't trees. They looked like them, and I touched one. But it felt like it wasn't a tree. There was light in the shadows of the trees where the darkness couldn't reach. After a while, before I got there, there was a clearing where there were no trees the darkness illuminated a pile of gray shapes that weren't stones. There was a clear liquid that absorbed all of the darkness running over the pile of shapes and gathering in a wide hole in front of them. And she was there at the edge of the pool - her face was shining with darkness. She was the absence of want, pain, and fear.
Dr. Kurt: Did she say anything to you?
SCP-5473-2-274: No. Her voice was beautiful silence.
Dr. Kurt: Was there anything in the silence? Any kind of message?
SCP-5473-2-274: Yes. She promised us oblivion. That all suffering would end. She's here now in all the places where nothing exists.
Dr. Kurt: She's here now? Can you see her?
SCP-5473-2-274: She's nowhere. Nowhere is everywhere something isn't, y'know? And she's there.
[Recording continues in silence for roughly 10 minutes]2
<End Log>

Footnotes
1. Transcriptionist's note: This mic might need replaced. Every time the subject speaks all ambient noise ceases.
2. Transcriptionist's note: I'd transcribe what I heard in that silence here if there were words worthy of it. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

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The entrance to SCP-5475.

Item #: SCP-5475
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5475 is to be monitored by a minimum of two armed guards at all times. Any civilian attempting to access SCP-5475 is to be detained, interrogated and amnesticized following standard protocol for anomalous locations.
Tests conducted on SCP-5475 must be expressly authorized by the O5 Council. All subjects who enter SCP-5475 must wear an activated recording device at all times. Upon exiting SCP-5475, these recordings are to be analyzed, and subjects are to be amnesticized or terminated as deemed necessary.
By Agreement 5475/1-G, PoI-5475 will be allowed to live indefinitely in the house in the vicinity of SCP-5475, henceforth designated as Provisional Site 5475-01, in exchange for her cooperation.
Description: SCP-5475 is a cave located at the foot of a mountain in an undisclosed location in southern Ireland. SCP-5475 is about 1.5 kilometers deep, and has a height of approximately 3 meters. The width of SCP-5475 varies greatly along the route, so an average measurement could not be established.
The main anomaly of SCP-5475 consists of the generation of multiple vocalizations coming from an unidentified location inside the cave. These vocalizations will be focused on the first human to enter SCP-5475, and will consist of a male voice describing in detail all the "secrets" that are being kept from the subject. At the time of writing, secrets exposed by SCP-5475 have ranged from miscellaneous events from the subject's childhood and/or adolescence, to highly classified information regarding the internal structure of the Foundation.
The secondary anomaly of SCP-5475 consists of a grave located at the end of the cave, hereafter designated SCP-5475-A, which shows no signs of natural deterioration, and all damage inflicted on it will be regenerated once all subjects have exited SCP-5475. The tombstone of this grave is transcribed below.

Darren

I still love you,
and I will never forget you.

Discovery: SCP-5475 was discovered on 15/01/2021, after Ms. Aisling Sullivan, now designated PoI-5475, attempted to commit suicide by jumping into one of the rivers near the locality. Fortunately, a police officer spotted her and was able to rescue her. In her statement, PoI-5475 described the relevant anomaly, which alerted an undercover agent from the Foundation and subsequently led to the classification of SCP-5475.
Shortly after these events, Dr. Kathleen Silverlock was assigned to interview PoI-5475 regarding the anomaly. A transcription of this interview can be found below.

Interviewed: PoI-5475
Interviewer: Dr. Kathleen Silverlock
Foreword: This interview took place 1 week after the discovery of SCP-5475, and was conducted at the residence of PoI-5475. This log was translated from Irish.
<BEGIN LOG>
(Dr. Silverlock is sitting in PoI-5475's couch. The latter enters the room with two cups of coffee, and offers one to Dr. Silverlock before taking a seat.)
Dr. Silverlock: Thank you for allowing us to interview you, Mrs. Sullivan, it's of great help to us.
PoI-5475: Oh, don't worry, I think it will do me some good… to talk about it too. And please call me Aisling.
Dr. Silverlock: Of course, Aisling. (Dr. Silverlock smiles.) Well, we'd better start with the questions. Let's see… (Dr. Silverlock looks through her papers.) When was the first time you knew about the voices in the cave?
PoI-5475: Well… It's quite a long story. I think I should start at the beginning, even if it sounds a bit redundant. I hope I won't bore you (PoI-5475 chuckles.)
Dr. Silverlock: Oh, don't worry, I think I have enough time. (Dr. Silverlock takes a sip from her coffee.) Well, you can start whenever you want.
PoI-5475: Yeah, well, I… (PoI-5475 sighs.) It could be said that it all started when I was sixteen, you know, that time when we all did whatever we wanted and the world seemed infinite…. (PoI-5475 remains silent for a few moments.) I… met a guy. Yeah, I know it was like ten years ago, but I still… I get a little nervous when I remember it. (PoI-5475 chuckles.)
(Dr. Silverlock smiles.)
Dr. Silverlock: Don't worry, I understand you.
PoI-5475: Well… I met this guy, his name was Darren, although I think you should have guessed that by now. (PoI-5475 smiles and takes a sip of coffee.)
Dra. Silverlock: I figured.
PoI-5475: Heh, yeah, he was one of the best looking guys in my class. All the girls wanted him for themselves and all that high school drama crap. (PoI-5475 takes another sip of coffee.) But… he and I… we had many things in common. Our musical tastes, the movies we watched, our ideologies… We had some friends in common, so we started spending time together and… I guess things just fell into place. (PoI-5475 chuckles.)
Dr. Silverlock: I understand. You fell in love with him, didn't you?
PoI-5475: Yeah… and he also fell in love with me. I still remember that day, when he told me. We had gone to an ice skating rink near the school. Jesus, when I remember it… (PoI-5475 pauses briefly.) By the time we left it was already dark, and we started to walk around for a while… (PoI-5475 shakes her head.) I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on so long, but I tend to get too deep into detail, and when I remember Darren….
Dr. Silverlock: It's okay, don't worry, I understand what you must be going through. Please continue.
PoI-5475: Right. (PoI-5475 sighs.) We started dating. He was passionate about photography, so for most of our dates we used to go to places that looked like something out of a painting. Some forests, flower plains… those kinds of places. Well, so… (PoI-5475 abrubtly stops. Dr. Silverlock looks concerned.)
Dr. Silverlock: Is there… anything you're having trouble saying?
PoI-5475: Y-yes… It's just… (PoI-5475 looks nervous. She takes another sip of coffee; her hands are visibly shaking.) Once we decided to go to a forest nearby. The trip was a bit expensive, but Darren was very excited. He spent the whole trip talking about the pictures he was going to take… and the ones we would take together- (PoI-5475 stops; looks as if she is about to cry.)
(Dr. Silverlock leans towards PoI-5475 and starts talking in a reassuring voice.)
Dr. Silverlock: Don't worry, you can tell me what happened.
PoI-5475: We… wandered away from the route we had planned and… found the cave. At first I was a little scared that a bear or something lived there, but Darren insisted on going in. He looked so excited… so we went in and… (PdI-5475 looks disstressed.) And…
Dr. Silverlock: If I may ask, approximately how long did it take from the time you entered until you heard the voice?
PoI-5475: Yeah, sure, I… I think it was ten minutes or so. Darren got to take several pictures before… first we heard it coming from inside the cave. It was like a constant whisper around us. First it said to us "Your dog didn't run away, your dad ran him over." I was scared, but Darren looked more confused than scared. And then… then we heard the voice again, although this time it was closer to Darren. It told us "Your best friend is making fun of you behind your back," and then… then….
Dr. Silverlock: Yeah?
(PoI-5475 lowers her head.)
PoI-5475: Then the voice told him that I was secretly in another relationship.
Dr. Silverlock: …
PoI-5475: I… we had a fight and broke up. A few months later I found out he had committed suicide and in his letter he blamed me among other people. I knew he was sensitive, but I never thought…
Dr. Silverlock: How was it that they decided to bury him in the cave?
PoI-5475: He was not buried there. His relatives took him to a cemetery near their home. I found the grave when I wanted to see where those voices had come from. I know they would never want me living near his real grave, so I gathered some money and came to live here.
Dr. Silverlock: I see…
PoI-5475: I- (PoI-5475 is crying at this point.) It wasn't my intention, I was about to break up with my other boyfriend, but things got complicated and…. the only thing I want is to have him close to me, I want… I want him to know that I'm sorry, that I still love him, and that I need him to forgive me. (PoI-5475 covers her eyes with her hands and starts trembling.)
(Dr. Silverlock sits in silence for a few moments before trying to continue with the interview.)
Dr. Silverlock: So… About how long did it take after you found the grave before you realized about its anomalous properties?
(PoI-5475 looks at Dr. Silverlock. Her eyes are still covered in tears.)
PoI-5475: Its "anomalous properties"? What do you mean?
Dr. Silverlock: The grave's anomalous properties, of course. You are aware that the tombstone cannot be destroyed, right?
PoI-5475: What…? I didn't… I didn't know that. You mean…?
Dr. Silverlock: Our teams have examined the grave, and any damage done to it is repaired once they leave the cave.
PoI-5475: … No, I didn't know that.
Dr. Silverlock: Oh, it's okay.
(Dr. Silverlock looks through her papers one more time and starts mumbling to herself. PoI-5475 looks at Dr. Silverlock and then at her cup of coffee; she sighs before talking again.)
PoI-5475: I think I know why that happens.
Dr. Silverlock: Sorry?
PoI-5475: I think I know why the grave can't be damaged. It's a… little theory I started making a few months ago. I started to wonder why the voice does what it does and I… I drew my conclusions.
Dr. Silverlock: Well, go ahead.
PoI-5475: The voice… I don't think it enjoys revealing secrets. What's more, I don't think he enjoys doing what he does.
Dr. Silverlock: What do you mean exactly?
PoI-5475: Think about it, a secret is capable of… destroying everything. A secret can break families, end friendships, provoke murders, cause wars…
Dr. Silverlock: Please be a little more specific.
PoI-5475: What I'm getting at is that… I think the voice doesn't like us keeping secrets. And I think it reproaches us by telling us everything that they keep hidden from us.
Dr. Silverlock: …
PoI-5475: And… the cave, or whatever it's inside… it looks after Darren's grave because it wants us to remember him, to remember that….
Dr. Silverlock: It wants us to remember the consequences of keeping secrets.
PoI-5475: Yes.
(Both Dr. Silverlock and PoI-5475 remain in silence for aproximatly 30 seconds.)
Dr. Silverlock: That… is an interesting theory. A very interesting theory. So, ahmm, is there anything else you would like to tell us, Aisling?
PoI-5475: No, I don't think so. But… I've seen that you guys are very interested in the cave and from afar it looks like you're a secret organization and all that stuff. (PoI-5475 chuckles.) … You're from the government, aren't you?
(Dr. Silverlock hesitates before answering.)
Dr. Silverlock: Yes, we are from the government.
PoI-5475: Yeah, it's just that… Would you allow me to continue living here? I - I don't want to have to go somewhere else. I want to stay by his side, you know what I mean? I want to… remember him forever.
Dr. Silverlock: … I'll see what I can do, Aisling.
PoI-5475: … Thank you.
<END LOG>
Closing Statement: Following this interview, the Ethics Committee stated that keeping PoI-5475 near SCP-5475 could be helpful in maintaining a reliable cover story between the locals, thus establishing Agreement 5475/1-G, and allowing her to remain living at Provisional Site 5475-01 in exchange for her cooperation.

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SCP 5476
Footnotes

SCP-54761
Object Class: Keter2
Special Containment Procedures:3 Technobabble.aic4 has been assigned to reverse any edits made to the Foundation database5 by SCP-5476 events.
Description:6 SCP-5476 is an anomalous phenomenon in which pages in the SCP Foundation database are edited to include footnotes7 to clarify the meanings of various words. These edits are not made by any registered user and are able to bypass password-protected articles.8 In some cases, SCP-5476 events have occurred in paper documents, replicating the ink used in the page. It is unknown if SCP-5476 events are caused by a sentient entity.9
Discovery:10 The first SCP-5476 event occurred on 07/03/2111 during an incident with an experimental AIC. Junior Researcher12 █████ ███████13 developed Crystal.aic14 for the purpose of teaching new staff members the meanings of complicated terms15 used in official Foundation documents. During testing, the AIC attempted to define a memetic hazard16 and immediately deactivated. Roughly an hour17 later, the AIC came back online and completed its edits to the page, as well as numerous other unneeded18 definitions. All files related to the AIC were deleted, and SCP-5476 events began to occur in other Foundation documents.

Footnotes
1. Anomalies in the custody of the SCP Foundation are referred to by a three or four digit number for organizational purposes.
2. The class above Euclid. This means the anomaly in question is very difficult to contain, but not necessarily dangerous to human life or normalcy.
3. This section of the document describes how best to prevent the anomaly from threatening normalcy or human life. In the event that the anomaly is not a threat to normalcy or human life, this section describes how to prevent the anomaly from activating its anomalous effects.
4. Artificially Intelligent Construct, an advanced computer program capable of replicating human behavior. The SCP Foundation uses AIC in many ways, including facility management and updating Foundation documents.
5. A website dedicated to cataloguing the anomalous items in the custody of the SCP Foundation. This website can be accessed at scp-wiki.wikidot.com
6. This section of the document describes the physical characteristics of the anomaly, as well as its anomalous effects.
7. Footnotes are small numbers or asterisks that, when moused over or followed to the bottom of the page, will show extra information on the subject. These notes are often used for additional context, or to add comments without breaking the flow of the document.
8. Such as SCP-3125, which can only be accessed fully if the user enters the code 55555.
9. A being capable of rational thought and emotion, such as a human or anomalously modified AIC.
10. This section of the document describes how the Foundation came to be aware of the anomaly.
11. The seventh day of March in the year two thousand twenty-one, or the third day of July in the year two thousand twenty-one, depending on which country this document was written in.
12. Low ranking, often new researchers for the SCP Foundation.
13. Blackboxes are used to cover up sensitive information. In this case, the blackbox was used because Scott Wilkins requested to not have his name associated with the creation of a Keter anomaly.
14. Meant as a low effort pun on the term "crystal clear" and the human name Crystal.
15. Such as esoteric object classes and colour-based humanoid anomaly codes, which are very difficult for new and old Foundation staff to memorize.
16. A complex image that, when viewed, causes an autonomous reaction in the viewer. These reactions can range from memory loss to death, and therefore are often used to defend sensitive information from those without proper clearance and memetic resistance. Some memetics can have varying effects on non-human observers.
17. 60 minutes, 3600 seconds, 3600000 milliseconds, 3600000000 microseconds, or 3600000000000 nanoseconds.
18. Numerous new staff members struggle to understand the complex scientific language used by the SCP Foundation.

« SCP-5475 | SCP-5476 | SCP-5477 »


by stormbreath

Item #: SCP-5477
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Outpost-5477 has been constructed over SCP-5477, and is currently operated as a South Coast Properties front organization. The elevator which gives access to SCP-5477 is to be clearly marked and cordoned off. It is not to be used outside of being used to deliver food deposits to SCP-5477 and is to be entirely vacated when used.
SCP-5477-2 is contained within SCP-5477 and has no means of exit. It has been given a video camera and laptop and is to use these materials for a weekly counseling session with a Foundation psychiatrist. It is allowed to make requests for luxuries and amenities, which are to be reviewed by the aforementioned psychiatrist.
D-4444 has been placed into SCP-5477 for the purposes of containment of SCP-5477-1. He has been instructed in the proper operation of SCP-5477-1. Should D-4444 die or become unable to continue his duties, he is to be replaced by a new trained D-Class.
Food and other supplies are to be regularly1 deposited into SCP-5477 by means of the freight elevator.
Description: SCP-5477 is a massive labyrinthian complex located 800 meters underneath █████████, FL, USA. The exact dimensions of SCP-5477 are as of yet undetermined, but it is known to extend for at least ten kilometers in any direction from its access point. It is yet undetermined if any of this range is extradimensional, or if it is all physically present in baseline reality.
SCP-5477 can be accessed through a single freight elevator in Outpost-5477. Cars in this elevator are rigged to only descend downward. New elevator cars spontaneously manifest when required at the top of the elevator shaft. Elevator cars that descend past SCP-5477 appear to descend continuously into an otherwise empty shaft, with no known terminus.
SCP-5477-1 is a complex mechanical device located near the freight elevator entrance in SCP-5477. SCP-5477-1 is believed to dimensionally anchor SCP-5477 within baseline reality. As the disappearance of SCP-5477 could result in massive geological instability, the proper maintenance of SCP-5477-1 has been determined as necessary.
SCP-5477-2 is a sapient amphibian entity residing in SCP-5477. It measures three meters long head to tail and possesses a humanoid limb structure. SCP-5477-2 claims to have been originally responsible for the maintenance of SCP-5477, but changes in the nature of SCP-5477-1 prevented it from maintaining stable containment.
Addendum: The following log was recorded from a video feed installed within SCP-5477, monitoring the entrance chamber and SCP-5477-1. It contains D-4444's initial deployment into SCP-5477.

[00:00] Elevator doors open. D-4444 exits, carrying a collection of monitoring equipment that has been given to him by the SCP-5477 containment team.
[00:10] D-4444 takes a moment to orient himself within SCP-5477 according to the limited map that he has been provided with.
[00:34] D-4444 proceeds to the SCP-5477-1 chamber.
[05:47] D-4444 arrives in the SCP-5477-1 chamber. He places the monitoring equipment down next to SCP-5477-1, and then briefly glances at the device.
[06:12] D-4444 inspects the corpse of D-4443, which is against the wall of the SCP-5477-1 chamber. He removes the handgun from the body's hand and determines it to be out of ammunition.
[06:37] D-4444 picks up the corpse by the shoulders and drags it out of the SCP-5477-1 chamber.
[12:47] Six minutes later, D-4444 returns to the elevator chamber. He drags the body into the elevator and then exits. He presses the down button. The elevator doors close, and the elevator descends downward.
[13:53] D-4444 returns to the SCP-5477-1 chamber and begins maintenance on it.
[20:13] SCP-5477-2 enters the SCP-5477-1 chamber. D-4444 reacts with extreme shock, briefly pointing the empty handgun at it.
[20:17] SCP-5477-2 talks to D-4444, who calms down and drops the handgun. They do not approach each other, and remain several feet apart, but continue to talk.
[35:04] Maintenance of SCP-5477-1 finishes. D-4444 waves goodbye to SCP-5477-2 and then returns to the elevator room, where he begins to set up camp. SCP-5477-2 exits to a different part of SCP-5477.

Addendum: The following file is an excerpt from the first psychological appointment of D-4444 following his deployment into SCP-5477, conducted via telephone.

Dr. Glass: How are you fairing with regards to your deployment into SCP-5477? How have things been progressing for you?
D-4444: Well, it's not the prettiest job. Had to dispose of the last guy's fucking corpse the first day I got down here, and apparently I'm never going to see the sun again. And to top it off, there's all the stress of having to operate the machine. And my roommate is … well.
Dr. Glass: Please elaborate on that?
D-4444: He's a fucking monster! Like, I had gotten the description of him, as like an amphibian thing, but the real thing is … freaky. Real freaky. He's always on his legs and …
Dr. Glass: You hadn't had much exposure to nonhuman sapient anomalies before this assignment?
D-4444: No, never. And the ones I had always heard about were talking animals, mostly. Not some sorta weird hybrid monster thing. It's disturbing. And he speaks perfect English! That's downright fucky.
Dr. Glass: But you've had no personal conflicts with SCP-5477-2, have you? From the video feeds, it seems like you're working well together on the maintenance of SCP-5477-1.
D-4444: Oh sure. He's a nice guy and all, perfectly good roommate and everything. It's just that … look at him. It's uncanny. Thoroughly. If he didn't look like that, I guess.
Dr. Glass: Well, you know, looks can be deceiving. You shouldn't reject -2 just because he is a nonhuman entity, especially when it seems that you get along personally.
D-4444: I mean, I guess. It's just going to take a while to get used to looking at those eyes.
Dr. Glass: And it doesn't seem like you have many other social options if I have to point that out. You'll be seeing each other on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.
D-4444: Yeah. Guess so.

Addendum: The following is an excerpt from a maintenance log of SCP-5477 performed by SCP-5477-2 and D-4444, approximately two months into the latter's deployment.

[00:00] D-4444 enters into the SCP-5477-1 chamber, pushing a cart of scavenged repair equipment into the chamber with him.
[00:03] SCP-5477-2 follows D-4444 into the SCP-5477-1 chamber, pushing a similar cart of spare parts behind it.
[00:07] D-4444 parks his cart and turns to SCP-5477-2. They begin to talk for a few minutes, gesturing at SCP-5477-1 during the process.
[03:21] D-4444 and SCP-5477-2 move to work on different parts of SCP-5477-1, making necessary adjustments and repairs to the device. They talk to each other at multiple points during this process.
[10:09] SCP-5477-2 finishes working on its section of SCP-5477-1 and walks over to D-4444. It looks at his section and to talk with him, presumably about the repairs being made. It leans in closer to D-4444, making physical contact, in order to give advice about specific parts of the machine.
[10:41] D-4444 laughs.
[12:47] D-4444 finishes work on his panel and puts his tools back onto the cart. SCP-5477-2 does the same.
[13:17] SCP-5477-2 and D-4444 exit the SCP-5477-1 chamber side-by-side, leaving the areas of SCP-5477 that are under camera surveillance.

Addendum: The following is an excerpt from a regular psychological appointment of SCP-5477-2, conducted several months following D-4444's deployment into SCP-5477.

Dr. Glass: I'd like to ask you about your relationship with D-4444, if that's alright?
SCP-5477-2: Oh. I suppose we could. He's in the next room over.
Dr. Glass: The two of you have become quite close over the past few months, correct? You didn't connect with any of the other D-Class we deployed into SCP-5477.
SCP-5477-2: No, I didn't. Most of them shot themselves within a few days of being down here. Finn is the only one that's lasted any time.
Dr. Glass: Yes, that's true. Most were not equipped to last in SCP-5477. But would you say you're friends with D-4444? The two of you usually enter and leave the SCP-5477-1 chamber together.
SCP-5477-2: … Yeah. Friends. We're friends.
Dr. Glass: Good to hear. We were slightly worried when D-4444 moved his camp out of the entrance foyer and further into SCP-5477, it meant we couldn't observe him any longer.
SCP-5477-2: Oh, does it? I wasn't aware.
Dr. Glass: Yes, of course. We only have essential cameras, those monitoring the elevators and the vital machinery.
SCP-5477-2: Ah. Right. How could I have ever forgotten?
Dr. Glass: They're subtle cameras. Well, it is good to know that you are getting along well with D-4444. Given that containment of SCP-5477-1 is relatively stable, we were considering asking you two to go on a formal exploration of SCP-5477 soon.
SCP-5477-2: Oh, really? The both of us?
Dr. Glass: Yes. We're curious as to what more of the structure contains, and it's always best to send explorations out in groups. Helps carry food and supplies.
SCP-5477-2: I don't think we'll have any problems doing that, doctor. Speaking for both of us here.
Dr. Glass: Excellent! I'll talk to my superiors about the mission. Before I go, do you have any more amenity requests to log?
SCP-5477-2: Hmm. Perhaps some more movies, maybe with Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal in them? I very much liked that one movie you sent down before.

Footnotes
1. At the discretion of the HMCL Supervisor. Typically decided as once per week.

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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION SCIENCE DIVISION
The following file contains information related to the Markhaven monitoring project and as such is limited to Foundation personnel with Marduke level clearance.

Isolate. Stabilize. Communicate.

Item#: 5478

Level3

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
dunwich

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
warning

link to memo

Assigned Site
Site Director
Research Head
Assigned Task Force

Site-42
Theron Sherman
Arnold Bergen
Nexus Control Team Gamma-2 ("Americana Division")

The clock tower atop St. Ronald's Church, the main landmark within the community.

Markhaven, Indiana

Dunwich Class Nexus

Settled
~1954

Incorporated
1976

Foundation Discovery
1977

Threat Level
Medium

Government
Autocratic Dictatorship

Military
Markhaven Defence Force "Boys in Blue"

Mayor
Michael Ramis

Area
Approximately 1,300 Km2

Residents
Approximately 2,500

Affiliated Groups of Interest

GoI-627 ("The Factory")

Demonym
Markhavener

Languages
English
(Other languages prohibited by law)

Currencies
Ronnie

Special Containment Procedures: A subterranean outpost has been established 20 km away from SCP-5478's southmost corner. It is manned by two field agents, three D-Class personnel, and three Senior Researchers (Nexus Control Team Gamma-2). Water samples from the soil around SCP-5478's outskirts are to be collected bi-monthly. Intercepted broadcasts are to be scanned for psychotropic hazards, filtered, and then relayed back to Site-42 for study.
Two Foundation Senior Researchers (Drs. Juliette Lewis and Clark Hamilton) have been installed within SCP-5478, disguised as new residents. They have been trained in standard espionage procedures; observations are to be sent in an enveloped letter between the bars of the fence around SCP-5478 whenever possible. They currently reside in Provisional Site-145, officially known as 257 Eagleton Street.

Description: SCP-5478 is the gated commune of Markhaven, an isolated community in central Indiana. SCP-5478 is approximately 1,300 km2 in size, with an estimated population of 2, 500 people. The interior of SCP-5478 predominantly consists of identical housing units around a fountain in the town's center, with several shops and offices surrounding the outskirts. From the fountain is a short path to St. Ronald's Church, the largest structure within SCP-5478.
Architectural styles within SCP-5478 are drawn from colonial and 1950's styled suburbia, making extensive use of white picket fences, pastel colors, stucco, and wraparound porches. SCP-5478 is kept abnormally clean and sterile by a group of janitorial workers, transferred from the community's prison complex.
An invisible force extends upwards around the fence, repelling all living organic entities from touching or damaging the fence; however, objects and people within SCP-5478 are capable of limited contact and outward movement. Looking into SCP-5478 from an outside aerial view makes all inhabitants within completely imperceptible; this is believed to be an extension of the fence's anomalous properties.
SCP-5478-1, officially known as "The Markhaven Defence Force" (colloquially referred to as the "Boys in Blue"), are the law enforcement agency of SCP-5478, and are a common sight within. Random inspections and building searches are regarded as an everyday part of life in order to "rid" the community of suspected communists and undesirable community members. SCP-5478-1 are commonly seen patrolling streets in extensively modified Triumph TR7s, and are commonly equipped with military-grade weaponry. Inspection of these automobiles have revealed each has a stamp on its underside reading "The Factory." Members are armed with similarly branded weaponry purposefully constructed to resemble props from science fiction films.

A group of SCP-5478-1 practicing an anomalous air attack drill.

Analysis of the water in the soil surrounding the area of SCP-5478 has revealed trace amounts of a chemical compound composed of several known and unknown materials. Known elements include water, arsenic, methylphenidate and lysergic acid diethylamide. Extended testing has shown this compound (henceforth SCP-5478-2) is capable of inducing a suggestive state within individuals who ingest it. The exact mechanisms of how SCP-5478-2 operates within the human body are presently unknown.
Uniquely powerful television broadcasts (henceforth SCP-5478-3) can be detected from SCP-5478 on a monthly basis. SCP-5478-3 broadcasts take the form of the radio talk show "Saul Inspiring!", hosted by Markhaven personality Saul Miller. SCP-5478-3 covers the history of Markhaven, capitalism, democracy, communism and the United States, with a heavy bias towards conservative/Republican policies, and in some cases, blatant misinformation. SCP-5478-3 contains several psychotropic memes which induce a state of suggestibility in viewers, though these can be removed with simple memetic filtering.

Addendum No. 1: Discovery Log
During a raid on a warehouse believed to be owned by GoI-627 ("The Factory"), ten disguised cargo trucks were recovered from the building's backrooms. A delivery order for supplies was discovered within one of the trucks indicating the destination was Markhaven, Indiana, a location that did not exist in any records or archives known to the Foundation.
An attempt was made by the Foundation to request geographical records from the United States government, but the request was personally denied by President Ronald Reagan without further clarification. The O5 Council authorized a secret probe to investigate the Reagan administration and geographical records to discover any information on the location of Markhaven.
Though recovered intel was limited, several major discoveries were made:

An advisor to President Reagan and member of PENTAGRAM, Jeffrey Bateman, had funnelled thousands of dollars into an unspecified location within Indiana.
Heavily censored financial records suggested former President James Carter had authorized a Central Intelligence Agency-ran program within an unspecified location in Indiana (believed to be codenamed "AEUTOPIA").
Heavily censored Church Committee records stated explicitly that Markhaven was constructed for "AEUTOPIA".
The location of Markhaven was discovered via searching of PENTAGRAM financial records.

Shortly after the location of Markhaven was confirmed, Nexus Control Team Gamma-2 ("Americana Division") was formulated from Site-42 and sent to investigate. From their findings, Markhaven was registered as SCP-5478, and its file was compiled shortly after. Further probes into discovering the nature of "AEUTOPIA" are pending approval.
Addendum No. 2: Anthropological Analysis
Residents follow a strict, socially conservative style of personal expression and day-to-day life. Citizens are expected to serve their community in a variety of ways, such as volunteer work, starting their own businesses, hosting and partaking in community-wide social events, and attending church. Most individuals within SCP-5478 profess conservative or conservative-adjacent political views; this is considered the norm, and dissidents are treated with suspicion.
Children within SCP-5478 are referred to as "Cherubs", and undergo heavy religious indoctrination at public schools. The possibility of deploying a spy within education facilities as a student is currently undergoing evaluation by the Ethics Committee.
Despite lacking recognition from all major intergovernmental organizations, SCP-5478 residents and the local government treat the community like an independent nation. SCP-5478 has a national pledge, which residents are required to perform at all major social and political events.
Most residential buildings constructed in SCP-5478 come with pre-installed television sets and radios. Both appliances operate on a twenty four hour continual basis, and are unable to be shut off; only the volume may be adjusted. The radio and television show Saul Inspiring! plays continuously; recorded snippets are included below. Attempts to damage these sets automatically alert law enforcement through camera systems installed in each set.

+ Open attached file ("Saul Inspiring!" recorded snippets)

- Close attached file ("Saul Inspiring!" recorded snippets)

Remember, you make Markhaven special. You are the blood and the bones of our people, of our town.

The man who complains about being hungry should not concern you. He is to be ignored! Focus on filling your own belly.

Communism brings death.

St. Ronald blesses your Cherubs. Keep them close to you at all times.

We are watching. But remember, we are also watching as friends and neighbors.

Sharing and parasitism go hand in hand. Wring the bloodleech out, let the tick bleed-out its stolen gains.
Our blood spills white.

Eve left the Garden with Adam. Do not let that be you, and your husband.

Heavy fallout reported. Stay indoors.

Markhaven lives.

Markhaven, a brave people, stand tall. Brothers of Markhaven, lead the fight. Break free from the claws of the red bear, break the jaws of the Black Panther! Markhaven, lead a life from grace!
Mothers, sisters, hold the homestead for when the soliders come home. Sisters of Markhaven, stay with your cherubs.
We bless St. Ronald, we bless God for many good days. Apostle Paul, heed our words, heed our words, God bless Markhaven, and the brothers within!
We will fight the enemy, armed with rifles from heaven. Our blood will shed, to preserve Markhaven, and the heroes that dwell within. We will not suffer defeat, blood spilt is our sacrifice.
Markhaven, a brave people, stand tall. Brothers of Markhaven, lead the fight.
Break free from the claws of the red bear, break the jaws of the Black Panther! Markhaven, lead a life from grace! Mothers, sisters, hold the homestead for when the soliders come home. Sisters of Markhaven, stay with your cherubs.
Markhaven, a brave people. St. Ronald bless you!

Markhaven's economy is primarily driven by manufacturing, commerce and sale of anomalous contraband materials, products and drugs. The community follows a Laissez-faire style of capitalist economics. Markhaven is individually home to numerous businesses, some masquerading as legitimate storefronts, while other places of commerce function as legal, non-anomalous companies. Markhaven does not recognize the American currency, and instead uses its own, informally referred to as the "Ronnie". A table has been complied below of notable businesses operating in Markhaven. The following table contains several dangerous viral psychotropic memes. It has been closed for memetic scrubbing.

+ Open attached table (Known businesses operating within Markhaven)

In order to learn more about the community from a civilian's point of view and experience, Drs. Lewis and Hamilton recorded SCP-5478 residents to learn more about the community's culture.

+ Open Interview-5478-1

- Close Interview-5478-1

Unidentified Officer: Pardon me, Missus, but we need to see your identification papers. Just a routine check. No need to raise alarm, or anythin' of the sort.
Dr. Lewis: Of course, officer, but may I ask why?
Officer: Well, I've never had someone ask me that before. You're new to Markhaven, aren't ya? It'd be best for you that during routine inspections such as these, you do not ask questions. Question making, that is somethin' folks here will take offense at. Questioning their judgement, like you know better then em'.
[Officer shifts paper back and forth in his hand.]
Officer: Lucille Finch. Nice name. If it's an American name. If it isn't, well, we'll have a problem, won't we?
Dr. Lewis: There's no need to worry. It's an American name. American raised, god-fearing folk.

Concealed shot of the Markhaven Officer.

Officer: We'll find out sooner or later, I can assure you that. I trust you, but I'll let you know that we can't be too careful. Colored, the communists. They're everywhere nowadays. Sneaky bunch.
Dr. Lewis: So I've been told. I read the paper this morning, just awful what they've been up to. Hard to call them people, after you learn about what they did to Kennedy, what they did in Vietnam, the South…
Officer: You're right on the money. You from the south, Missus? You have a nice look to you. Southern Belle, sweetheart.
Dr. Lewis: Oh, you're too kind. And yes, I am from the south. Alabama, to be exact.
Officer: Oh, Alabama. Goodness, they don't make places like that anymore. Places where children respect the Lord and their parents, none of that integration nonsense. Wallace! Good man, wasn't he?
Dr. Lewis: Oh, certainly. Did us all a big favor. Hopefully we'll have a new Wallace, soon. In Indiana as well!
Officer: Well, then, little lady, you haven't met Raimis yet, then. Markhaven's own son, our own Wallace. St. Ronald's own. You'll meet him soon, I'm sure. Just count down on the days.
Dr. Lewis: Seems like a nice gentleman.
Officer: Oh, aren't you right. Goodness, I haven't kept you too long I hope. Wouldn't want you to be late for your husband. That won't do. You keep safe out there. I know you're new, but if you… If you see them out there, you give us a call. You understand who I am talking about?
Dr. Lewis: I will, Officer, and I do.

+ Open Interview-5478-2

- Close Interview-5478-2

Official portrait of Micheal Ramis. Censorship was present in the original portrait.

Dr. Lewis: Hello, Doris. It's so good to see you again, thanks for coming to bridge last night. I know Andrew would have come if he could, but with his work in the factory-
Mrs. Albertson: Oh my goodness, there's no need to apologize. A good husband puts his work before matters outside of the office. He's doing his part, you know.
Dr. Lewis: Absolutely. All of us have a part. I've been meaning to look for at least something to do during the day, but I've been so kept up with unpacking, cleaning… I tell you, I had to have the game in the den, as that was the only place that didn't have cardboard and god knows what else strewn around everywhere. And of course, sleep has been difficult…
Mrs. Albertson: Now, Lucille, I don't know what you've heard around at Alabama . You'd think that a good man like Wallace would tell you ladies otherwise, but you should know that your home is your office, not the other way around. Imagine if Andrew came home to a mess! He'd be plum angry, and frankly, I can't say I'd blame him. Being a housewife, housework- that doesn't mean be a drudge. Oh, I'm sorry, I got to talking and blabbing again, haven't I? What's this about difficulty sleeping? You know, there is a pill-
Dr. Lewis: Just been a lot now. You're right though, if I could handle both… But sleep has been difficult. I keep waking up, middle of the night in a cold sweat. I just see this… Dark figure ahead of me, and he tells me to stay were I am, that he loves me. It's like it's my father.
Mrs. Albertson: [Laughs.] Michael? Goodness, you really are in no place for two jobs if you're having difficulty with the Mayor's speeches! My goodness, you're a small town girl, aren't you? Michael's been doing our little town this service for as long as I can remember. Springvale, Burnsview, the mayors there don't do anything like Michael does. He takes time to watch over us. He's like a father to us all. Just give it some time, some thought. Welcome him into your heart. We all did, after all.

Addendum No. 3: Related Materials

RESTRICTED ACCESS: MARDUKE CLEARANCE REQUIRED

MARKHAVEN MONITORING PROJECT INVESTIGATIVE MATERIALS

SCP-5078
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Item#: 5480

Level2

Containment Class:
safe

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: Due to suspicions about the identity of PoI-595 - the sole inhabitant of SCP-5480 - the containment of SCP-5480 is to remain unknown to anyone outside of The Foundation, including PoI-595 themselves. The apartment building which contains SCP-5480 is to be monitored and the rooms adjacent to it are to be purchased by Foundation agents to minimise the risk of civilians being exposed to the anomaly.
Description: SCP-5480 is an apartment in Portsmouth, England, which contains a number of anomalous artifacts. Such items include a series of potted plants made of human bone, a watering can filled with living ox marrow and a fridge which fills up with stomach acid when it is closed.
A great number of documents - bills, paychecks, unsent job applications and receipts - have been packed into the bin. The oldest of these records dates back to 1879. They follow a strict chronology, as well. From 1879 to 1942, they are addressed to a “Saarin Llovi”, then “Saally Orock” until 1979, “Sandy Nadocks” up to 2017 and from that point forward, “Saara Klaviger”.
There is a photorealistic painting on the bedside table depicting a young woman and an older man, likely in his thirties, standing in front of a field of red grass. A faded inscription on the bottom of the frame reads “εγώ και ιόν”, translatable from Greek as “Me and Ion” (sic). Dating of the pigments has revealed it to be around 3,100 years old.
SCP-5480 is inhabited by PoI-595, the aforementioned Saara Klaviger. PoI-595 is, according to her passport, a 28 year old female currently employed as a retail assistant of the Aldi brand grocery chain.
Addendum 5480.1 - Discovery

+ Access fileserv:/S:/5480/fileserv/discovery

- ACCESS GRANTED

On the 15th of May, 2020, two members of GoI-663, “The Fraternity of Skin”, to whom Foundation agents had attached hidden observation devices to weeks prior, had the following conversation outside of what was later found out to be SCP-5480.

Interlocutors: Saara Klaviger (PoI-595), Male 1, Male 2

(Begin transcript)
[Male 1 knocks on Klaviger's door. Half a minute later, she opens it.]
Male 1: Good morning, ma'am! It's so good to see you, it's hard to find fellow disciples of the flesh.
Male 2: We represent the Fraternity of Skin, one of the last remaining groups in Europe who champion the original goals of the Grand Karcist.
Klaviger: Uh huh, and what would those be?
Male 1: In his words, ‘the liberation of mankind from the fetters of machinery'.
Klaviger: He never said that. The actual quote goes: ‘from the fetters of mortality'.
Male 2: How would you know?
Klaviger: You know what, nevermind. What else is your cult about?
Male 1: Not a cult! Not a cult. We're a society of revivalists, bringing Sarkicism back to its roots. We worship Yaldabaoth, our deliverer from iron.
Klaviger: What are you talking about? Ion fought Yaldabaoth, they are- were legendary enemies. Classical Nälkänism rejects the idea of worship of the gods entirely. And "sarkic" is a slur, the proper term is Nälkän.
Male 1: You're misinformed. Just take a look at our scripture, the Parables of Nadox. We pulled this from the library's shelves ourselves.
Klaviger: Pseudo-Nadox. And this isn't even a copy of the original, what is this? “Ion drew forth the seed of his loins and placed it into Lovataar's gaping…” ugh, this is just an erotica. These aren't even parables! And I never want to hear about any of Lovataar's body parts again, gaping or not.
Male 2: Those are our holy texts!
Male 1: (Whispering: Shush, we can still recover this). There's always time to debate the historicity of our practices later. However, I'm sure that you will agree that the spirit of our group, nay, our family, is truly in the vein of the original brand of Sarkicism.
Klaviger: Oh boy.
Male 1: Take a look at this. [He produces a clay sculpture packed with cotton.]
Klaviger: Serpent's tail, many eyes, is that… Saarn?
Male 1: Yes. She is the object of our affections.
Klaviger: A-affections?
Male 2: That's right. You see, as with most Sarkites, we try to keep our bloodline pure. No breeding or marriage with outsiders, we only procreate with fellow members of our community. But we don't have any proselytes who can carry a child yet so in the meantime we've been storing our seed in these clay receptacles.
Male 1: (Whispering: No! Don't start with that!) It also serves a dual purpose. We follow in Ion's footsteps, for just as he laid with Saarn for twelve days and shattered the hills with his passion-
Klaviger: [Chokes.] Fucking… no! That didn't happen! Ion was faithful to Lovataar, how did Saarn somehow get roped into a relationship with him? I did not want to learn today that effigies of me- I mean Saarn were being violated by a bunch of crusty old men! How come every Nälkän commune is some kind of disgusting sex cult!?
Male 1: It's in following with our founder's principles. Ion's appetites were legendary, it's said he fornicated with so many that his phallus spat blood by the time he was thirty!
Klaviger: [Vomits profusely.]
(End of transcript)

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Item#: 5481

Level2

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
notice

link to memo

Assigned Site
Site Director
Research Head
Assigned Task Force

Site-49
Dr. Edward Wallace
Dr. Hammil Thompson
MTF Kappa-8 "Forest Wildfire"

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5481 specimens found in public areas are to be transplanted to the Botanical Aisle of Site-49. If transportation is not feasible, the instance is to be cut down and incinerated. Witnesses of SCP-5481 are to be interrogated and amnesticized.
Description: SCP-5481 is the designation for an anomalous tree species that externally resembles several non-anomalous species1, mostly taking the form of a Pseudotsuga menziesii (Douglas Fir).
When a humanoid entity comes into contact with an instance of SCP-5481, the object will deploy a pair of human arms which will then gently hug the subject. This hug will last as long as the subject keeps contact with the instance, after which these appendages will be retracted into the trunk.
Dissection of SCP-5481 has revealed that the appendages are biologically human, connected to a complex muscular system embedded in the trunk that allows for the extension and retraction of the arms in any direction. SCP-5481's method of reproduction is undergoing research, as it has been observed that the instances seem to appear spontaneously. Since saplings grown from collected specimens have not displayed any anomalous attributes, it is theorized that instances only develop their muscular systems in adulthood.
Addendum 5481.1: Investigation into PoI-5481
On 16/09/2020, a large population of SCP-5481 was found in the Roosevelt Forest, in Oregon, USA. Further exploration revealed an abandoned cabin nearby that showed signs of being previously inhabited.
The journal of a presumed female known as "Jade Johnsson", now designated PoI-5481, was found in the surroundings of the cabin and is transcribed below.

05/09/2020
I found this cabin. I think I can afford to live here at least for tree three weeks or so. That's good.
I also found this notebook. It was under the bed ―which, of course, is unusable due to insects― and I've been thinking a lot. I've decided that I'm using this as a diary or something like that.
I don't have anything else to do, anyway.
That could bring me some problems, of course, but I mean- what could be worse?
So, welcome to the awesome diary of Jade Johnsson!

06/09/2020
Today I went to the town. I bought some food with the last of my money. I think I can manage with it, at least until I can collect more money.
There are some times I actually miss everyone.
It wasn't a good family, but… it was a family, after all.
Now, I just have some bread. And I will have to eat it at the end of the day.

07/09/2020
I saw one of the trees today. They are already here. That's not good. They are following faster than before.
I know you love me, mom, but I think that's a very, very disturbing way of showing it.

08/09/2020
One of the trees is already outside of this cabin. I'm in a forest, so it shouldn't be a problem. I hope there's none at the town. THAT would be a real problem.
I have no doubt some of them already know. There's no way they aren't aware of the trees.
I hope you know what the hell are you doing, mom. I don't want anyone searching for my ass. Although I know discretion wasn't your thing. Even dad said so.
God… I haven't seen dad in a while.
I hope he's okay.
Is he taking good care of Daniel? I really hope Daniel doesn't forget his lovely sister…

09/09/2020
Mom, why?
I… we all felt abandoned. You did this to us. You forced me to run.
Yet you're still trying to make me feel loved?
Why?
You're regretful?
Because I know you are. I have seen it all. Every damn thing you've done to broke us apart.
That's what you call affection?
And there are the trees. What the fuck were you thinking?
I'm going to find you, mom. And then, I'm going to let you see what you've done.

The "10/09/2020" entry consists only of a drawing of a house on fire

11/09/2020
There are trees everywhere. I tried to cut one down, but apparently a pocket knife isn't enough. Still, I attacked every one I found.
Also, now I'm totally out of food. What now?

12/09
Mom, I still remember the good times. I know we didn't have everything we wanted, but we managed to be a happy family.
Do you still remember? Do you remember when I came back from school crying and you just made some popcorn and we watched movies for the rest of the day?
I will never forget those times.
It seemed like… like we had an entire bright future ahead of us.
Did you ever consider it? When those men came and asked you to do them a favor… did you ever consider our opinions? We were a family! Every decision affected every one of us! Did you think about the implications? Did you give us an opportunity?
I don't know if I want to know those answers.

13/09
This cabin is no longer an option. There are so many fucking trees. Someone is going to investigate this place at any moment. I really don't want them to come here.
Do the trees still look like a good idea, mom?
I bet not. I bet you would say they still do.
What do you want? Do you want them to find me? Because that's what you're fucking doing!
I don't even know where I am going to live now. I…
For once I thought I could live somewhere safe. At least for some time. But no. Once again, you RUINED it.
Thank you, mom.

It has been discovered that all the presumed PoI-5481 locations showed a large population of SCP-5481. MTF Kappa-8 ("Forest Wildfire") has been assigned tracking of the subject.
Addendum 5481.2: Interview with Mark Walters

Interviewer: Dr. Hammil Thompson
Interviewee: Mr. Mark Walters
Foreword: On 05/10/2020, Mr. Mark Walters witnessed an individual, presumed to be PoI-5481, interacting with an instance of SCP-5481.
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Hammil: Mr. Walters, may you tell me your encounter with the… "hugging tree"?
Mr. Walters: Yeah, I guess. I was at the park. It was, like nine or ten. I was gonna smoke a cigarette when I discovered that there was someone in the swings.
Dr. Hammil: May you describe them?
Mr. Walters: Yeah, It was a girl. I think seventeen or so. I'm pretty sure she was still a teen, but… I don't know, she seemed… like, she had the expression of someone that had lived so much, y'know? It was a very cold night, so I wondered why was she there. I thought of asking her, but…
Dr. Hammil: What stopped you from approaching her?
Mr. Walters: I… I felt like it was not the right thing to do. She seemed sad. I mean- very sad, but she wasn't crying. I just stayed there, hoping she wouldn't notice me.
Dr. Hammil: What happened to her?
Mr. Walters: She stayed there for, like, half an hour. I think she had been there for much longer, but it's just a supposition. Then, she stood up and walked to a nearby tree. She hugged the tree, and… the tree hugged her back.
Dr. Hammil: The tree hugged her back?
Mr. Walters: Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but that damn tree- two arms came out of it and hugged her! I'm not crazy! I know what I saw! I-
Dr. Hammil: Mr. Walters, please calm down. Nobody's doubting your testimony. What happened afterwards?
Mr. Walters: I- err…
Dr. Hammil: Yes?
Mr. Walters: I- I don't know. I… I think she said something, but I took off running, so I don't remember exactly what her exact words, but…
Dr. Hammil: What do you remember?
Mr. Walters: … I think it was something along the lines of "I'm sorry for being like this". I'm sorry, I- I was really scared, y'know? That damn tree had arms! How?! That was-
Dr. Hammil: Calm down, Mr. Walters. Did you see anything else after that?
Mr. Walters: … no. I ran to my house and told my wife about it. She thought someone had drugged me, so she called the cops.
Dr. Hammil: I see… well, thank you for your time, Mr. Walters.
<END LOG>

Addendum 5481.3: As of 05/10/2020, no new instances of SCP-5481 have been found. Reclassification to Safe is dependent on the successful detention of PoI-5481.

Footnotes
1. This has included the Pinus, Abies and Pseudotsuga genera.

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Item#: 5482

Level2

Containment Class:
keter

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
danger

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: Foundation employees are to be monitored for the common effects of SCP-5482. Those affected by SCP-5482 are not to be allowed within seven kilometres of bodies of water exceeding one cubic metre in volume: oceans, lakes, rivers, swimming pools, aquifers, etc. Clouds and other weather formations do not count as such. They should be exposed to liquid water as little as possible; if the person lives long enough to require hydration it should be achieved intravenously.
Description: SCP-5482 is a condition which spontaneously arises within Foundation personnel, especially those concerned with the study of anomalous environments and locations.1 It is unknown whether it affects persons not employed by the Foundation. Individuals affected by SCP-5482, designated SCP-5482-1, suffer from adverse reactions to water.2 Individuals who had close interpersonal relationships with previous instances of SCP-5482-1 are highly susceptible to being affected by SCP-5482 in future. SCP-5482 is incurable and its effects increase in severity and scope over time until death.
Due to the extreme inconsistency with which SCP-5482 appears and operates, it is impossible to provide any meaningful information about the disease or the pathology of its sufferers.
Addendum 5482.1: Partial list of SCP-5482 cases

+ Access fileserv:/S:/5482/fileserv/earlycases

- ACCESS GRANTED

Subject: Lieutenant Kiara Anenasya
Date of Onset: 23/09/20 (first recorded occurrence of SCP-5482)
Summary: On September 23rd 2020, Lieutenant Anenasya of MTF Lambda-77 (“Demersal Scotopic”)3 regurgitated several litres of saltwater while conversing with a containment engineer. She did not appear to be surprised by the event. The engineer recalled her smiling, placing her hand in front of her mouth and saying "I missed you." before walking away.
Site security, upon learning of the incident, attempted to locate Lt. Anenasya. They were successful in tracking her to a forest several dozen kilometres from her home. Upon sighting the retrieval team, the lieutenant smiled and began humming. Due to the sudden appearance of a fog bank, visual contact was briefly lost. Security personnel were not successful in reacquiring her. She has not been sighted since.

Subject: Captain Minerva Skye
Date of Onset: 24/09/20
Summary: The day after Lieutenant Anenasya's disappearance Captain Skye - another member of Lambda-77 - was discovered dead in the bathroom of her residence. Her hands had been severely mutilated and several hundred grams of skin, muscle and cortical bone were found in the basin of her sink. Three dull razors were found in her pocket.
It was determined that her wounds were self-inflicted. In spite of this, her death was not due to blood loss but instead benzodiazepine overdose.
During autopsy, her blood refused to coagulate and her body did not exsanguinate, instead bleeding continuously until all of her open wounds were sealed.
A three minute long video was found on her phone, recorded an hour before her discovery of her body. It depicts her holding her hand over her sink and piercing her ulnar and radial arteries in multiple locations, losing several litres of blood over the course of the video.4 She can be heard repeatedly whispering "I won't go back" for its entire duration.

Subject: Private Adam Asakku
Date of Onset: 26/09/20
Summary: Private Asakku, the only remaining member of Lambda-77, was informed of the situation and voluntarily confined himself to Site-56 under daytime supervision, with the working theory at the time being that an anomalous entity or effect was targeting members of his MTF. He refused contact with all water and water-containing solutions, in spite of the obvious risks to his health. Over the following days he began regurgitating small amounts of water, often while attempting to speak, and suffered from periods of intense and uncontrollable lacrimation, which evolved into weeping and emotional discomfort.
Asakku reported whispering and singing coming from the West-facing walls of Site-56 and demanded they be covered in soundproof foam. Although the request was granted, he continued to complain about the noise and claimed that Lake Garda, located several kilometres East of Site-56, was singing to him. An offer to allow him to shower elicited an intensely negative response, necessitating his sedation.
He also began hallucinating large objects or environments 'inside' bodies of water. For example, he reported seeing underwater forests, mountain ranges and ruins within three different glasses of water. When asked to judge the depth of a swimming pool, he responded that it was at least seventeen kilometres in depth and filled with the silhouettes of "leviathans and carrion bloats".5 He demanded that the pool be drained so that there was no possibility of anyone "falling away."
Asakku eventually suffered a psychotic break and used a nail file to crudely remove his ears, eyes, much of his gums, and his tongue.6 Post-mortem, his blood was found to be significantly clearer than that of a normal person and contained almost no plasma.

Addendum 5482.2: Extended case study, Senior Researcher Jacquelyn Vanth

+ Access fileserv:/S:/5482/fileserv/casestudy

- ACCESS GRANTED

Subject: Doctor Jacquelyn Vanth
Date of Onset: 23/09/21
Summary: Dr Vanth was diagnosed with SCP-5482 exactly one year after the anomaly's emergence. At the time, she was the lead researcher of SCP-5482, having volunteered for the position since the initial classification of the phenomenon. Once she became aware of her status as an instance of SCP-5482-1, she deferred her responsibilities to a subordinate and chose to use herself to study the progression of the disease.

Document: Transcript of “230921652.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth

Sixty hours. That's the average period between the onset of symptoms and death. You won't find it on the file, though, because it's not an indicator of how long someone will survive. We pulled out all the stops for Adam and he barely lasted three days. Others have lived for four, even five without any intervention. It has nothing to do with how well-protected you are. Death takes you when it feels like it.
I don't know why but 5482 feels expected. Like I was waiting for it. I guess I was, in a way. The turnover rate for MTFs is ridiculous. We've all heard the horror stories, of agents getting lost in the woods and never being heard from again, or of MTFs being picked off one by one as they attempt to navigate a house of horrors. So for my team and I to have lived so long? It was more than a little incredible.
I'd always just assumed that I'd die on the job, trapped in another world or tortured ‘till the end of my days by a sadistic locus.7 My departure from Lambda-77 was an anticlimax, ergo 5482 seems like something which has been a long time coming.
Last night I had an odd dream. I woke up in my parents' house. It was raining outside but the lights were on. The night was warm. I heard odd noises from far away and so I stood on my toes and glanced out the window. I saw the lake curl toward the horizon, black and depthless. It whispered to me and asked me to come outside. I did, while the rain pelted my back. It wasn't cold; it felt more like being breathed on. Not even in a creepy way, it was more like intimate, as if someone was holding me close and exhaling into my hair. I stepped up to the edge of the water and knelt down. I just listened to it, humming with my mother's voice.
When I was young I used to run along the lake's edges and look for odd rocks or sticks. I'd bring breadcrumbs to feed to the birds and a polaroid to take pictures of bugs and the odd rabbit. My mum would tell me to stay away from the shore, but there was one time that I saw a fox perched on a branch near the bank of the pond. It didn't move as I crept toward it, just gave me an odd sort of look. I got close enough to touch it and so I reached out and… slipped.
The lake rose up to meet me. I tried to swim upward but the pressure just kept building above me and pushing me down. I couldn't fight it off; I was only a child. I didn't feel any fear though, or any pain. There was a burning sensation in my lungs but it was distant and easy to ignore. The weight of the water felt protective, almost. I closed my eyes and let bits of algae wrap around my arms. Something living swirled underneath me. I sensed it by the way in which the water moved around its body as it beat its fins. We both flinched as soon as we saw each other. It disappeared into the depths and I almost swam after it out of sheer curiosity.
I passed out. Next thing I knew, my mother was humming while she held my head in her lap. She was singing this beautiful lullaby.
For years afterwards, I kept fantasising about diving into the lake again. I wandered further than I ever had into the woods, not scared in the least of getting lost. I wanted to experience that sensation again, of being submerged in something wholly unfamiliar. It's why I signed up to be a member of Lambda-77 in the first place. It took me years for me to learn my lesson and grow out of that stupid obsession.
5482 targets people who've seen strange places: realities of blood and bone, universes living through the aftermath of catastrophe, inexplicable places of all kinds. Does it come from them, somehow? And if it can sing, does it think? It's predatory, that much I can assume, but what does it want from me?
Fuck it, whatever. I hope it chokes on my bones.

Document: Transcript of “240921802.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth

Last night I dreamt of an endless forest. It was foggy and there was a path of trampled ferns before me. There was a time when I would've gladly gone down that road to chase new sights and novelties. Instead I sat down and waited until I woke up. I used to be so in love with that feeling of discovery, of stepping through a portal or over a border only to cross over from the normal world into something fantastic and otherly. My seniors would call me incautious, my peers would say that my curiosity would be the death of me, of all of us. They turned out to be right. I don't remember anything about how Devana died, just that it could've been avoided. We weren't careful. I wasn't watching out for him.
I know you probably went to the grave hating me for it, Skye, but I had to leave after we lost him. It was too painful to stick around. Exploration started to daunt me, and foreign suns seemed not as bright.
(Laughs) Listen to me, talking to the dead. I suppose I'll be with them soon. The water's gotten louder, and different bodies have acquired their own cadences. The ocean is an open-mouthed tone while the rain is a murmur. This morning I was washing my hands and the water tore away some of my skin when I pulled my fingers out of the stream. My hair is damp and it can't be dried. The effects are worsening. I don't know how I'll die. Regardless, I'm losing my connection to reality. It's odd, being aware of how I'm slipping away. I sang along with the rain earlier.
Most of the other 5482-1s developed an intense fear of water. Adam's the crown example of course, having mutilated himself just to stop listening to its singing. I'm not sure if I feel that same terror. It reminds me of something, instead. It's picking at old scabs, unearthing memories too decayed to recall but just firm enough to evoke the feeling I used to associate with them.
I remember… rustling leaves, weight on my back, a brisk wind, the days I spent far from home just taking in the nature all around me. The woods around my house, I can barely recall what they were like. Now I want to go back and find out all over again. Mark out all the clearings, photograph all the flowers, watch sunlight spill through the canopy, and twinkle in the dirt…
… remember to check everything that I say for cognitohazards.

Document: Transcript of “250921937.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth

It rained yesterday while I was commuting. I put down my umbrella and let the raindrops slide over my cheeks. They drew blood. I felt my skin and fat peeling away, the humours of my eye gliding down my neck. It didn't hurt even a little. It was like falling asleep.
After Devana's death, I convinced myself that my curiosity was a liability. I conformed, I learned to fear the unknown. I wish I hadn't done that; I wish I'd seen more of the world. Maybe it would have been wonderful, or perhaps my life would have been cut short… but it wouldn't have mattered. As long as I could've witnessed one more sunrise, smelled one more flower, heard another song. I can't go on like this, buried in normalcy.
I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. 5482 isn't ravenous, it's grieving. It misses me so much, wishes I would return to it. It's me, before I was stained by loss and cautionary tales. I was convinced by my loss to believe that the other had to hate me. That was never true.
Am I still scared? Of course, but I am more afraid of being alone in the light than hated in the dark. I'm afraid of the world having limits.
I think-, no, I feel like this is right. Wherever I end up will be terrible, vast, unknowable… and beautiful.
[Several minutes of the sound of rainfall. Vanth laughs softly.]
I missed you too.

Footnotes
1. Such as extradimensional spaces, anomalous biomes and parallel universes.
2. The nonspecificity of this statement accounts for the anomaly's irregular behaviour.
3. A mobile task force specialising in the exploration of hostile environments such as areas defined by extreme temperatures, toxic atmospheres or hostile fauna.
4. Losing as little as two litres of blood is almost always immediately fatal.
5. Asakku's mannerisms were deeply affected by SCP-5482.
6. Notable as being moist exterior surfaces of the body with the exception of his ears.
7. A colloquialism for a space possessing both agency and intelligence, effectively a living location.

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+ ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Michael Carpenter')

- COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOUNRAL ENTRY ('Michael Carpenter')

29/12/2018

Director Goodall says we have to start writing in these. About what goes wrong, and stuff. Let me think. Well, for starters, there's always a fish smell. I accidentally tripped on my way to the submarine. I had to try a couple of extra times to pick up one of the fossils. And I saw a scientist drop a couple of papers on their way to the lab. That's it, I think.
Alright, the main thing wrong is that this job is boring as shit. My entire job is using a crane to pick up fossils while a scientist guy yells at me. That's it. Also, the boss is shit. Goodall calls us all "civvies." The calm way he talks, it always sounds like he's about to take out an MP5 and mow us all down. I guess that's why he always has his crony, Daniels, do the talking for him. It feels like I'm working for the government without seeing any of the cool shit.
I can't wait to get out of this underwater base, and see my bros again.

Catalogue #: SCP-5483
Seafloor Cataloging Procedures: SCP-5483 is currently isolated to Site-78 via complete lockdown of the site.
Description: SCP-5483 refers to an area located at the edge of the Alquist Trench, monitored by S.C.P. Aquatic Monitoring Facility Alpha. At its deepest, the Alquist Trench is at the upper edge of the mesopalegic zone, and is notable for having very few hydrothermal vents and an absence of zooplankton, leading to a general lack of life in the local area1.
SCP-5483 contains the underwater Site-78, used for cataloging remarkable phenomena near and around the Alquist Trench. Recently, SCP-5483 has been the location of paranormal occurrences. Examples of these include:

Hallucinations of emaciated figures in hallways, often resembling family members.
Perceptions of impossible structures, like unending stairways, infinitely long hallways, and floors/surfaces acting similar to fluids.
Hallucinations of people walking on the seafloor or entering the Alquist Trench.
Disappearances of site personnel.

On May 1st 2019, to curb the apparent disappearances of crewmembers, Acting Site-78 Director Theodore Daniels activated a lockdown of the facility, ensuring that no egress from Site-78 was possible. As of May 22nd 2019, this lockdown is ongoing.
Discovery: The paranormal phenomena occurring at Site-78 began after Director Robin Goodall vanished from his sleeping quarters at approximately 1500 hours on the night of April 28th, 2019. Footage of the interior and exterior of the site do not show him leaving his quarters, and no escape pods were engaged. His quarters were soaked with sea water, despite there being no breaches in the site's hull.
Per instructions left by Dr. Goodall, Dr. Theodore Daniels became acting director of Site-78 on April 29th, 2019. Documentation of paranormal events began on May 2nd (see phenomena log).

+ ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Shelby McVinny')

- COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Shelby McVinny')

30/4/2019

Director G disappeared yesterday. I've talked to people, and nobody knows where he disappeared to. My theory is that he got himself lost somewhere in the Site and locked himself into an old bunker. Good riddance, in my opinion.
Another oddity happened today. I was maintaining a circuit box, trying to keep a sector of the Site from short-circuiting after a cookie cutter shark tried to get into the reactor bay. All of a sudden, I was tackled to the ground by someone in a janitorial uniform. His name was Drake; I knew him from orientation.
Once I recovered from the fall, I looked up and made eye contact. His eyes were going in and out of focus, and moving about like a malfunctioning gyroscope. His teeth were clenched and he was breathing hard in and out, like he was struggling. The most worrying thing was that his muscles were clenched and locked in like clamps.
He started screaming. "The whole fucking place is flooding! Get out of here, McVinny, you're going to die!"
I managed to push him off, and told him the Site wasn't flooding. If it was, there would be a breach alarm.
Almost immediately, his face sobered and he calmed himself down, like he was cured with some elixir. He stood up, looked around, apologized, and got back to his work.
If anything else went wrong, I don't remember it, since all I've been thinking about was that. Right now, lying in my bed, I still feel shell shocked. Apparently, my roommates, Kreia and Samantha, also had something strange happen in their work day. What's going on?

Addendum: Phenomena Log

Date: 2019/5/2
Phenomena: Three members of the crew— Dr. Robinson, Dr. McGill, and Dr. Strader— vanish while going on an unscheduled extravehicular operation. Their last transmissions are "It calls me down."
Notes: Lockdown established after Dr. Thurston attempted to exit the base through a submarine hatch. Lockdown can only be lifted via communication with ships circling the waters above Site-78.
Follow Up: Dr. Thurston restrained to on-site psychological care facility. Investigation begun.

Date: 2019/5/4
Phenomena: A group of people were seen by Giles Robinson crowded around something. When the crowd dissipated, the dead body of Dr. Glenn was found.
Notes: Dr. Glenn was later found alive. This was probably a hallucination.
Follow Up: None.

Date: 2019/5/5
Phenomena: George Halloway reported the Main Observatory being flooded with a yellow, fog-like gas. He would later claim that this gas smelt like gunpowder and burnt flesh, as well as that it made breathing difficult.
Notes: This hallucination was shared by 5 of the 8 people in the Main Observatory at this time.
Follow Up: Air recyclers were examined to ensure maximum efficacy.

Date: 2019/5/6
Phenomena: Gwen Cameron reports the site undergoing sudden explosive decompression, resulting in the death of all crew except herself.
Notes: Obvious hallucination, but the detail in which she described the remains of both Halpern and Beck is unsettling.
Follow Up: Gwen Cameron set up with a remote counseling session.

Date: 2019/5/6
Phenomena: Marcus Halpern reported seeing several starfish crawling on his skin.
Notes: Phenomenon was corroborated by two others in the room at the time. A sample jar allegedly used to collect one of the starfish was found empty, but with an unknown biological residue within.
Follow Up: Halpern and others associated given psychotherapy.

Date: 2019/5/7
Phenomena: A drone used to make repairs to Site-78's antenna array began broadcasting an image of what appeared to be the throat of a whale. Repairs were unable to be completed.
Notes: Phenomenon corroborated by all personnel.
Follow Up: Effectiveness of psychotherapy reconsidered.

+ ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Marcus Halpern')

- COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Marcus Halpern')

5/9/2019

It has been 10 days since Goodall vanished. I think. The electronics keep on screwing up down here, we've had a few time sync errors, but thankfully, our internet connection allows us to re-sync them properly.
To be frank, the phenomena we're cataloging is the tame stuff— the stuff that's most believable. There are things I've seen in my dreams that have me questioning… everything.
In my dream last night, I saw what the trench actually was. At the bottom, there was a pupil and an iris. The trench started expanding, opening, until a massive eye was revealed. It was an eye, but I'm not sure what kind of eye— it didn't look like any terrestrial or marine creature. Too many pupils.
The Alquist Trench didn't exist until a few years ago— freak tectonic shift opened it. That's really fast, from what I hear; the S.C.P. guys jumped on it really quick so they could get a good look at what was happening. I'm not sure that was a dream, more of a vision. Whatever's down there is slowly waking up, slowly opening— I've checked the measurements, the trench has grown by about a centimeter since we've come down here. In geological terms, that's massive.

Date: 2019/5/9
Phenomena: A loud bang was heard from Dr. Halpern's quarters. An unfinished journal entry was found on their laptop. Dr. Halpern has yet to be located. Personnel reported a strong smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh.
Notes: No ash or residue of any kind was found in Dr. Halpern's room. Any reports to the contrary have not been corroborated.
Follow Up: Dr. Halpern was sent to psychotherapy. No?

Date: 2019/5/13
Phenomena: Director Daniels reports the sudden sound of alert sirens, corroborated by several of his assistants. These alert sirens were not heard in the rest of the facility.
Notes: Analysis of the alert system indicated that an alarm was actually triggered by the manifestation of several xenarthran entities in the Alquist Trench.
Follow Up: None.

Date: 2019/5/14
Phenomena: Several staff members experience reactions to cafeteria food, including hives and stroke-like symptoms. All staff members asserted that the food smelt like gunpowder and burnt flesh prior to consumption.
Notes: This is presently believed to be a malfunction of the food processing units. They will be examined later an instance of the placebo effect.

Date: 2019/5/16
Phenomena: A cell phone was heard ringing for several hours. Eventually, a Samsung smartphone belonging to Director Goodall was located in his former quarters, with over a dozen voice mail messages and text conversations pertaining to the phenomena on the site.
Notes: Voice mail has been transcribed in the following by Director Theodore Daniels.
Follow Up: None.

+ ACCESS CREW JOURNAL ENTRY ('Ted Daniels')

- COLLAPSE CREW JOURNAL ENTRY ('Ted Daniels')

Message 1 (Dated 04/26/2019):

Blocked Number: Project Angler Fish is Go
Goodall: About fucking time
Goodall: The gas was going to start going bad within a month. Fucking bureaucrats.
Blocked Number: Dispose of your phone. Return to the surface using private escape pod before end of month.

Voice Mail 1 (Dated 4/29/2019):

Unknown Female Caller: Hey, Robin, it's me. Not sure if you can get reception in your part of the ocean, but data transmission's started. Everyone there is looking confused— you should see the look on Daniels's face. He actually tried tasting the water you left in your quarters. They're going to be tripping for a week.
Unknown Female Caller: But, yeah, just calling to let you know the misters are working fine. They should be getting to the food in the galley with the drugs soon. Depending on their meal preference, we should see results in a day or so. Bye.

Voice Message 1:

Dr. Robinson: Director Goodall, we've made it to extraction. Took us a while to get out of range of the base's sensors. En route to the Cook, will update when we get there.

Voice Message 2:

Director Goodall: God dammit, this is my fifth time calling. Has nobody seen my phone? Does nobody even hear it? I need to call my wife, goddammit! I can't remember her cell.

Text Conversation 2:

Blocked Number: Director Goodall, just checking in.
Goodall: New phone, sorry. Who is this?
Blocked Number: Director Stephenson at Site-78.
Blocked Number: The actual Site-78. Not the downwelling zone.
Blocked Number: Your crew's going crazy. We need to give the people in R&D a raise.
Blocked Number: We're considering ending the test soon, but there's a problem.
Goodall: What?
Blocked Number: Daniels is refusing to lift lockdown. We've tried a dozen memetic triggers, but nothing's persuading him.
Blocked Number: We're thinking a mutiny might be in order. We still have a couple of crew nearby which could trigger one.
Goodall: No, this is good.
Goodall: Let them stew for a while longer. Then, have Daniels stuff himself into the escape pod.
Goodall: I think I just realized where I lost my phone.

Date: 2019/5/14
Phenomena: The entire Collections Department reports being unable to breathe. This is in spite of the fact that they are, in fact, able to breathe.
Notes: This is believed to be correlated to the appearance of a sperm whale in the vicinity of the site. Relationship unknown.

Date: 2019/5/12 or 2019/5/15
Phenomena: The day after May 14th, all time stamps assert that it is May 12th. This cannot be corrected by any means.
Notes: Corrected itself at midnight on the second May 12th, currently May 15th.
Follow Up: Computer system is to be recalibrated. Computer system corrected itself.

+ ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Danny Tubb')

- COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Danny Tubb')

30/4/2019

I swear to God, I saw Director Goodall before he left. It might've been one of those god damned hallucinations, but I saw him before everything started happening, after he left.
The logs all say he disappeared from the systems at 1500 hours. But at 1700 hours, I saw him walking around the site. He was wearing one of those rubber jumpsuits that the divers wear under the big diving suits. I tried waving hello to him, but he just made a sideways glance to me and nodded. I was suspicious— he wasn't close at all to the departures bay— so I hid behind a tall plant to watch him. He walked up to a wall, opened up a hidden panel, and input some code. A door opened, and he climbed up a ladder before the door closed behind him.
The more I look at the site, the more it reminds me of an ant farm. Do you know "HexBugs," those robot bugs that you put in the plastic tubes to watch them crawl around? Most of the site is made of reinforced glass, like someone could look in and watch us work. I only say this because I've felt like I've been watched for the past few days.
Oh, I never actually described anything that went wrong today. Nothing, except for some weird yellow gas I saw coming out of the air vents. It's probably something wrong with the air recycler, I'll talk about it with the techies tomorrow.

Date: 2019/5/17
Phenomena: Crew members report Director Daniels boarding an escape pod and leaving the Site, despite the lockdown.
Notes: Destination appears to be a boat floating near the surface. Hallucination has persisted for 30 days.
Follow Up:

Footnotes
1. A large amount of kelp has grown along the top of the trench. Due to the lack of fauna in the area to consume it, it has formed a large forest, as well as a patch of kelp on the surface not dissimilar to that found in the Sargasso Sea. This is in spite of the fact that this forest should not exist in the aphotic zone, where sunlight cannot reach it.

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SCP-4799

SCP-199

SCP-3485

SCP-5981

SCP-7234

SCP-4808

SCP-3833

SCP-3748

SCP-4148

SCP-5054

SCP-5025

SCP-1037

SCP-093-J

SCP-5680

SCP-1684

SCP-4872

SCP-3248

SCP-6904

SCP-5483

SCP-6785

SCP-4397

Tales

The Little Robot that Could

Join the Flock

The Siege of Site-19

Tales of the Automaton: The Big Birdocalypse

Footage Recovered From a Private Server

Avian Anthology I

My Empire of Birds

Moose on the Loose

Document recovered from a Parallel Universe

Katz and Dogs

Joey Fucknuts Steals The Declaration of Independence

Your Guard

Vacation Opportunity

The Scent of a Toaster

Burn, Baby, Burn

Chasing Suns

Wind in the Sails

Three Feet Under I

The Shape of Water is Humanoid

Dead Reckoning

Three Feet Under II

Three Feet Under III

Into the Beetle Black Yonder

Forgotten Shrine

Down Through

Hyperfine

Don't Knock on Strange Doors

Other

Researcher Calvin's Personnel File

Incident Report ████/████

"Sphere" Incursion Log

Initial Incursion Log

"Cube" Incursion Log #1

"Cube" Incursion Log #2

SCP-093-J Blue Test

SCP-093-J Recovered Documents

SCP-093-J Green Test

SCP-093-J Purple Test

Exploration Log 4480-1

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