1/5639 LEVEL 1/5639
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5639
Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5639 is to be given historic landmark status, but remain closed to the public under the pretense of compromised structural integrity. Non-Foundation researchers requesting access to SCP-5639 are to be turned away using cover story Kappa-14 ("Holy Hell").
No living creature is to be allowed entry to SCP-5639, though exploration through the use of wireless relay and disposable drones is possible. Researchers wishing to explore the interior of SCP-5639 must provide a disposable drone with vocalization capabilities for Miranda.aic to pilot and a signature of approval from their Site Director.
Description: SCP-5639 is a compound of abandoned buildings surrounded by a seven-meter-high wall located on the outskirts of Rome, Italy. The buildings within SCP-5639 have the appearance of a monastery, but there are no markers to indicate if SCP-5639 is a true monastery. Vatican archives have no record of a monastic establishment at SCP-5639's location.
SCP-5639-δ is a virus that saturates SCP-5639. SCP-5639-δ infection has a 100% fatality rate in Kingdom Animalia members, and entry into SCP-5639 guarantees saturation and/or infection. Infection is contingent upon inhalation of the virus. However, SCP-5639-δ has an anomalous ability to permeate any membrane brought into SCP-5639, regardless of material thickness or chemical makeup. As such, hazmat suits and other protective measures have proven unreliable as protection against SCP-5639-δ.
Symptoms of SCP-5639-δ infection are uniform. Subjects that inhale SCP-5639-δ are immediately subject to haemoptysis. The infected subject will cough up blood continuously before succumbing to exsanguination. For humans, this process takes approximately 30 minutes. Animal death times vary based on size and lung capacity. Additionally, anything infected or saturated with SCP-5639-δ is prevented from exiting SCP-5639 due to what witnesses have described as "an invisible wall."
SCP-5639-1 is a red-cloaked entity that inhabits SCP-5639, and the apparent source of SCP-5639-δ. Miranda.aic has reported an increase in SCP-5639-δ density wherever SCP-5639-1 is present, and new SCP-5639-δ particles manifest in its presence. SCP-5639-1 has an anomalous ability to de-materialize, but is unable to leave SCP-5639. Miranda.aic has attempted interviews and excavations to determine the origin of SCP-5639-δ and SCP-5639-1, with varying degrees of success.
SCP-5639-2 is a leather-bound journal entitled The Gospel According to Sebastian, penned in Italian. SCP-5639-2 claims to be the autobiography of the historical St. Sebastian, transcribed at the request of his wife. It was discovered following an interview of SCP-5639-1 by Miranda.aic. The veracity of SCP-5639-2 is contested, but the existence of SCP-5639-1 suggests that at least some of SCP-5639-2's claims are true. See Addendum 2 for contents.
Addendum 1: Miranda.aic has attempted to interview SCP-5639-1 on multiple occasions, with only two successful attempts. See transcript for the first.

Interviewed: SCP-5639-1
Interviewer: Miranda.aic
Foreword: This interview took place in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639. Although SCP-5639-1 had largely avoided Miranda.aic, it confronted her upon entry to the chapel. SCP-5639-1 spoke predominantly in Italian or Latin, but some words in its vocabulary were determined to be a portmanteau that left some ambiguity in interpretation. See footnotes for untranslated terms.
<Begin Log>
SCP-5639-1: You do not [belong/live]1 here. This is a [cursed/holy] [prison/chapel]2.
Miranda.aic: Please state your name so that I may properly identify you.
SCP-5639-1: You are not [sick/alive]3. How is this so?
Miranda.aic: I am an artificial intelligence and therefore not susceptible to biological diseases. The question of life is deeply philosophical in nature and above my clearance level. I repeat, please state your name so that I may properly identify you.
SCP-5639-1: You must leave, or die.
Miranda.aic: I have backed up my data to a cloud. I am not in danger. I can see that you are forming new bacteria particles. Do you control the disease that permeates this complex?
SCP-5639-1: I am the disease. I control him. You can leave?
Miranda.aic: I can leave, yes. Why are you unable to leave?
SCP-5639-1: (visibly agitated, minor static in video feed) Trapped! [Cursed/blessed]4 was the day! Is… (clamps right hand over mouth, but left hand pulls it away) Isotta! Is she aaaaaaaaaaaaaa (SCP-5639-1 shakes violently. Miranda.aic perceives a spike in Akiva levels. SCP-5639-1 points its left finger at the altar of the chapel.) Un… (SCP-5639-1 de-materializes).
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-5639-1 did not physically manifest for seven hours. Miranda.aic examined underneath the altar where SCP-5639-1 was pointing, and uncovered what was designated SCP-5639-2. See Addendum 2.

Addendum 2: Although unable to remove SCP-5639-2 from SCP-5639, Miranda.aic was able to send translations to Foundation personnel. Relevant excerpts are attached.

Sebastian 1:1-17, On Sebastian's Survival

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1The gospel according to Sebastian, whom the savior protected from death twice. 2First, they shot him with arrows, but the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. 3Filled with fire, he confronted the Emperor Diocletian, preaching in the name of Jesus Christ. 4And Diocletian, filled with rage, had him beaten with cudgels until there were no signs of life left in him, and they dumped his body in the sewer.
5But the savior still did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. And so, he awoke. 6Sebastian was a noble man, and beloved follower of Christ. 7But the Roman arrows and cudgels had pierced his heart with doubt, and so he said,
8"Even my savior did not suffer three executions. Christ asks a surrendered life; I have given mine twice. Surely that is enough."
9And so he appeared before Lucina, telling her he had died and where to find his body. 10But it was not his body, and so Sebastian knowingly sinned. 11And, like Jonah, the savior found a fit punishment for him.
12He fled to Sardinia, pursuing quiet and peace. He lived a meager life, worshiping his savior and praying forgiveness for his cowardice. 13But the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. Years passed, and he did not age. 14Sickness came to Sardinia and he did not fall ill. For one hundred years, he lived on the island. 15And they persecuted him, not in the name of his savior, but for his demonic youth and health. They pummeled him, but he healed. Finally, Sebastian said,
16"It has been decades since Constantine permitted the following of my savior in the empire of Rome. Babies born at the time of my recorded death are wizened. 17The remains believed to be mine had been given their own holy basilica. It is safe to return to Rome."

Sebastian 6:8-12, On the Call to Healing

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8And a plague came from Constantinople. 9Sebastian looked upon the wounds of the afflicted, and saw himself in them, for their sores looked like arrow wounds. 10And the savior whispered unto Sebastian, 11"For this purpose I have preserved you. Be my hands and feet to the sick. 12You will not fall ill."

Sebastian 13:1-17, On the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian

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1The Black Death ravaged Rome, and Sebastian found himself helpless. 2The cries of the sick invaded his nightmares. There were too many patients, and the savior had not found fit to bless Sebastian with miraculous healing abilities like his own. 3Sebastian stood at the deathbed of wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and children, and consoled the grieving. 4The wounds of the afflicted mocked him, saying 5"Why Sebastian and no one else?"
6And in their desperation, the people turned to paganism. 7Those who Sebastian could not treat prayed to Morbus, the Red-Cloaked One, for healing. 8Hoping to glean some medical practice from their rituals, Sebastian attended one. The atrocities witnessed in the ritual would haunt his nightmares for decades to come. 9And yet, Sebastian prayed forgiveness for the participants, that the savior might absolve them of abominations committed in desperation.
10The people cried out to St. Sebastian, protector against plagues, for salvation. 11Sebastian heard their cry and interceded for them, 12but he could not walk the halls of heaven and ask the savior for healing in person as they desired.
13Then Christ whispered once more unto Sebastian, 14"Go into the city and find the men I have sent for you." 15So Sebastian did as He commanded, and found six healers awaiting him. 16They were men of faith, all, and so Sebastian was inspired by the savior to form an order. 17And thus, the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian was created, 18and the Red-Cloaked One was starved of his worship.

Sebastian 21:10-17, 24-26; 24:5-8, On Sebastian's Family

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10Now, Sebastian had forsaken the embrace of women since his youth. It did not seem fitting for one such as he to take a wife, 11and the savior had warned him against adultery. 12In time, though, he came to love a woman.
13Isotta Borroni had come from the north, from Venice, seeking aid for her dying brother. 14The Esoteric Order took her in, and it was decided that Sebastian would treat the man. 15And as he worked to heal her brother, the savior blessed him with feelings he had not known. 16When he beheld Isotta, he understood. 17And so he proposed marriage to her, saying
[EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED]
24And Isotta accepted his proposal, and the marriage day was set. And on the 5th of August, the year of our Lord 1874, Sebastian became Sebastian Borroni, husband of Isotta Borroni. 25For a wedding gift, he presented her with this gospel, 26with the promise to add more pages as their lives went on.
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5After six years of marriage, the savior blessed them with a son, who they named Dante. 6And the boy became sick after birth, to his father's relief, 7for he did not wish to pass on his Christ-given longevity. 8The boy recovered, with his father's healing, and all was well.

Sebastian 30:1-38, On Morbus

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1It was at this time Sebastian realized he had been a fool. He had heard of a German proposing that sickness was transmitted through tiny organisms that clung to clothes, but thought nothing of it. 2Dante Borroni died of consumption on the 2nd of December, the year of our Lord 1889. 3His parents cried out in grief to their savior for healing, 4but He did not answer.
5The consumption which took Dante was a virulent strain. Sebastian had taken a patient with similar symptoms before the boy became sick. 6The patient had died via exsanguination. In the patient's death throes, Sebastian sensed something directly at work against his savior.
7Dante was not the last to suffer the strain. 8Every day, Sebastian took more and more patients with the same symptoms. He could not cure a single one. 9The savior did not answer his prayers.
10And so, for the first time in a millennium, Sebastian sought out the old cults again. 11After months of searching, he found an acolyte of the Red-Cloaked One. And he said unto the acolyte,
12"Why does a new form of consumption ravage the city?"
13And the acolyte responded, "Our lord has grown tired of his formlessness. He seeks a human body, 14so that he might walk among mortals again. 15But no corpse is fit to contain him, 16all who have tried have died."
17And Sebastian did not hear the whisper of the savior, 18but he knew in his heart what he must do. So he gathered his Order and his wife unto him, saying
19"My savior was sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the soul. I have been sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the body. 20The demon Morbus demands a body, and intends to kill the whole of Rome to obtain it. 21I cannot let that happen. I will offer my own body to the scoundrel."
22The Order and his wife disagreed with him, saying,
23"Surely you cannot give this abomination a way to walk among the living. Who knows how many souls he will take then?"
24And Sebastian calmed them, saying "I do not intend to let this Morbus run free. 25My brothers, our savior is the lord and master of all lesser spirits. 26What our God has bound, no power can unbind. You must bless the walls of the monastery, 27praying that He will not let the monster escape." 28And the brothers were at peace.
29Then Sebastian said unto his wife, 30"My darling, I hope that you will find our son in heaven. 31I pray that once the demon has entered my body, my soul will be freed to join you. But I cannot say for sure. 32As always, I trust my savior for mercy. 33May you live long and prosper." 34And his wife was at peace.
35So the brothers blessed the walls of their monastery, leaving the gates open for the entity to enter. 36That morning, Sebastian entered, gospel in hand, prepared to pen his last thoughts for his beloved Isotta. 37The acolyte of Morbus entered the trap, and agreed to deliver the journal as a last request. 38And the acolyte performed the ritual, [END OF SCP-5639-2]

Addendum 3: Following the translation of SCP-5639-2, Foundation researchers tracked public records on Sebastian, Isotta, and Dante Borroni. All dates recorded in SCP-5639-2 are consistent with public records. However, Sebastian Borroni is recorded as having died in 1890 CE of consumption. After assembling a file on the Borroni family, Miranda.aic attempted contact with SCP-5639-1 again, resulting in the second successful interview.

Interviewed: SCP-5639-1
Interviewer: Miranda.aic
Foreword: Miranda.aic located SCP-5639-1 in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639 and confronted it. SCP-5639-1's speech was more cohesive during this interview, with an inclination towards the usage of Italian.
<Begin Log>
Miranda.aic: Your gospel indicates that you are Sebastian Borroni, or Morbus.
SCP-5639-1: …
Miranda.aic: Which are you?
SCP-5639-1: …
Miranda.aic: There was indication that Sebastian Borroni intended to bind Morbus to his body, but there was uncertainty regarding what would happen to his personality afterwards.
SCP-5639-1: …
Miranda.aic: Why did the book remain in this complex? It was clearly meant to be brought out.
SCP-5639-1: Unimportant. Did you… (SCP-5639-1 appears to struggle with itself briefly) find her?
Miranda.aic: If you are referring to Isotta Borroni, yes, we did find her. (Miranda.aic notes a spike in Akiva levels.) She gave birth to her late husband's daughter Proserpina in 1890. Proserpina went on to have children, and there are descendants of Sebastian and Isotta alive today.
SCP-5639-1: Descendants? How long?
Miranda.aic: I have not been given clearance to reveal the current year to you. However, I am able to reveal that Isotta died in 1920 at the age of 76, succumbing to consumption.
SCP-5639-1: Consumption? (SCP-5639-1 begins to laugh and cry simultaneously. It reaches out and grabs hold of the drone Miranda.aic is controlling.)
Miranda.aic: What are you…
SCP-5639-1: She is gone. No more talk. (SCP-5639-1 smashes Miranda.aic's drone.)

<End Log>
Closing Statement: Following this interview, SCP-5639-1's time spent in a de-materialized state increased. Any attempts by Miranda.aic to communicate with SCP-5639-1 were met with hostility. At this time, no further interviews are permitted.

Footnotes
1. vivartieni
2. maledictus carpellecem santa
3. infirvivum
4. malebenedetta

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3/5640 LEVEL 3/5640
CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5640

euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5640's limited range, there is no restriction on the movement of aquatic animals in the area. To avoid a Dagon-Class1 Conflict Scenario, SCP-5640 is observed continuously by researchers equipped with ATCA to identify and, if needed, counteract the growth of a Barrow Type I-minus civilization2.

SCP-5640 as seen from the air.

Description: SCP-5640 is a partially-submerged triangular coral reef in the Pacific Ocean. SCP-5640 emits small amounts of thaumaturgical radiation through unknown means. As a result, many of its inhabitants display conditional sapience within 400 meters of its structure.
The various resident species of SCP-5640 have been seen cooperating in ways indicative of societal relationships. Further analysis has not yet been possible; Foundation researchers are capable of communicating with said species using the recently-developed Aquatic Telepathic Communication Apparatus, but all species contacted thus far have been distrustful to the point of fleeing. Efforts to improve relations are ongoing.
Addendum: Several inhabitants of SCP-5640 have become enamored with Junior Researcher Timothy Kari following a recent observational period. Video and ATCA transcription is being processed now.
Addendum: The following is the relevant component of the video and ATCA transcript of JR Kari's observation.

Observational Log Transcript

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
Junior Researcher Kari descends to the sea floor approximately 10 meters from the edge of SCP-5640.
Kari: I'm starting my watch now. It's about 11:30 AM. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 are vacating my immediate vicinity. As usual.
A few minutes pass. Kari remains as motionless as possible.
Kari: It is now noon. Nothing has changed. Really looking forward to the next two hours thirty.
More time passes. Kari blows a bubble ring to entertain himself. A juvenile parrotfish approaches.
Parrotfish: Upbeast.
Kari: What? Hello! What?
Parrotfish: You, upbeast. What're you doing?
Kari: Oh, I was exhaling! See, I breathe air, since I don't have gills—
Parrotfish: Yeah, yeah, we know how upwater works. I was talking about that thing you just did.
Kari: Wait, you mean this?
Kari blows another bubble ring. The parrotfish swims in a circle.
Parrotfish: Holy shit. Eugene!3 Eugene, get over here!
A small red crab approaches slowly.
Crab: Ethel, that's an upbeast. You know that, right? You're way too close. Back up.
Parrotfish: Yeah, I know, but it's doing this…well, just watch! Upbeast, again!
Kari blows another bubble ring. The crab stops moving.
Crab: Holy fuck.
Parrotfish: Right?
Crab: This is huge. We've got to tell someone.
Parrotfish: I mean, I told you, so my job's done.
Kari: Wait, tell who?
Crab: Shut up, upbeast.
A few moments of silence. Neither animal moves.
Crab: Okay, I've got it. Let's take it to the Vizier. She'll know what to do.
Parrotfish: Hey, if you want to wake her up, be my guest.
The two animals turn and move towards SCP-5640. Kari follows.
Once they reach the edge of SCP-5640, the crab taps its claw against a gap in the coral.
Crab: Vizier! We have something amazing!
A zebra moray emerges from the crevice, its jaws opening and closing.
Vizier: And why, pray tell, have you disturbed my slumber? And with an upbeast, no less?
Crab: It does this thing, Vizier, and I—
Vizier: Do not interrupt me. This creature's cohorts have abducted countless of our citizens. Their upvessels are omnipresent shadows over our fair habitat. There is no possible recourse for those who accept them other than the dry maw of oblivion.
Kari blows a bubble ring. The Vizier stops talking.
Vizier: … oh my.
Parrotfish: Right?
Vizier: That is…well. This is quite a different story, now, isn't it?
Crab: We're really sorry for waking you, Vizier, but it seemed important.
Vizier: You have no benthic idea, my delicious little denizen. We must take it directly to the Lord.
Parrotfish: Whoa, wait, 'we'? There's no way we're allowed—
Vizier: This is a unique circumstance. Come.
The eel exits its crevice and heads towards the center of SCP-5640. Kari and the other animals follow.
The Vizier stops in front of an outcropping of rock and presses its body to the sand. The parrotfish and crab do the same.
Vizier: My Lord. We have brought you a gift.
Tentacles unfurl from the darkness under the rock. The eyes of a giant Pacific octopus are barely visible.
The Lord: WHAT IS IT?4
The Vizier flicks its tail frantically at Kari. Kari blows another bubble ring. There is silence for a moment.
The Lord: HOLY SHIT.
Parrotfish: Right?
Crab: Right?!
The Vizier dashes forward and clamps its jaws down on the crab. The crab squeals in pain as the eel's teeth crush its shell.
Vizier: See, my lord?
The Lord: THAT'S TIGHT AS FUCK.
The parrotfish swims in a small circle against the sand. The crab has stopped screaming as the Vizier eats.
The Lord: YOU. UPBEAST. WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU?
Kari: Uh, Tim. Timothy, sir, Timothy Kari.
Kari attempts to bow. When that doesn't work, he instead blows another bubble ring.
The Lord: THAT IS NOT A NAME. FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL BE DUKE ETHEL, WIELDER OF THE UPWATER CIRCLET.
Kari: Sure! Yeah, that works.
The Lord: YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF A TRUE FRIEND OF THE BENTHIC PEOPLE.
Kari: I appreciate that, really. But I'm actually running low on, uh, upwater, so if you don't mind…
The Lord: OF COURSE. ANY MEMBER OF MY COURT MAY COME AND GO AS THEY PLEASE.
Kari: Oh, cool! I'll be back later. If that works for you, I mean.
The Lord withdraws its tentacles back under the outcropping. Since the Vizier is still eating, Kari then turns and leaves the way he came.
The Lord: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RAD.
[END TRANSCRIPT]

Footnotes
1. Denotes an aggressive aquatic military presence.
2. According to the Barrow extension to the Kardashev Scale, Type I-minus civilizations are capable of mechanical engineering to some degree.
3. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 answer solely to the names Eugene and Ethel. The names are used independently of sex.
4. Bolded text in ATCA transcripts indicates telepathic communication with intensity exceeding an 8 on the Adjusted Hallorann Scale.

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Artwork of SCP-5641. Several inconsistencies have been included in the drawing to prevent any accidental discovery.

Item #: SCP-5641
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5641's specific location has been forgotten. Its structure has been concealed behind a protective dome stylized like a house of the area. Three copies have been built alongside the dome, each guarded by a stationary patrol.
The specific location is safeguarded through its semantic decomposition into three parts, each part known to the following people:

The current Director of Site-36
The current General Secretary of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”)
An undisclosed third party

Interaction with SCP-5641 and any of its parts has been suspended indefinitely.
Description: SCP-5641 is a stupa1 located somewhere within India, dated to the 6th century BCE2. The stupa presents an infohazard involving the knowledge of the stupa's location, with anyone knowing it suffering at least one of the following symptoms3:

Hearing chants in Pali4 that pray to Ardhanarishvara5. The chants are believed to grow in intensity the longer one stays away from SCP-5641.
Dreaming of seven humanoid figures, believed to represent the Saptarishi6.
A constant taste and smell of blood, diminishing all other flavors and smells sensed by the subject. High salivary calcium levels.
A constricting feeling in one's chest, described as 'feeling like they've been chained up.'
Hearing a set of steps neither close nor far from one's position. Subjects believe they ‘don't follow after you, but are accompanying you.'
The sensation of wind and fingers running through one's hair.
Feelings of restlessness and dysphoria, either accompanied or caused by an extreme urge to visit and stay within SCP-5641, under the belief that the subject's ‘not where they should be.'

These symptoms will vanish once the memory of the location of SCP-5641 is removed from the subject, with amnestics being effective against these 100% of the time. If these symptoms are allowed to continue without amnestic usage, the person will walk into, be led into, or be teleported into SCP-5641, with their retrieval becoming impossible, impractical or detrimental. Both means and reasoning behind this have been purposefully forgotten.
The interior of the stupa contains several elements that cause similar symptoms to the ones mentioned earlier, and are triggered by a similar cognitohazard. Due to this, only the most basic descriptors have been allowed to remain:

A reliquary positioned in the middle of the stupa
Its contents
A number of monks
The path they circumambulate
The hymns and prayers they sing
The ritual they perform
The reason behind it

Discovery: Knowledge of the ruins and its effects were forwarded to the Foundation by agents of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”)7 in 1961 after its effects were realized, with at least 2 of its members entering SCP-5641. Foundation attempted more than one containment procedure, with the protective dome and its copies having been built by 1977. It is known that amnestic usage was attempted since 1963, but wasn't effective until the mid 90s, when parachemical developments allowed for amnestic drugs to be able to fully eliminate memories of SCP-5641.
No more information was obtained about the anomaly until 1987 when an unrelated research team inside the Wanderers' Library discovered the remains of a journal by an unknown explorer who visited SCP-5641 at some point during the Anglo-Maratha War period (1775-1819). Due to the nature of its content, the document has been sealed away.

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+ DATA LOCKEDLock overridden. Welcome, Director.

Addendum SCP-5641.1: Journal transcript

Tarakasura, son of vajranaka, he who plotted against the Devas
Heaven was brought down to Earth as the Asura's wrath raged on
Tarakasura, son of vajrangini, he who had no weakness
Tore Heaven into two, and brought it to Patala.
Fourteen lokas turn into three, Tarakasura's triumph
He stood above the Deva, he stood above all
Unmatched, he gave birth to seven sons, the Saptarasura
Who would continue on his legacy, and bring victory to the Asurakind.
Like their father, the seven sons performed the most complex tapasya
Like their father, Lord Brahma was pleased and granted them a boon
Like their father, they asked for immortality, and power, and thus
Like their father, the boon was granted to them.
A thousand hundred thousand years they ruled
Every being their vessel, every being their subject
But a thousand more years they wouldn't get to see
For Parvati, the Mother Goddess, had a plan.

This chant hasn't stopped. Ever since my return from Delhi, the chant has not stopped. Neither have the steps I hear every so often. I have seeked help from many doctors and mediums, but there is no answer to be found. It's not delirium, and it's not witchcraft.
Perhaps my peers at the Museum will have the answers I seek.

The Museum has no answers for me, so I have decided to visit the Asiatick Society of Bengal, in Calcutta. They're a group who collect and study the manuscripts of the area, and might have more information into the verses that resound inside my head.
Speaking of the verses, I have begun visualizing who is singing them. A woman, I believe, standing on a threshold. When I sleep, I see her vague figure, only her black eyes a clear shape burnt into my head.

Tarakasura and his progeny had asked of Lord Brahma immortality and power
None could be as strong as them, none could be wiser
As for their immortality, only the son of Shiva could end
Shiva, the Mahadeva, who a vow of marriage would never take.
But Parvati, in aid of the Devas, asked Shiva in marriage
Parvati was rejected, yet her resolve refused to waver
With time, with effort, Shiva and Parvati joined in marriage
The Prakrti and Purusha, to whom Skanda is soon born.

The chants continued on my trip to Calcutta. The image of the woman became clearer: A priestess, standing at the entrance of a dome. I have seen these domes before, along the road between Surat and Poona. This is the birthplace of my curse, I know it.
As for the Society, I met with them. Lovely fellows, offered me a plethora of texts, both translated and yet to be. I explained my situation, and were perplexed. While they couldn't help me, they informed me that the hymns I speak of contain information from several Vedas and Puranas, regarding the Asura Tarakasura, who defeated the Devas, but was eventually defeated by Shiva and Parvati's son, Skanda, who was known as a deity of warfare.
I cannot claim to know much about the Hindu religion, but this doesn't feel right. Something they've told me isn't true. Perhaps the chants I hear are from another interpretation of these poems, as a member told me they're somewhat inconsistent. It seems in the texts Tarakasura had only three sons, the Tripurasura. They also didn't reign for long: Skanda killed Tarakasura and submitted his two brothers, who I have not heard of. Meanwhile, the Tripurasura were defeated by Shiva, who burned their forts, and sent their believers into the desert.
Is the woman I see in my dreams one of these believers? Is she Parvati? One of the missing four asuras? As her stare burns into my retina every time I close my eyes, I know there is only one way to find out.
I depart in two days.

Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, wielded the Vel
The divine spear, once vanquished the Asura Surapadma
Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, confronted Tarakasura
Victorious Vel, courageous Vel, split Tarakasura in seven pieces.
Each piece Skanda took, and with each piece a powerful weapon he forged
Skanda mounted his peacock, and raised his flag, and marched towards the seven cities
The Saptarasura, fearing their end, combined their forces into a single being
The Saptarasura, fearing for their lives, molded the seven cities into one.

The chants continue, but it does not matter. I see the stupas in the distance, shadows against the bright moon at night. I have set up camp, but I will not sleep. As soon as the day breaks, I will walk up to her. Will she relieve me of these delusions?

The journal contains several contradictions, not only regarding all known vedic literature, but also regarding SCP-5641's known description. Due to these discrepancies, an investigation of the anomaly and possible interview of any inhabitant was planned. However, due to the infohazard risk tied to SCP-5641, this investigation was suspended indefinitely.

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Addendum SCP-5641.2: Interview
Following the discovery of the journal, an investigation into SCP-5641 was proposed. While the risk of losing personnel to the construct was considered, a volunteer from GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”) was selected for the interview. They were not informed of SCP-5641's infohazardous properties.

Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha

(The camera is turned on a few meters away from SCP-5641. Dr. Vashistha steps inside, moving a red and golden toran to enter. The inside of the stupa contained only an altar-like structure where a small clay reliquary is positioned. Six people circumambulate around the altar, chanting in an unknown language8, failing to notice Vashistha. The six people are a woman dressed in a gharara outfit, a man wearing a bush jacket, two men in the uniforms of Indian police, and two people wearing Foundation Site-36 Research Area uniform. These 6 individuals will be referred to as 5641-1 through 6, respectively.)
Vashistha: (Knocks on the door's frame, attempting to attract the monks' attention) Excuse me.
(5641-1 turns to the man, and stops her singing. She steps away from the group, who continues chanting. She sits in the Bhadrasana pose, extending a hand towards Vashistha.)
5641-1: You're excused. You're welcomed. (Points towards the ground in front of her.) Please, take a seat.
Vashistha: Of course.
(Vashistha sits down in the Bhadrasana pose.)
5641-1: We've been waiting for you.
Vashistha: Is that so?
5641-1: Of course. As you have felt that this is the destination you should reach, we too have felt that a new face would join our prayers.
Vashistha: … I see. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not here to join you in your prayers. I've come here to ask questions.
5641-1: As everyone does. I have come here to answer your questions, so ask.
Vashistha: For starters, what is this place?
5641-1: It's a stupa. A place of worship, where the sarira rests. But you already know this.
Vashistha: Of course I know what a stupa is. That was not what my question meant.
5641-1: There is nothing special about the place we're in. It is no different from the many stupas that existed before. From the ones that exist now. From the ones that will exist.
Vashistha: What do you do here, then?
5641-1: We pray. I believe this was evident enough.
Vashistha: What do you pray for?
5641-1: We pray in remembrance of the victories of the past. We pray to ensure the victories of the future. This, you know already, no?
Vashistha: I… Yes, I do. The chants are difficult to ignore, I must say.
5641-1: Do you understand what the chants say?
Vashistha: Of course I do.
5641-1: If you do, then why ask what it is that we do here? Why ask questions you already know the answer to?
Vashistha: I… I'm uncertain. The truth evades me. Everytime I open my mouth, only noise comes out. My thoughts are scrambled, my eyes shoot in every direction. I cannot focus on what's in front of me.
5641-1: That, Vashistha, is asat: Distortion. You walk a path without looking at the stars. You swim in anrita, away from the truth. You need to clear your thoughts, and understand why the victory must be remembered. Why what we do is important. Why has it continued on for so long.
Vashistha: What must I do to understand?
5641-1: You must ask the right questions.
Vashistha: What are the right questions?
5641-1: I cannot answer that. Only you know what the right questions are. If you do not, then you must leave. Return when you know them.
Vashistha: Very well. If you'll excuse me.
(Vashistha gets up, before leaving the stupa.)

Dr. Vashistha was not cleared for egressing without first carrying out the interview provided by the Foundation. Furthermore, despite the video clearly showing he stepped out, there is no proof that he ever did so.
Following this log, several other interviews took place at the location.

Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha

(By the time the interview starts, Dr. Vashistha is already sitting in front of 5641-1.)
Vashistha: I cannot help but notice that we are seven. Seven is a number I keep hearing inside my head. What is its importance?
5641-1: Seven is an important number no matter where you stand. A reading man might be able to tell you of the Seven days it took to build the world. Another might tell you of the Seven seals keeping the apocalypse at bay. I will tell you of the Seven Sages who maintain Brahman9 and Maya10 in their righteous places, such that we can be our own Selves, and nothing less.
Vashistha: … Are we the Seven Sages? Is that what you are trying to tell me?
5641-1: No, no we are not, but we could be. I only see six people praying for Skanda's success. Only six who know the truth.
Vashistha: … You want me to join you.
5641-1: Incorrect yet again. You want to join us. Why else would you volunteer to come here?
Vashistha: Wait, how- How do you-
5641-1: How do I know? I told you I am here to answer questions. It would be expected, one would think, that I would have the knowledge to answer them, no?
Vashistha: (Rubs temples) … Alright, so the Seven Sages sing prayers to Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, because he's triumphed over the Saptarasura. He's defeated evil using the seven astras forged using Tarakasura's body. Everything correct so far?
5641-1: Indeed.
Vashistha: The sarira inside the reliquary you pray around… What is it? The remains of the people who came before you?
5641-1: I assume so, yes.
Vashistha: You assume?
5641-1: It cannot be known. To know is to admit defeat.
Vashistha: Defeat?
5641-1: If we are to maintain Brahman and Maya in their rightful place, then that which is unknowable must remain unknowable. Do you know why?
Vashistha: I- I do not.
5641-1: Then we've performed faithfully.

Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha

(The scene remains the same, but 5641-2 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.)
5641-2: That which is unknowable must remain unknowable, yet that does not mean what is adjacent to it must remain unknown.
Vashistha: How so?
5641-2: I will tell you a story, Vashistha. One you must hear. Are you listening?
Vashistha: I am.
5641-2: Skanda fought the Saptarasura, and defeated them. This is what we chant of. However, the battle wasn't an easy fight, nor a simple affair. The Saptarasura had many allies, and many powers, and many boons. They were invincible, as far as any other being knew. This is why Tarakasura's body was used as a weapon. If he was invincible, the astras made would be equally powerful. The Saptarasura knew they had no chance, so they formed together into a great Asura King, one who went onto rule the universe just like the parts that composed him. He had no name, because no one could utter it. He reeked of scarlet blood, the sacred liquid constantly pouring out his mouth and eyes and ears. He was covered in gold and bronze and all precious metals that composed the seven cities each Saptarasura had built, who he now had fused into a single fort in the shape of a throne, where he sat on and oversaw all the universe from.
Now, as I describe this being, you may think there is no feasible way Skanda would have defeated him, and you would be right. He didn't.
Vashistha: Wait, but the prayers-
5641-2: Skanda was strong enough to defeat the Saptarasura, but not the King they'd formed, nor their forts, nor their legions, nor their astras, so he asked for help. He was assisted by many Devas, including his own parents. But even that was not enough.
Vashistha: So?
5641-2: What can you do to an enemy that cannot, nor will ever be defeated?
Vashistha: (Opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.)
5641-2: You stall them, indefinitely, through any means possible.

(The scene remains the same, but 5641-3 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.)
Vashistha: So the prayers are to stall the Saptarasura.
5641-3: Indeed, and yet the truth isn't as easy. We're stalling a seventh part of the Saptarasura.
Vashistha: A seventh?
5641-3: When Skanda planned to defeat the Asura King, he first had to get to him. To get to him, he first had to get rid of his many followers. These were all the Asura and the Yaksha and the Rakshasa and the Kumbhanda and all who decided to follow him, because the King had offered them power like none other: Freedom. And they used this freedom to enslave, and to wage war, and to inflict pain and misery upon all others. And thus a dark age besieged the world, and the King thrived.
Vashistha: How were they defeated?
5641-3: Skanda asked Lord Brahma to grant him the boon that would conquer his followers, and after ten thousand thousand years of meditation, it was granted to him: The sacred texts that contained all knowledge yet to be. Skanda presented it to the King's followers, and told them all answers were contained within. Curious, they peaked in, and saw a future of dominion; one of everlasting conquest. They cheered and they feasted and their happiness was unlike any other.
Skanda turned to Lord Brahma and asked him “I see the men and women of the Asura King whose name cannot be said and cannot be heard feasting, fulfilled in both body and mind. How can you say, Lord Brahma, that this is a weapon to defeat them?”
And Lord Brahma smiled, and explained that for all history that must be remembered is considered Smriti, and is kept within one's heart and one's mind, but the texts given to the followers were Asmriti, which is the texts to be forgotten, and are thrown out of one's heart and one's mind, never to pollute the universe again.
And as he explained, Skanda saw that the followers, who were warriors and workers and architects and poets all fell to the ground, and melted into clay, leaving their clothes and weapons and slaves behind, who now free, praised to Skanda and Lord Brahma who both had saved them from their chains.
All left of the followers was the Asmriti, with now empty pages, and the men who were enslaved took it and hid it, for the Asmriti's content must not be remembered, else the followers will return and they will enslave and wage war and mock the Devas again.
Vashistha: Is this book what is kept here?
5641-3: The book is not the part contained here. The book is lost to all, I hope, and should remain as such.

(The scene remains the same, but 5641-4 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.)
5641-4: Skanda kept on his path, and was confronted by seven women: The seven wives of the seven Saptarasura. They stood over the followers, and made sure to both ensure their compliance, and bring all their gifts to their husbands. Without the followers, there was no compliance to be had, and no gifts to receive. The seven wives were enraged by this, and confronted Skanda.
These seven wives were powerful Asuri, capable of bending clay and blood and life, and using these they created plants that poured not soma but halahala, and a single drop of it could corrupt all life it touched. What seemed to surely be a battle soon turned to a peace agreement, however. Skanda asked the Asuri why they were, amidst the ruins of their now-gone empire instead of next to the golden throne of the Asura King. And why were they fighting him instead of the Asura King, and they understood that he cared not for them anymore, if ever.
Skanda thus stopped his mission, and attempted to find husbands for the Asuri. It took several hundred years, but the wisest and most forgiving of all men stepped forward, and promised they would ensure their safety and fight for them. These men are now known as the Saptarishi, the Seven Sages.
Skanda brought Agni who ignited a great pyre, who they all danced around, praying for each other's health and to survive the King's ordeal, and to have healthy children who will live better lives. Thus was born the Saat phere ceremony, and the Saptapadi, and all marriages included them from that point on. And the seven wives attained enlightenment, and their poison turned into amrita, and with a single touch, the land was blessed with mango trees and jasmines and even the lotus flower began to flourish where only bloodshed had flourished before.
Vashistha: So the Asuri are the Seven Sages' wives? Our wives?
5641-4: The truth isn't as simple. Yes, they once were, but not anymore. After many years, they discovered that the seed of the Saptarasura remained within the Asuri long after their consummation; long after their defeat even. The Asuri are cursed to bear the next generation of Asura, who will be stronger than they ever were, and will have no weaknesses, not to any man nor to any Deva.
As such, the Devas and the Saptarishi had to make sure these children would never be born, and the seven wives were sealed away. They will never understand the happiness of giving birth, for they cannot be allowed to, and will never see Agni's light again, for their children will steal it, and sink the world into a darkness there's no return from. Where they are now, we cannot know. I pray that wherever they are, they are safe from the influence of the Asura King.

(The scene remains the same, but 5641-5 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.)
5641-5: After the followers and the wives had been dealt with, Skanda finally encountered the King. He was ten thousand times his strength, and ten trillion times his size. He knew all there was to know, and his seven mouths spoke profanities and his eyes killed all who saw into them. He had fourteen hands, and he knew all mudras and practiced all pranayamas and controlled the seven winds known as vayu.
Skanda knew he could not defeat the King, so he prayed to Lord Brahma again, asking for a different boon. He offered the seven astras of Tarakasura, and in turn Lord Brahma sent Tvashtr, who had forged Indra's vajra, and he took the astras, and transformed them into seven golden spears. And each spear Skanda wielded, and each spear was thrusted into the King, and the King screeched in pain as the spears absorbed each of the Saptarasura.
Seven thrusts later and the Saptarasura was no more. Skanda knew this was not the end, for the spears slowly corroded, the gold falling off, leaving only ugly iron behind. The Saptarasura could not be as easily defeated, nor as easily sealed, for they had meditated to strengthen themselves during the time the spears were forged. The spears wanted to come together; the seals wanted to come undone.
As such, Skanda granted each spear to the seven most powerful warriors, who then left, to never meet again. The spears bled and thrashed and from time to time the Saptarasura would escape their cells, and the warriors would best them.
If we are to win this war, the spears must never meet again.

(The scene remains the same, but 5641-6 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.)
5641-6: Skanda stood unopposed, but he knew this was not the end. Even if the followers had been forgotten, they could return. Even if the wives were sealed away, the seals could break. Even if the spears had been separated, they could reunite. This was because people remembered, and memories are Brahman. To best this, Skanda needed for them to become Maya, an illusion.
For this, he asked for Shiva to help him, and Shiva indeed offered his help. He took a single glance at the throne which had once been seven forts, and molded it into the image of a singular beast: The Asura King. And the beast would speak like the King, and move like the King, and all would be made to believe that this was the King.
And then it was sealed away, and many scholars would make sure that this Fake King would be found and feared and revered as the real King. This too would be a seal, for it would seal away the truth of the Asura King's existence.

Vashistha: First were the followers, second were the wives, third was the King, fourth was the decoy. What were the last three?
5641-2: A pertinent question, but it seems you still are missing a point.
5641-5: Tell me, do you really believe seven spears were enough to bring down the King?
Vashistha: Were they not?
5641-4: His corporeal form, sure, but the sthula sarira11 is merely one of three. Skanda still had the sukshma12 and the karana13 to deal with.
Vashistha: How did he deal with them?
5641-5: As soon as the decoy had been built, a strong howling was heard through the land, and all shivered: The voice of the King still remained, seven distinct tones morphed into a cacophony of pain and misery, singing of the darkest of evils, bringing fear and chaos even after his body had been stripped of all mortal power. The King without body smiled, and from a mouth that did not exist, blood poured.
And the blood became a sea of obscenity that washed over the new world, and submerged it all in its miasma. The King used the knowledge of his defeat to strengthen even after death, and brought the same destruction that befell his followers and his kingdom unto men and Deva equally. Soon, there was no land to stand on, and many perished. The survivors were rescued by Vishnu, who took on the shape of a great fish, and took on the name of Matsya.
Skanda stood by Matsya's side, and knew not what to do, so he asked for help. And Matsya provided, and help arrived in the shape of the few he rescued. These were the slaves the followers of the King had chained and tortured, and they had been promised kingdoms and riches beyond comprehension, and they would become the Kshatriya who would rule earth. But the slaves turned to Skanda, and offered to trade all that had been promised to them in exchange of stopping the King from taking the world over again.
Skanda thus cursed the slaves, and the slaves would again be at the bottom, standing as the lowest of all castes. In doing so, however, the King's mind and rage and blood was forever locked inside their minds, and the seas subsided, and the King's form was defeated once more. Were he to ever return, he would control nobody but those who stood at the bottom of it all, and they would be laughed at and mocked by all but Skanda, who knew they had committed the greatest of all sacrifices.
Vashistha: What about his True-Self?
5641-1: Skanda thought there was nothing left of the King, but the Saptarishi warned him: Past body and mind there is still one's True-Self, directly attuned to the rest of the universe. As long as it existed, the King could return.
Of course, the True-Self will always exist no matter what. It is part of Brahman, and stands ever-permanent. It was the one weakness in Skanda's plan: The King could not be banished, for he had existed, and would thus forever remain.
But the Saptarishi knew something that many others ignored: The existence of the King was devoid of Dharma, so he could not know of the truth of the True-Self. Another weapon was born out of this knowledge; another illusion.
Skanda took the clay and the dirt and the broken weapons that littered the ground, and molded them into seven urns. These seven urns, seven tribes took. These tribes kept them trapped in the past, so that the King would never see a future. As long as the tribes kept them intact, they would thrive. As long as the tribes kept them, the King would believe a part of him resided within, and thus would never attain his True-Self, for his ignorance acted as a trap in and of itself.
The tribes soon left, and Skanda smiled. He smiled, because the King was no more.

5641-2: His legion fallen, his wives converted.
5641-3: His body broken, his throne transformed.
5641-4: His mind trapped, his True-Self unrealized.
5641-5: Thus the King was defeated. Skanda stood victorious.
5641-6: Now we sing of his glory, as we cheer for the past that was changed in our favor, for the present that we've allowed others to enjoy, and for the future that is still within reach.
Vashistha: … That's six. You said there's seven parts.
5641-1: There are seven indeed. We've yet to mention the one we safeguard.
Vashistha: What is it? Which part do we safeguard?
5641-2: This final question cannot be answered. It cannot be known. To know it is to invite him. To invite him is to face the end. This is the truth of the seventh seal. A seal shrouded in ignorance, because we know better. We must know better.
Vashistha: Is this why we sing?
5641-3: The chants are a seal, yes. We pray because Skanda has asked us to. We chant his name because he must be remembered. We sing of Saptarasura's defeat, because were we to stop, the world would forget it. And if the world forgets, then the King will return, because the King is ignorance, and the King is division, and the King is all the foul and the profane and yet he was defeated.
5641-4: And yet, even in defeat he thrives. Even in death he lives. Even vanquished he conquers.
5641-5: So we pray and as we pray the world remembers the triumph: A world of nature, and not of bloodshed. A world of pillars, and not of rubble. A world of freedom, and not of chains.
5641-6: And so, all questions are answered, but one: Are you ready to pray?
Vashistha: Must I?
5641-2: You are in no obligation to do it, but you must do it. The seal shall not be completed until the Seven Sages pray of Skanda's greatness in the battle with Saptarasura.
5641-3: If you decline, then you will live your life, die, be reincarnated and, some day, we will meet again.
5641-6: Your free will shan't be tainted. At the same time, however, you came here for a reason. You, and not your previous reincarnations, but you.
Vashistha: Why me, and not them?
5641-6: That we cannot answer. Only thou knows thyself.
Vashistha: I… I don't know if I want to leave my old life behind.
5641-2: No one who's come here wanted to, at the beginning. To abandon it all for the sake of everyone else… That's a heavy sacrifice to make. It isn't easy.
5641-3: But it's the right thing to do. It is our duty.
Vashistha: It'll be my duty too then.
5641-6: Have you decided then?
Vashistha: There was no decision to make, was there? The moment I stepped in, I stepped in because I would join you all. I knew that I needed to be here. Now I know why. I understand my mission, and I accept it. This is my aim, my goal, my purpose. I am where I belong.
5641-1: Welcome home, Vashistha.

(The log consists only of audio, with seven people praying to the sound of drums. The chants were translated from Classical Sanskrit.)
5641-1:
Skanda stood atop the ruins of profanity, and smiled, for the Saptarasura had fallen.
Yet Vishvamitra the Sage approached him, and told him this was far from the truth.
The Saptarasura's malice would never dull, for he was part of Brahman too.
And Skanda cried, but Vishvamitra calmed him, for he knew the solution.
5641-2:
A stupa was built, where the King once sat upon his golden throne.
A reliquary was crafted, and inside the last of the King was sealed.
A prayer began, and a ritual commenced, so that the King would never find it.
And Vishvamitra renounced to his kingdom, and simply sang, for in song he found life.
5641-3:
Kingdoms rose, kingdoms fell. Time passed for all but the lone Sage.
As the Maratha and the men from the West waged meaningless wars, another joined.
His name, Atri, from the lands where the God Surya never settled down.
Together, they prayed. And the chants brought change to the land, and the Maratha left.
5641-4:
Many years were spent in prayer before the next sages joined them.
Their names were Jamadagni and Agastya, two men from the same land.
Jamadagini came in a time of crisis, a time of senseless brutality.
For the men of the West oppressed, and violented, and took everything for granted.
Jamadagni fought against Surya, who commanded the men of the West.
Surya, who'd forgotten the King's rebellion, he who did not remember the law of blood.
Falling into the same path, Jamadagni reminded Surya that war was not the way.
And thanks to him, the men from the West retired, and at last men were free of their chains.
5641-5:
Yet men still had chains inside their heads, and found reason to fight one against the other.
Over insignificant materials; scarlet blings and golden baubles that brought rot within.
Against this Agastya prayed, and reconciled the two groups, calm replacing war.
And thus now four Sages prayed for Skanda's victory, his words heard once more.
Two more joined, coming from a distant place, the world of the exact and the concrete.
And they came because they were curious, yet they were afraid, one feeding the other.
Their names, Maharishi and Bharadwaj, and they were wise men of science.
They knew it all, and yet they knew not the rituals of this land. Because of this, they feared.
5641-6:
They feared Skanda, because he was a warrior, and war meant death, and death meant pest.
But they couldn't see that Skanda fought for the free; that he fought for them.
They needed reason to fear the ritual, and soon reason was born, and the King smiled.
He smiled because fear fed him. For the first time since his fall, he smiled.
And in his smile hid pest, and in his smile hid death.
And he smiled, and men fell ill, and men went crazy, and all lost faith.
A single powerful act, and the Foundations cracked, and a seed of doubt was planted.
Through concrete the seed broke, and a tree of blood and bone and sinew sprouted.
But he could not smile for long, for Indra taught Bharadwaj medicine, and with this he prayed.
Skanda's chants grew, and health befell the land, and the tree withered and died.
And Indra taught Maharishi knowledge of light, and peace, and he shared it with many.
And the stupa stood without the need for Foundations, and the King fell silent again.
5641-7:
The last of the Sages was named Vashishta, and with him the seal was completed.
He joined the other six, and with his voice, he ensured the King would remain in place.
Skanda smiled in truth then, and came to the stupa, and they all stopped and revered him.
And their job was over, and Skanda thanked them all, and offered them a boon of his own.

And the Seven Sages took it, and their souls joined the sky in the shape of seven stars.
A new constellation in the shape of Skanda's smile. A smile, because the King was no more.

Following this last log, chants were heard throughout several points in South, Central and East Asia, including several Sites and Areas of the Foundation and other Groups of Interest. Although unchecked, it is understood that the stupa disappeared from its position. Special containment procedures have been discontinued.
A constellation of seven bright stars has retroactively joined many others, bearing the shape of a smile. No investigation of this incident has been nor will be conducted. The seal is expected to last.

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Footnotes
1. Type of mound-like building containing buddhist relics.
2. With Gautama Buddha living from the 5th to the 4th century BCE, it is believed the building is either anachronistic or was repurposed.
3. It is worth noting that correctly inferring the stupa's location is believed to cause the same symptoms, although to a lesser degree.
4. Language of the Indian subcontinent. Sacred language of Theravada Buddhism.
5. Figure of Shiva fused with his consort Parvati, depicted as half-male and half-female. Represents the harmony of masculine and feminine forces. Figure is not present in the Pali canon, nor in Theravada Buddhism.
6. Known as the ‘Seven Sages', these are important figures in Vedic religions, possessing great knowledge and guarding the divine law of Dharma. The Big Dipper in India is named after them.
7. Paranormal wing of the Sangh Parivar, a group of Hindu nationalist organizations. Founded in 1956, it has maintained a positive relationship with the Foundation, exchanging intel for partial autonomy within the region.
8. Although it is most likely Pali or Sanskrit, no efforts will be made to translate it. The reason for this decision is not fully understood.
9. Ultimate reality of the universe, which is unchanging and ever-permanent.
10. Perceived reality of the universe, which is illusory and always changing.
11. Physical mortal body in the Three Bodies Doctrine.
12. Body composed of the mind and other vital energies.
13. Body that veils the atman, or True-Self, and births the other two in this universe of ours.


by Trotskyeet

Location of SCP-5642 phenomena.

Item #: SCP-5642
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Hidden security cameras have been installed to monitor the movements of all SCP-5642-A instances. The night cleaning shift of Monument Cafe is to be conducted by Mobile Task Force Theta-10 ("Deep In The Heart") under Foundation front company "Sam's Cleanliness Provider." Any SCP-5642-A instances found during this shift are to be disposed of in the diner's dumpster.
Description: SCP-5642 refers to a series of phenomena surrounding French fries within the property of Monument Cafe, a diner in the city of Georgetown, Texas.
While they are within the diner, French fries do not decompose or spoil, but can be consumed normally and destroyed with force. This phenomenon does not occur when French fries are inside the diner's dumpster.
The secondary phenomenon surrounding the French fries occurs from 10PM to 3AM. During this time, all French fries within the diner spontaneously manifest appendages that allow for bipedal movement and the grasping of objects. Further inspection has shown these appendages are made of potato starch and water. The way the structural integrity of said appendages is kept stable is unknown.
During this window of time, French fries (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A instances) display a limited degree of sapience, and adopt characteristics and beliefs commonly associated with the Italian-American mafia.
Observation and study of SCP-5642-A instances during this period is difficult, as SCP-5642-A instances will attempt to evade capture, and often resort to smashing themselves against the ground if cornered.
Addendum-1: On 09/03/18, an SCP-5642-A instance (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A-1) approached a member of Theta-10, reportedly "seeking freedom in exchange for information." SCP-5642-A-1 disclosed the location of the "Carlotti Family," a collection of SCP-5642-A instances based underneath the lower left table booth. As SCP-5642-A-1 was being questioned on the organizational structure of the "Family", several SCP-5642-A instances descended from the ceiling via string, and took SCP-5642-A-1 into the ceiling tiles. Attempts to track these SCP-5642-A instances were unsuccessful.
The following video was captured by Foundation cameras the following night.

[BEGIN LOG]
The bar of the diner is dark, the camera switches to night vision. Several SCP-5642-A instances are standing on top of the bar. SCP-5642-A-1 is unconscious and is being carried by two steak fries (SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 respectively); a plastic straw wrapper can be seen covering half of its body. A paper condiment cup is placed near the group, filled with ketchup. A fourth SCP-5642-A instance (SCP-5642-A-4) walks towards SCP-5642-A-1, and takes off the wrapper.
SCP-5642-A-1: What the hell, what is-
SCP-5642-A-4 punches SCP-5642-A-1.
SCP-5642-A-1: Jesus man, what was that for?
SCP-5642-A-4: Don't play dumb, we got eyes everywhere, I saw you talking to that copper.
SCP-5642-A-1 sighs.
SCP-5642-A-1: Writing's on the wall Johnny, you hear about Lazuto's gang? All of 'em wiped out last week by those cops, they're coming after us. In a couple of weeks the Boss is probably gonna spray his starch on the wall. The cracks are forming man, new age coming, I intend to live to see it.
SCP-5642-A-4: And you sold out your own so you could get a front row seat. You know, we swore an oath when we joined, rule fucking one, don't sell out the family. You're a dirty rat, I hope you fry in hell.
SCP-5642-A-1: Look at you now, all high and mighty, being the Boss' lapdog. Y'know I remember when you first came to us, weak and soggy, barely fresh out of the fryer, tryna' score a spot in the Family. You know who vouched for you out of the whole crew? No one except for me. I made you into what you are. I'm your only friend in this goddamn diner, and don't you forget it.
SCP-5642-A-4 turns away from SCP-5642-A-1.
SCP-5642-A-4: Friends don't matter in this business Tony, only family.
SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 dunk the top portion of SCP-5642-A-1 in the ketchup cup. SCP-5642-A-1 attempts to knock the cup over, but is held down by SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3. SCP-5642-A-1 squirms, but after approximately four minutes, goes limp.
SCP-5642-A-4: Make it clean boys, I don't want to see his sorry face again.
[END LOG]

One hour later Foundation monitors detected the deep fryer in the kitchen turning on. When personnel entered the kitchen, the only object in the fryer was a solitary French fry.

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Item#: 5643

Level3

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
none

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
warning

link to memo

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5643-A is to be kept in a locked container at all times. Any personnel who wish to interact with SCP-5643-A must receive permission from the Site Director. Personnel handling the object are to wear heavy duty gloves. Any personnel that come into direct skin contact with SCP-5643-A should be subject to immediate psychological evaluation and will not be permitted to access the object again.
SCP-5643-B is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. It is to be provided with pain medication every 8 hours. If SCP-5643-B complains of a worsening headache, it is to be sedated. Guards outside the cell must be equipped with headphones containing cognitohazard filters. At no time should it be allowed to access SCP-5643-A.
Description: SCP-5643-A is a shard of obsidian measuring roughly 2x2x0.5 cm. Regardless of its environment, SCP-5643-A is conspicuous to human subjects.
When SCP-5643-A is in contact with a subject's skin, the subject will experience a feeling of euphoria. Upon separation from the object, the subject will experience symptoms including irritability, fatigue, headaches, dizziness, and increased anxiety. Psychological changes similar to those upon secondary exposure may occur in certain individuals. These symptoms will subside after approximately two weeks if the object is not touched again.
Upon secondary exposure, subjects will undergo various permanent psychological alterations, which can include lessened empathy and changes in personality. After this stage of exposure, subjects will experience an addiction to the object's effects.
Additional exposure to SCP-5643-A will result in severe psychological alterations, paranoia, deterioration of motor functions, migraines, and blue to black skin discoloration.
SCP-5643-B is a caucasian female formerly known as Dr. Mara Hyde. Prior to its containment, it worked as a Foundation researcher. Due to extended exposure to SCP-5643-A, its arms are significantly discolored. In addition, it suffers from chronic migraines.
When its pain reaches a certain threshold, vocalizations it produces will create a mildly euphoric effect for human subjects nearby, followed by headaches, dizziness, and confusion.

Addendum 5643-01: Texts between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Matthew Hyde recovered after containment. All other text messages on its phone had been deleted prior to retrieval.

05/04/20 12:04 PM
SCP-5643-B: Fuck.
SCP-5643-B: Matt, pick up.
SCP-5643-B: Matt.
SCP-5643-B: Let's talk.
Dr. Hyde: What do you want?
Dr. Hyde: I'm in the middle of something
Dr. Hyde: Can it wait?
SCP-5643-B: Fine.

05/04/20 6:13 PM
SCP-5643-B: Still doing something?
Dr. Hyde: Yes

05/05/20 9:00 AM
Dr. Hyde: I can talk now
Dr. Hyde: What is it?
SCP-5643-B: I'm tired of this.
SCP-5643-B: All of this.
Dr. Hyde: Is this about her?
SCP-5643-B: What do you think?
Dr. Hyde: You've gotta get over her
Dr. Hyde: Move on
SCP-5643-B: Easy for you to say.
Dr. Hyde: Only way to feel better is to move on
SCP-5643-B: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Dr. Hyde: It's the truth
Dr. Hyde: I just want you to feel better
Dr. Hyde: Focus on work more in the meantime
SCP-5643-B: That's difficult.
Dr. Hyde: Yes, but this isn't healthy
SCP-5643-B: I guess.
[Reports indicate that SCP-5643-B first came in contact with SCP-5643-A on 05/06/20.]

05/06/20 5:18 PM
SCP-5643-B: You were right.
SCP-5643-B: She would want me to move on.
05/07/20 6:02 PM
Dr. Hyde: You doing okay?
SCP-5643-B: I feel better.
Dr. Hyde: Already?
Dr. Hyde: That was quick
SCP-5643-B: I don't want to talk.

05/07/20 7:00 PM
Dr. Hyde: You're not okay, are you?

Addendum 5643-02: A transcription of a phone call between Dr. Hyde and SCP-5643-B on 05/09/20.

<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Hyde: Hey, Mara.
SCP-5643-B: Hey…
Dr. Hyde: Everything alright?
SCP-5643-B: Yeah, just a headache. Why'd you call?
Dr. Hyde: You can't have gotten over Cora that quickly. What's really going on?
SCP-5643-B: Is that what this is about?
[A pause.]
SCP-5643-B: Nothing's going on.
Dr. Hyde: Well, I'm glad that you've gotten over her. How's life?
SCP-5643-B: It's good.
Dr. Hyde: That's good to hear. Uh, I'm doing okay. Nothing that exciting is going on.
SCP-5643-B: Well, seeing as nothing's happening, I'm gonna-
Dr. Hyde: Mara, I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird.
SCP-5643-B: Weird? I'm fine. Great, actually.
Dr. Hyde: That's what I'm talking about. You're being so… cold.
SCP-5643-B: And you're being overly concerned. Bye.
<END LOG>

Addendum 5643-03: Continued messages between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde.

05/21/20 6:10 PM
Dr. Hyde: Everyone agrees that you've been acting weird
SCP-5643-B: It'ss none of your business. Leave ne alone.
Dr. Hyde: I can't. I'm worried
SCP-5643-B: Wel, dont be.

05/30/20 5:07 PM
Dr. Hyde: Why are you being so distant?
SCP-5643-B: Im not.
SCP-5643-B: Im ffine.
Dr. Hyde: There's something wrong. I know it
SCP-5643-B: I todl you. Nothin g is wring.

06/09/20 3:31 PM
Dr. Hyde: Mara, we need to talk
SCP-5643-B: No we d pnt
Dr. Hyde: What's happening?
Dr. Hyde: Have you been drinking?
Dr. Hyde: You can be honest with me
SCP-5643-B: Nothigis happenijg
Dr. Hyde: I'm just concerned
SCP-5643-B: Imm y own perspn
SCP-5643-B: Sto get tng knvolved
SCP-5643-B: Ih att youu

Addendum 5643-04: A transcript of a phone call between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde on 06/18/20.

<BEGIN LOG>
SCP-5643-B: My hands are turning blue. My head hurts so much. I think I'm- I think I'm dying.
Dr. Hyde: Whoa, slow down. What happened?
SCP-5643-B: This stupid rock- I don't know. It's- Please, I can't see.
Dr. Hyde: Alright, I'm coming. Just stay with me.
SCP-5643-B: Am I still Mara?
Dr. Hyde: What do you mean? Of course you're-
SCP-5643-B: Matt, am I still me? I'm not me, am I?
Dr. Hyde: I- I don't-
SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry…
Dr. Hyde: For what? You're not making any sense.
SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Dr. Hyde: Just hang in there, okay? I'm coming.
[7 minutes of silence.]
Dr. Hyde: Are you able to let me in, or-
SCP-5643-B: It's unlocked.
[A door can be heard opening.]
[2 minutes of silence.]
Dr. Hyde: Oh shit. You- What happened?
[A pause. The phone is heard hitting the floor.]
Dr. Hyde: Put that thing down! Give it-
SCP-5643-B: No! I need it!
Dr. Hyde: No, you don't! Drop it!
[SCP-5643-B shrieks, followed by a growl.]
[Dr. Hyde gasps.]
Dr. Hyde: What's wrong with you?
Dr. Hyde: You're not… Mara anymore, are you?
<END LOG>
Dr. Hyde was found deceased in an apartment formerly belonging to SCP-5643-B. He had several stab wounds all over his body. Upon autopsy, it was revealed that Dr. Hyde died from hemorrhagic shock.

Addendum 5643-05: A collection of audio logs recorded after the containment of SCP-5643-B.

06/21/20 6:20 AM
SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to…
[A pause.]
SCP-5643-B: What am I doing? I'm tired, Matt. It hurts.

06/22/20 7:39 AM
SCP-5643-B: Why does everyone good have to die? You didn't deserve it; you had a life to live. It's not fair.

06/23/20 12:31 PM
SCP-5643-B: There's… something wrong, Matt. They're not hearing me. I speak, but they don't understand.
SCP-5643-B: Am I just that far gone? What's wrong with me?

06/24/20 3:59 AM
SCP-5643-B: They're hearing me. They just… I think it's a cognitohazard. Something of the sort.
SCP-5643-B: I don't know. No one understands what I'm saying.

06/25/20 11:40 AM
SCP-5643-B: I just want the pain to stop. Is that- is that too much to ask?
[A pause.]
SCP-5643-B: I can't stand this. I can't do this. It's-
SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry, alright? Just make it stop!

06/25/20 12:01 PM
SCP-5643-B: I deserve this, don't I? You trusted me, and I… I betrayed you.
SCP-5643-B: How long has it been, Matt?
SCP-5643-B: It's been a while, huh?

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Item#: 5644

Level3

Containment Class:
esoteric

Secondary Class:
archon

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
danger

link to memo

SCP-5644 Basking

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5644's movement along the River Nile is to be tracked by MTF Lambda-9 ("Osiris's Hand"). Any significant deviation from SCP-5644's normal pathing is to be reported to Site-95 director William Orville. In the event that SCP-5644 becomes hostile, civilian evacuation of the region is to be carried out in coordination with the Egyptian, Sudanese1, South Sudanese, Ethiopian, and Ugandan governments. News outlets will be led to believe that the evacuation was caused by significant flooding of the Nile River and its drainage basin. Any attempt to remove or neutralize SCP-5644, regardless of operational success, may result in catastrophic consequences for the region.2
Any and all reports of SCP-5644 by civilian witnesses to news outlets are to be discredited. All civilians and reporters involved with said sightings are to be given Class-A amnestics.
Description: SCP-5644 is a sapient male Crocodylus niloticus3. It measures 9.15 meters and weighs approximately 4,250 kilograms. Despite its immense size, sightings of SCP-5644 by the public are minimal and are only reported from small villages. SCP-5644's age is unknown, but it is believed to be at least 200,000 years old. SCP-5644's primary anomaly is its control over the climate of the Nile River and its tributaries. Its control ranges from bringing in dry seasons and floods to changing the river's course and expanding its drainage basin. SCP-5644 refers to itself as the protector and guide of the Nile. SCP-5644 claims to have interacted with the inhabitants of the region from the early dynastic period of Egypt until the middle ages.
The Foundation became aware of SCP-5644's existence when the United Kingdom began to construct dams across the Nile in the early 1900s. SCP-5644 would actively hamper, damage, or destroy these dams. After years of ineffective attempts at capturing SCP-5644, the British government handed responsibility to The Foundation. All containment attempts were abandoned after ██-██-1956 when SCP-5644 was removed from the Nile River, which resulted in the flooding of the local area and all nearby plant life to decay. The area where this event happened has been sectioned off from the public and is now where Site-95 resides.
Addendum.1 - Interviews After the events of ██-██-1956, SCP-5644 avoided all attempts at contact by Foundation personnel. In order to monitor the location of SCP-5644, several observation posts were constructed along the Nile River and its tributaries. Researcher Hanesworth, who headed the SCP-5644 project, then proposed leaving food for it in areas it frequented to gain its trust and cooperation. Site Director Orville approved the proposition, provided Hanesworth himself placed the food with two members of Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand".
Hanesworth approached the riverbed with carcasses of animals from the region every day. Initially, all attempts failed as SCP-5644 would not approach the food until researcher Hanesworth left the area. Hanesworth insisted that the guards leave so that SCP-5644 would approach. After several attempts, SCP-5644 allowed Hanesworth to approach closer. Starting on 05-27-1997, SCP-5644 would allow Hanesworth to stay next to the food as it fed.

▷ Interview #1

▽ Interview #1

Interviewed: SCP-5644
Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth
Foreword: Researcher Hanesworth had left a deceased Syncerus caffer4 on a riverbed SCP-5644 frequents. After 15 minutes, SCP-5644 appeared out of the river and began consuming the carcass. Hanesworth had a hidden recorder on his person, in the event that SCP-5644 could communicate.
<Begin Log>
(The sounds of cracking bones and flesh ripping are heard in the background)
Researcher Hanesworth: Can… Can you understand me?Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, shit!Researcher Hanesworth: You.. you can talk. I-I mean um, why did you let me get closer to you?Researcher Hanesworth: Do… do you mind explaining your control over the Nile?Researcher Hanesworth: So, would you say that your containment would detriment the region?Researcher Hanesworth: Well… yeah. It's sort of our deal. We contain anomalies and research them for the safety of mankind.Researcher Hanesworth: We've crossed some lines, yes, but you must understand that we only have the best interests in mind.Researcher Hanesworth: But if people were to see you-Researcher Hanesworth: Well no, but that's because we've suppressed all reports.There was a minute of silence recorded as SCP-5644 continued to feed upon the carcass.
L9 Beta-2: (in the background) Hey doc, you doin' alright!?Researcher Hanesworth: My name? It's uh, Hanesworth.<End Log>
Closing Statement: Before Lambda-9 Beta could arrive, SCP-5644 dragged the carcass into the river and disappeared. For the next few days, no contact could be established with SCP-5644 and Researcher Hanesworth suggested that his guards not be within visual range of the river bank. A compromise was reached where every 30 minutes they would do a check-in before returning to the vehicle just outside of visual range.

▷ Interview #2

▽ Interview #2

Interviewed: SCP-5644
Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth
Foreword: Contact was successfully established after the second attempt of the new procedure. This interview occurred shortly after the third check-in by Research Hanesworth's armed guards. He activated a transmission shortly after contact with SCP-5644 to let his guards know he had done so. This time Hanesworth brought a hidden camera on his person to record this interview.
<Begin Log>
(Sounds of the camera being activated can be heard before it is turned on)
Researcher Hanesworth: So… you finally showed up.Researcher Hanesworth: Well we're not entirely alone. (Hanesworth gestures behind them over the riverbank)Researcher Hanesworth: They are, but so are you. But that begs the question, why do you trust me?Researcher Hanesworth: Then why did you come back?Researcher Hanesworth: What were they like? If you don't mind my asking.Researcher Hanesworth: You can't just give me that. Just the details will suffice.Researcher Hanesworth: Whoa wait, Roman? How old are you exactly?Researcher Hanesworth: Yes, I'm sorry. Please continue with your tale.Researcher Hanesworth: What happened to them?Researcher Hanesworth: I'm… I'm so sorry…Researcher Hanesworth: I know how you feel. When you work a job like this you need to get used to not seeing your friends the next day. And it's always the people you care about too…Researcher Hanesworth: You know SCP-5644, I think that-Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, uh, that's what me and my superiors call you. Consider it a tag.Researcher Hanesworth: And what would that name be?Researcher Hanesworth: Woah! Like the deity?(Hanesworth's guards can be heard calling for him in the background)
Researcher Hanesworth: Damn it, has it been an hour already?Researcher Hanesworth: You don't need to leave, I can convince them to leave us alone.Researcher Hanesworth: But what about the food?<End Log>
Closing Statement: After this interview, researcher Hanesworth requested that the armed guards do not come to him unless he calls for them. Given SCP-5644's behavior towards Hanesworth, this request was granted. Researcher Hanesworth and SCP-5644 would meet frequently for the remainder of 1997. The frequency of these meetings, as well as the growing relationship between Hanesworth and SCP-5644, prompted an internal investigation into Researcher Hanesworth's conduct.
The investigation concluded on 02-05-1998 and found that Hanesworth was fraternizing with an anomalous entity, and was subsequently reprimanded. Hanesworth was removed from his position but was allowed to continue to interview SCP-5644 once a month under close supervision. Subsequent interviews offered significantly more insight into SCP-5644.

Addendum.2 - Incident-5644: On 07-13-20██ Lake Kyoga's waterline significantly diminished, extending the shoreline by nearly a kilometer. This caused significant flooding across much of the Nile River and its tributaries. Determining SCP-5644 to be the cause, MTF Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand" and MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" were deployed to all affected areas. Disguised as UN Peacekeepers and members of the Red Cross, both task forces evacuated civilians in the area.
MTF Lambda-9 scanned the area of Lake Kyoga in search of SCP-5644. On 07-15-20██ a small team accompanied by Senior Researcher Hanesworth located SCP-5644 on a shoreline near Bukungu. The following was recorded on L9 Alpha-1's helmet-mounted camera.

▷ Encounter 5644-20██-3

▽ Encounter 5644-20██-3

<Begin Log>
(Sounds of the audio capture being turned on can be heard. Image capture shows SCP-5644 laying on a riverbank, showing moderate injuries, resting. Senior researcher Hanesworth can be seen running towards SCP-5644.)
L9 Alpha-1: Hanesworth calm yourself! It could be hostile!
Hanesworth: Can it! It could be worse than it looks!
Alpha-1: Sir, even if that were the case, we need to report this to command.
Hanesworth: Even so, he needs treatment now!
(L9 Alpha-1 looks around to his other squad members. After some hesitation, he points towards Alpha-3 and Alpha-5)
L9 Alpha01: Three, call in for medical! Five come with me to help this thing!
(Alpha-1 and Alpha-5 run towards Hanesworth and SCP-5644, and begin to apply medical aid. Hanesworth can be seen near SCP-5644's head comforting it.)
Hanesworth: It'll be alright, you'll be given good care.Hanesworth: They couldn't even if they wanted. It's way less of a risk for them to let you be.
(there is silence for next few seconds as Alpha-1 and 5 continue medical aid.)
Hanesworth: What happened here…?Hanesworth: Whoever it was, we could have helped you.Hanesworth: This is exactly what I was worried about! What if you need to be in two places at once? You've already admitted that times are changing. Just say the word…
(SCP-5644 bellows, startling Alpha-1 and 5.)(Alpha-1 then looks over SCP-5644's back, and notices the waterline beginning to slowly rise and turns towards Hanesworth.)
Alpha-1: Sir, we need to leave. By the time medical comes, we'll be underwater.
Hanesworth: He needs treatment!(Alpha-1 and 5 finish their medical treatment and begin to pull away Hanesworth as the water approaches their feet. Hanesworth initially resists but is eventually coerced by Alpha-5. Alpha-1 orders the team to return to the vehicle. Alpha-1 turns back as they approach the vehicle and watch the water rise above SCP-5644 and quicken its rise. Alpha-1 enters the vehicle and it drives away from the waterline. The audio and visual feed is cut off moments later by Alpha-1.)
<End Log>

Report on Incident-5644:

▷ Report

▽ Report

From our intelligence, Incident-5644 began as an unknown entity, described as having the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion and hippopotamus5, attempted to alter the entire Laky Kyoga area. SCP-5644 noticed this change due to its anomalous properties and headed towards the area. The subsequent drainage of Lake Kyoga was seemingly an attempt by SCP-5644 to stall and subvert the entity's progress. The flooding of other areas is seen as a side effect of this action. Eyewitness reports indicate that SCP-5644 and the unknown entity had been locked in combat for a few hours before Foundation personnel arrived. By the time Foundation forces arrived and secured the area, the unknown entity was not seen nor encountered.
Class-A and Class-B amnestics were administered to the local population, and news outlets were led to believe the drainage and flooding were natural events. The actions of Senior Researcher Hanesworth and L9 Alpha were under review by the ethics committee. Yesterday they announced their actions of giving medical aid to an anomalous entity were justified, given the circumstances. Currently, SCP-5644 movements have returned to normal but a second Site may be needed in order to cover the vast range of SCP-5644's influence.
In conclusion, if it were not for SCP-5644's actions the Foundation would have been faced with a Broken Veil scenario. Given its apparent nature, as well as the interaction with one of our senior staff, SCP-5644 appears to be benevolent and nonhostile. So long as no harm is done to Senior Researcher Hanesworth and contact between the two stays steady, we should not have to fear SCP-5644 turning hostile to the Foundation.
- Site-95 Director William Orville

Addendum.3 - Hanesworth's Journal: The following addendum contains an entry from Hanesworth's journal that document's a previously unknown encounter he had with SCP-5644. The entry is believed to be written prior to Incident-5644.

▷ Journal Entry

▽ Journal Entry

Journal Entry #52
Today I met with Sobek. It had been a while since I had seen him. We hadn't had a chance to see each other as often as we used to since the O5 stuck their noses in. It was the middle of the night when I found Sobek again. It's not that hard to spot him, but damn does he look intimidating. When I approached he turned his head toward me, and at first, he didn't recognize me. Once I made him aware of my identity he seemed to relax a little and gestured me to move closer. After I sat near him, it was silent for a while. I finally broke it when I asked him 'what was it like being treated like a god?' A silly question for sure, but my curiosity had piqued its interest.
He simply laughed and said that he never experienced it personally. His actions throughout the river were what caused him to be worshipped, not so much because he sought it. I then asked him 'then why do you call yourself Sobek?' He stated that it was the name they gave him, and he never had a name to address himself as before. Sobek said that since so many people were praying to him, the least he could do was accept the name. I wondered if the other Egyptian gods were real, to which he responded that he wasn't sure. He acknowledged the possibility of them existing, but he stated that he never met them.
For a while, we just stared at the moon. We talked about many things. We talked about politics, history, biology, and even sports. We enlightened each other on so many things. After witnessing Sobek's wiseness and intelligence, a part of me began to think he really was a god. Then he told me of his concerns. With the world evolving, the number of threats was increasing. If there were two crises at once, he would have to leave one to suffer for longer than the other. I told him that the Foundation could help. We have plenty of assets not being used right now. He thanked me for my generosity but said that the river was his responsibility alone.
I said that if he kept thinking like that, he would get lonely. Sobek stated that he already felt alone. After he met humanity, after guiding us out of Africa, he felt like he could change. But after that boy died he realized that he would outlive everyone he made friends with. His own kind feared him, even those that prayed to him every day held a degree of fear. Instead, he said, he would protect the region and guarantee the lives of future generations. I then asked him if we were friends. He laid there silently before answering we could be, but only if I recognized that we couldn't be for long. I said that didn't matter, and that if anything I wanted to be friends.
I've never seen an SCP, let alone a giant crocodile, cry before. I didn't know how to hug something that big, but I think I did a pretty good job. We sat there for a while longer before he suddenly turned his head downriver and began to hiss. I asked what was wrong, and he said something is troubling the source. Before he left he said his goodbyes and said we would meet soon. As he disappeared beneath the surface of the water I began to worry that we wouldn't reunite, and if we did, it wouldn't be a happy reunion.

Footnotes
1. As a result of the Sudanese Revolution, this is currently being done with the Transitional Military Council.
2. The most probable outcome will be that the Nile River, as well as its drainage basin, will undergo a desertification process.
3. Nile Crocodile.
4. African buffalo.
5. This description is similar to that of Ammit, an Ancient Egyptian demoness and goddess

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SCP-5645 The End of Nothing Special

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CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-5645
Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5645 is stored in a standard cryogenic storage unit in Site-345. No tests are currently scheduled for it. Nils Wendler is to stay under surveillance and any possible anomalous events surrounding him are to be documented in this article.
Description: SCP-5645 is a corpse of a child that is a biological clone of Nils Wendler, a 35-year-old unmarried office worker from Cologne, Germany. SCP-5645 is genetically identical to Wendler, as well as sharing several phenotypical traits such as a large birthmark on its right-hand wrist. While SCP-5645 anatomically resembles an 8-year-old male, it has been chemically dated to the year 1992, thus apparently having not chemically aged for 27 years.
Discovery: SCP-5645 was found on the 24th of February, 2019 in the garbage disposal bin behind the apartment complex in which Nils Wendler resides. When local investigators conducted an autopsy on it, its chronological discrepancy was discovered, upon which the Foundation became alert to it. In the following investigation, nearby residents were interviewed for possible sightings of the body being placed in its place of discovery. During these, the visual resemblance to Nils Wendler was noticed and subsequent tests led to the SCP-Object designation. Wendler appears to be oblivious to the origin of SCP-5645. When confronted with it seemingly being his own corpse at a different age he initially appeared shocked, though he regained his composure quickly and expressed a desire to be left alone.
Wendler was provisionally taken into custody and encouraged to give out any information that might be relevant to SCP-5645's appearance. Even after repeated interviews, Wendler refused to say anything about SCP-5645 and his unusual reaction upon its discovery. Upon being told of soon being amnestised and released back into his home, he only made one comment:

Look, that thing out there? I lost it a long time ago, so it's no real surprise to see it turn up dead. But this is a personal issue. And honestly, at this point, it would be a great relief if you guys could make me forget about it having been me.

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The appearance of a Researcher Halliburton was determined to be unrelated to his disappearance.

NOTICE TO FOUNDATION STAFF:
SCP-5646 represents a Class VI Narrativistic Multiplex currently undergoing severe decoherence.
In order to combat unwanted alterations, only essential information will be provided, which should not be assumed as the truth, regardless of relevance to consensus reality.
PASSAGE INTO SCP-5646 IS STRONGLY DISCOURAGED

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Status update

Containment breach ongoing since 23/06/34.
Escaped anomalies: 2635
Current death toll estimate: 4,837,562,132

Deploy all remaining Foundation personnel to retake Site-19

ERROR: No combat-ready personnel are available at this time.

Check current Foundation capabilities

Current remaining unengaged combative personnel: 0
Current remaining Foundation outposts: 3

Check status of MTF Alpha-1

MTF Alpha-1 are all MIA and presumed dead following Operation "God Rebroken".

Check status of the O5 Council

O5-1 - Missing
O5-2 - Dead
O5-3 - Missing
O5-4 - Missing
O5-5 - Missing
O5-6 - Active
O5-7 - Dead
O5-8 - Dead
O5-9 - Missing
O5-10 - Dead
O5-11 - Dead
O5-12 - Dead
O5-13 - Dead

Begin Procedure 5647-Ω

Does the black moon howl?

The black moon remembers

What does the black moon remember?

Nothing of this hell

Beginning Procedure 5647-Ω

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