by stormbreath

Item#: SCP-5682

Level3

Containment Class:
neutralized

Secondary Class:
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Disruption Class:
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Risk Class:
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Special Containment Procedures
Anomalous Objects formerly recovered from SCP-5682-β are to be stored in individual storage lockers at Site-64. Objects should be kept discrete from one another in order to prevent malign interaction but should remain specifically labeled as having been associated with SCP-5682.
The 243 former adherents of SCP-5682 that could be found were each interrogated for information concerning SCP-5682, and then subjected to an amnestic therapy regimen to induce the belief that memories of anomalies associated with SCP-5682 resulted from hallucinogenic substances. Following the completion of this amnestic therapy, each was turned over to the Unusual Incidents Unit for criminal prosecution.
Civilian media is to be investigated for religious movements with similar beliefs to SCP-5682 or direct allusions to SCP-5682. Any evidence that SCP-5682 is being practiced again is to be investigated further. If any anomalies are found, the revival is to be treated in the same manner as the original SCP-5682.
SCP-5682-α has been designated as PoI-5682, in addition to its SCP designation. Mentions of it by name are to be processed and monitored, and PANOPTICON is to monitor global surveillance cameras for SCP-5682-α's face. If any indication that SCP-5682-α is still active is detected, MTF Zeta-2 is to be deployed to find and detain SCP-5682-α.
Description
SCP-5682 was a religious movement referred to as the "Heavenly Manifold Temple", active from 1961 to 1968. SCP-5682 was similar to various New Age and UFO religious movements but was primarily inspired by various anomalies created and/or discovered by SCP-5682-α.

Art produced by SCP-5682, representative of the central higher plane of existence.

SCP-5682 was primarily focused around the belief in a higher plane of existence, populated by a number of non-human entities. Some of these entities are believed to be posthuman, with the potential for adherents of SCP-5682 to become one. No adherents are believed to have actually done so. This higher plane of existence is said to possess at least three dimensions beyond the typical four associated with baseline reality.
It is inconclusive as to whether or not this higher plane of existence legitimately exists. While various anomalous objects associated with SCP-5682 allowed for various forms of contact with it, no other methods — scientific or anomalous — have been able to reach it. It is currently undetermined if SCP-5682-α discovered an otherwise inaccessible plane of existence, if it created such a plane, or if it merely created a series of anomalies that gave the appearance of an alternate plane without actually being such.
SCP-5682 placed a high value on individuality and therefore did not have many well-defined beliefs. It offered adherents a selection of ways to view the higher plane of existence but allowed them to draw their own interpretations of their experiences. As a result, individual adherents have drastically differing interpretations of SCP-5682. Philosophical debate and discussion concerning the nature of SCP-5682 were highly encouraged.
Common beliefs of SCP-5682 are that this higher plane is inherently better than baseline reality and that the inhabitants are divine. Adherents frequently emphasize chaos, loud noise and patterns in their descriptions of their experiences, believing all of these to be central to SCP-5682. In addition, SCP-5682 had frequent drug use — most notably LSD and other hallucinogens — as entheogens.

SCP-5682-α

SCP-5682-α was a Class-III ontokinetic responsible for the founding of SCP-5682. Allegedly, SCP-5682-α discovered the higher plane of existence central to SCP-5682 and began to create further methods of contacting and interacting with this alleged plane. It is unclear if the discovery was genuine or faked through its ontokinetic abilities.
The civilian name of SCP-5682-α was Josiah Thornettle. It was born on December 21st, 1931 and disappeared on July 19th, 1968. It is unknown when SCP-5682-α first developed anomalous properties, but it is believed to have occurred shortly before 1961, when it first began to write about SCP-5682.
By 1964, SCP-5682 had become a fully-fledged religious movement. SCP-5682-α purchased a plot of land in southern Yakima County, Washington, and established SCP-5682-β, a commune meant to accommodate SCP-5682. Adherents were encouraged to move to SCP-5682-β to further engage in philosophical discussion of SCP-5682. The commune was mostly isolated from the outside world, and had a population of approximately 230 in 1968.
SCP-5682-β was loosely organized as a commune, with SCP-5682-α as a spiritual and political leader. Food, LSD and marijuana were self-produced by the compound, with income generated by the sale of the latter two in commercial quantities. Several buildings were built by SCP-5682 on the property as housing and communal gathering spaces.
Undercover Foundation agents infiltrated SCP-5682 and found substantive anomalous activity. On July 19th, Foundation agents collaborated with UIU agents to raid SCP-5682-β and bring all adherents of SCP-5682 into custody. The raid was conducted without casualties for any party. Multiple anomalies were covered in the process.
In the aftermath, SCP-5682-α could not be located. The house in which it was alleged to have been staying in caught on fire during the raid and burned to the ground. Multiple members of the cult have claimed that SCP-5682-α "ascended to the higher plane", but there is no evidence to support this claim. If true, SCP-5682-α would be the only member of SCP-5682 to have successfully done so.
Anomalous Objects Associated With SCP-5682
The following are a collection of anomalous objects and phenomena that were discovered within SCP-5682-β after the 1968 Foundation/UIU raid. The majority of these anomalous phenomena are believed to have been created by SCP-5682-α personally, but a small number are believed to be indirectly created by the interaction of other anomalies.

Designation
Description
Notes

AO-5682-1
Stockpile of LSD (5,000g). Chemically identical to non-anomalous LSD. Causes hallucinations which typically feature loud sounds, patterns and geometric tessellations. Hallucinations are remarkably consistent between users and different from traditional LSD samples.
Used by SCP-5682 as the primary method of seeing the "higher plane of existence" and as an entheogen. Usage was common throughout SCP-5682.

AO-5682-2
Anomalous strain of marijuana. Chemically and genetically identical to non-anomalous marijuana, although flowers are a different color purple than most strains. Mild mnestic properties when consumed, similar to teùkoka.
Secondary to usage of AO-5682-1, although also common recreationally within SCP-5682.

AO-5682-3
Serrated knife with a fractally defined edge. Edge of the knife is therefore infinitely sharp and does not possess a conclusive point.
No evidence of usage within SCP-5682. According to testimony, proved sharper than expected.

AO-5682-4
Printed copies of an excerpt from SCP-5682-α's dream journal. Upon reading a copy, the next dream the reader has shall be identical to the events detailed within AO-5682-4. Dream encompasses an encounter with a sapient entity that resides within the higher plane of existence.
Contents of the dream are frequently described as mildly disturbing by individuals who are not already familiar with SCP-5682. Was only provided to long-term adherents.

AO-5682-5
Large tent that, when erected, causes spacial anomalies within its interior. These include the disappearance and manifestation of small objects, the appearance of patterns of light, and quiet sounds reminiscent of whispering.
Used by SCP-5682 as a meeting place and discussion. Was believed to be the closest place to the higher plane.

AO-5682-6
Small visual anomaly nested within a hole in a plank of wood. Visual anomaly reminiscent of kaleidoscope patterns. Effect is only visual; objects pass through with no effect.
Known to have been spontaneously generated by members of SCP-5682, with no involvement by SCP-5682-α directly. Led to conclusion that SCP-5682 had become anomalous and capable of creating anomalies.

AO-5682-7
An sixth-dimensional shape partially embedded within baseline reality. Conforms to standard models for higher-dimensional shapes in lower-dimensional planes. Was rotated along a higher dimension axis during raid, and further attempts at manipulating it along this axis have been unsuccessful.
Used by SCP-5682 in several important religious rituals. The exact purpose within these practices is unknown, but was central to daily practice. Adherents refused to explain purpose.

Interview Log: Charlie Kollwitz
The following is an interview conducted with SCP-5682 adherent Charlie Kollwitz on July 20th, 1968, shortly following the raid upon SCP-5682-β. As with the raid itself, the interview was conducted with both Foundation (represented by Operative Blackwire) and Unusual Incidents Unit (represented by Special Agent Cassidy Powell) involvement. This particular interview focuses on the recruitment strategy of SCP-5682.

Interview Transcript
UIU Powell: Hello, Mr. Kollwitz. We need to ask you a few questions before we can let you go. You aren't in a lot of trouble, and if you just answer a few of our questions you'll be on your way shortly.
SCP Blackwire: Keyword there being if. If you answer our questions. There could be complications if you don't cooperate with us.
Kollwitz: Um. Yeah. Got it.
SCP Blackwire: We want you to tell us about how you got into this cult. How you found out about them, how they made you a believer, got you to move to the middle of nowhere Washington, all of that.
Kollwitz: It's not a cult. It was a commune. We might have had and — hold on, who are you? She's an FBI agent — but you don't have the badge.
UIU Powell: I think my friend from the CIA here might have came across as a bit too hostile. We just want to know a little about how the Manifold Temple got new members. Do you think you could tell us about that?
Kollwitz: The CIA? Good god. Okay, I'll talk.
UIU Powell: So how did you find out about the Manifold Temple? How did they get a kid like you to join up with them?
Kollwitz: Well, I was visiting this buddy of mine a little south of here, at Reed College, and we're sitting around, and he tells me he's heard about this new source of acid. Supposed to be like nothing else. So we head on out there, down in Sellwood, and we get some of this stuff.
UIU Powell: And this new source was connected to the temple?
Kollwitz: Sure was. This was back in '65. We walked into the house and I was like "Woah, what's all this?", since the dealer had all this art from the Temple on his walls. The dealer offered us the acid for cheap — real cheap. Said he just wanted other people to feel what he had. His name is Sullivan, he's been living up here for the past year or two.
SCP Blackwire: I'll run his name and see if we picked him up.
Kollwitz: Right, right. Anyway, I take the acid with my Reedie friend. We're sitting in his old dorm room, and boom, it hits me. It wasn't like anything else I had ever done before, and I've done my share of acid.
SCP Blackwire: Of course you have.
Kollwitz: This hit like a freight train. It's not normally this intense - total sensory block out. Nothing but this one hallucination, which was just utter chaos, on every sense. Sight, sound, touch, taste. But I wasn't scared, in fact, I thought it was actually pretty calming. Now I know it was a holy vision, so that makes sense.
UIU Powell: Interesting. Sounds like it would have been quite jarring.
Kollwitz: And yet, despite the cacophony — the screaming, the crying, the sounds — there was a beauty to it all. Within the chaos, patterns. A joyous and wonderful song. It was nothing but beautiful. You should see it, if you can.
SCP Blackwire: I'll pass.

Drawing produced by Charlie Kollwitz.

Kollwitz: And in between the chaos, there were beings. Angels, I think. Not sure what else they could be. And they're not really things you can explain, either. They're from the other plane, and they've got too many angles for our minds to really get them, y'know? I can try to draw you a picture but I don't know how good it'll be for you.
UIU Powell: That'll be appreciated, if you could. For our records.
Kollwitz: Right on. Well I see these angels, and it seems to me like they're saying "Charlie! Come to us! Join us!" And how could I refuse them? They were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I felt calm looking at them, just right. Everything made sense, despite nothing I was experiencing making sense.
UIU Powell: Could be hard to say no.
SCP Blackwire: Only takes a backbone.
Kollwitz: Anyway, the trip comes down. My Reedie buddy didn't really like the trip, but I was fascinated. Before I left Portland, I met up with the dealer again and got some more, and then he told me about this commune the Heavenly Manifold Temple was building. And I figured, well, I'm just bumming around the West Coast right now. Might go there next, why not?
UIU Powell: And you decided to stay here, once you got here?
Kollwitz: Sure did. I talked to some other friends on the way up here, and they didn't get what I had seen while on the trip. Didn't get why it was so inspiring for me.
SCP Blackwire: Don't think I do either.
Kollwitz: Exactly! But at the commune? Everyone got it. I wouldn't belong anywhere else. I just had to stay.
UIU Powell: Could you tell me a little more about why it resonated with you?
Kollwitz: Well, the way I see it… I'm in the chaos. It's scary, and it's disorienting. But the angel appears, and it's there, in the middle of all it, a part of it. But it's still calm, a part that doesn't fear the rest. And it hits me: you can't make the world calmer. You control the chaos, and you ride it. That's how you deal with the world. And Josiah said I got it.
UIU Powell: Thank you, Mr. Kollwitz. I think that concludes this round of questioning, for the moment.

Kollwitz was administered the standard amnestic therapy regimen — as with all other adherents of SCP-5682 — following this interview.
Unusual Incidents Unit Records
The following document concerning SCP-5682 and the Foundation/UIU raid was given to the Foundation by the Unusual Incidents Unit and is included here for posterity.

UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT
Intelligence Briefing: Heavenly Manifold Temple

The "Heavenly Manifold Temple", located in Yakima County, Washington, was responsible for supplying a large amount of the LSD and marijuana in circulation on the West Coast, and was placed under investigation by the Department of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They discovered substantial evidence of criminal activity, although no evidence of anomalous activity. A search warrant was obtained for this purpose.
It was not until the Foundation contacted the Unusual Incidents Unit that evidence of anomalous activity was discovered, providing information about the anomalies present at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The UIU then forwarded this information to the ATF. The Department of Anomalous Drugs and Ordnance, the branch of the ATF that handles anomalous matters, concluded it was severely understaffed to handle such a matter, and returned the case to the UIU.
The UIU performed a joint operation with the Foundation to raid the Heavenly Manifold Temple complex. As the commune was known to be mostly non-violent, it was decided that the action would merely consist of the presentation of the search warrant, and then arresting members of the commune following the confirmation of the discovery of drugs/paraphernalia. The decision to arrest all members of the commune was encouraged by the Foundation.
At noon on July 19th, the combined UIU/Foundation agents arrived at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The warrant was presented at the boundary of the commune, and the agents were allowed access into the complex. Substantial evidence of criminal activity was quickly found following this entry, and agents began to arrest members of the commune.
Almost all members of the commune complied with the orders given to them by directing UIU agents, and were placed into joint custody. A small number of members attempted to resist arrest, but were quickly brought under control and also placed into custody.
However, shortly after the UIU/Foundation agents entered the commune, a fire broke out in the main building of the commune, which was identified as the residence of Josiah Thornettle (leader of the Heavenly Manifest Temple) and several senior members of the commune. The cause of this fire remains unknown, but internal investigation has determined that the UIU was not responsible, as all agents were stationed at the front entrance or outside of the commune at the time.
Agent Stone attempted to enter the building during this time, in order to find Josiah Thornettle. His testimony is transcribed below:

I saw that the main building had caught fire, and one of the cult members next to me screamed that was where their leader was. Because we were all outside of the complex at the time, I knew the fire either had to be an accident or an intentional sabotage on the part of the temple. In either case, we would need to get in and rescue anyone inside.
I rushed forward, and entered. It hadn't substantially caught fire yet, but I could hear some muffled voices from the upstairs. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they seemed pretty calm. Which was weird, since the roof was on fire.
I rushed up to the second floor, and as I bounded onto the landing, the voices stopped. There was this … well, it sounded almost like static, but it didn't sound mechanical. It sounded spoken, if that makes sense. I rushed to the room where the sounds were coming from, and slammed into the door.
Nobody was inside. I must have gotten the wrong room. I looked back into the hallway, and the smoke and fire was getting too much. I couldn't stay in the house any longer.

Due to the placement of the main building, the fire was self-contained and did not spread to other buildings/structures within the commune. After the flames had extinguished, the ashes were thoroughly searched: no human remains or bones were discovered. It is not believed any individuals were within the main building at the time it caught fire.
Josiah Thornettle has not been found, and is presumed at large.

Interview Log: Shanon Church
Shanon Church was one of the most senior members of SCP-5682 and a direct associate of SCP-5682-α. She was not present at SCP-5682-β on July 19th, 1968, and thus managed to avoid being captured during the Foundation/UIU raid. However, she was apprehended in 1974 by the UIU and brought in for questioning concerning SCP-5682-α.

Interview Transcript
SCP Blackwire: Well, well, well. Look who it is. One of the cult leaders herself. We thought you burned to death with Thornettle.
Church: Josiah didn't burn to death. He ascended into heaven, something that we can't just take for granted. The angels came and whisked him away, and him alone. He was always the closest to them.
UIU Powell: We have difficulty believing that. It's awfully convenient for him to have disappeared at the exact moment when we were finally closing in on him. We finally get close, and then, and only then, does he vanish into the aether? Why not any sooner?
Church: Josiah was the only one of us who could have, but he didn't want to go alone. He wanted to take us with him. He could have left any time earlier. But you came for his head. And now I am locked out of heaven, the only man who could have taken me forced to run.
SCP Blackwire: Seems most likely he just burned to death. I mean, you weren't even there.
Church: Did you find any bones? No, you wouldn't have. Because he ascended.
UIU Powell: Putting that aside, what if he just wasn't there that day? And just went into hiding?
SCP Blackwire: Like you.
Church: Once the temple had been built, Josiah never left. He stayed with his people. It was his life's work. He ascended. I alone escaped. You destroyed everything he — we — had ever worked for. We were reaching for the fruit of salvation, and then you cut down the tree.
SCP Blackwire: Salvation. Guess what? We know what you were dealing with. We call them [REDACTED] and they aren't fucking pretty. These are beings that [REDACTED]. If your boyfriend managed to get into their home at the end, he isn't alive anymore.
Church: Ah, yes. The so-called [REDACTED]. Merely fear and superstition, perpetuated by people that do not understand the truth. It is common for the unenlightened to fear that which they do not understand. I know the angels could scare those that have not seen them before, but they are holy nonetheless. Tell me, Operative, have you ever experienced any of the revelations that we offered in the commune? Any of the enlightenment?
SCP Blackwire: Have I willingly exposed myself to dangerous anomalies? No. Never.
Church: You wouldn't get it, then? Would you? These things require faith. You have to take that first step into the water.
SCP Blackwire: You aren't the first person to give me that line.
Church: I wonder why? Maybe there's some truth to it?
UIU Powell: Let's get back on track, shall we? The topic at hand is Josiah Thornettle and what happened to him. That's what we're here for, and we'd like if you could tell us about him, Ms. Church.
Church: The answer is simple: Josiah performed a ritual only he himself was capable of achieving. It required the highest level of attunement with our beliefs to achieve, and he was the only one who came close. The rest of us were trying to get there, but never could. He was a prophet. He escaped into a higher plane, and abandoned this world.
SCP Blackwire: I highly doubt he was a prophet of any stripe. Nothing he had was all that compelling.
Church: You've only heard it all second hand. This was all direct. You need to see to believe. The visions had so many facets you'll inevitably miss some of them.
SCP Blackwire: We haven't been able to find your plane, you know. Nothing has worked. We've tried knives that cut dimensions, technology that shouldn't exist, everything. Dead ends.
Church: Interesting. I wouldn't know why that is, but I would hazard the guess that heaven resists heretics. You cannot break down the pearly gates.
UIU Powell: Poetic. Ms. Church, I feel we are done here. Do you have anything else to add?
Church: No. I know what I believe. And I know that you have barred me from those pearly gates. Only Josiah is with the angels.

Following this interview, Church was given the same amnestic therapy regimen as other adherents of SCP-5682. Following her release from custody, she no longer practices SCP-5682 and has had no contact with any other anomalies.

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Message Received: 01/02/2020
Subject Line: Again, congratulations

Doctor Kristiansen,

Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting.
In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision.
We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued.
Hoping you are well,

O5-7
22122592

Item #: SCP-5683
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5683 is to be neutralized as soon as possible.
In order to reduce the number of containment breaches, it is to be constantly dosed with a stream of sedatives — the chemical makeup of which is to be adjusted constantly in order to prevent SCP-5683 from adapting to it. In the event that these sedatives are unsuccessful in disabling SCP-5683, the containment chamber is to be immediately flooded with hydrochloric acid.
All termination attempts must be approved by project head Doctor Kristiansen.
Description: SCP-5683 is a large arachnid organism, capable of rapid regeneration and bodily modification. It is extremely hostile to all human life, and will constantly attempt to breach containment in order to engage in mass slaughter. This is usually performed via injection of venom using its mandibles and impalement using its legs.
Although SCP-5683 has demonstrated the capability for basic reasoning and planning when hunting prey, it is not believed to possess human-level intelligence.
When placed into a threatening situation, SCP-5683 will quickly adapt in order to become more resistant to whatever form of danger is being posed to it. These adaptations will persist until said danger is no longer present.

Addendum 5683-1 (Termination Order): Due to frequent containment breaches and the increasing drain on Foundation resources brought about by SCP-5683's continued containment, a termination order on SCP-5683 has been issued. Termination will be overseen by the new project head, Dr. Kristiansen.
The following is an archive of attempts to terminate SCP-5683, along with discussions regarding them:

Discussion Log 5683-1
Subject of Discussion: Introduction of new project head, deliberation over initial termination attempts regarding SCP-5683.
Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday.

<Begin Log>
Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffs) Do you smell something burning?
Junior Researcher Silva: I'm told there's been a mild, ah, accident at the cafeteria earlier today, sir. I apologize.
Doctor Kristiansen: I see, I see. (laughs) Hopefully we'll fare a little better than them, eh?
(Laughter.)
Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir!
Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business.
Doctor Kristiansen: Right, yes, of course. So — SCP-5683. I've read the documentation, but I've always found accounts from those working with the anomaly can be much more helpful. Anything I should know?
(Pause.)
Researcher Hall: Well … I suppose…
Doctor Kristiansen: Well? Out with it, man.
Researcher Miles: It's smarter than it looks. If it spots a way to escape, it'll take it in an instant.
Doctor Kristiansen: Well, maybe we can use that.
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Anyone else?
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I won't lie, I expected more. For now, we're going to do some basic stress tests on the thing. Start off with tissue samples, then try it out on the genuine article. No point getting complicated if we can just kill it with fire, eh?
Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir.
<End Log>

Termination Log 5683-1
Stimulus: Incineration at a temperature of 850 °C for a period of thirty seconds.

Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully incinerated without relapses.
SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 thrashes and screeches upon introduction of heat for thirty seconds, before developing armored plating covered with an unknown substance that prevents combustion.

Discussion Log 5683-2
Subject of Discussion: Further attempts to terminate SCP-5683.
Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday.

<Begin Log>
Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffing) Jesus, that stinks. Another bad day for the cafeteria?
Researcher Miles: Seems so. Apparently, we'll just have to bear with it.
Junior Researcher Silva: Extremely sorry for the inconvenience, sir — and in regards to the last termination test, sir, I'm afraid it, well, was expected.
Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you, Junior Researcher. I hope you didn't think I seriously believed that would work. It was a test to establish a baseline.
(Pause.)
Junior Researcher Silva: Yes, sir. Very good, sir.
Doctor Kristiansen: And lose the 'sir'.
Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir.
Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business.
Doctor Kristiansen: Yes, yes, of course. I've contacted the O5 Council and requested the use of some anomalous substances to aid with termination — not anomalous enough to qualify for containment, but anomalous enough to help us out here. Probably less toxic than whatever they've got in that cafeteria, too.
(Laughter.)
Researcher Hall: Nice one.
Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you.
Junior Researcher Silva: Just for logging purposes, sir, may I inquire about the specific substances we're shipping in?
Doctor Kristiansen: Of course. Y220, Y835 and Y436. I'm told they should be arriving within the week — I expect each would be enough to do the job, but it's best to hedge our bets. This spider doesn't compare to the lizard, I'll tell you that.
(Junior Researcher Silva smiles.)
Junior Researcher Silva: You've worked with the lizard, sir? When was that, if you don't mind me asking, sir?
Doctor Kristiansen: Um, well, a few years back, I suppose — we had a containment breach back then. It … (frowns) … it wasn't pleasant.
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Anyway, Y220, Y835 and Y436. Get that logged.
Junior Researcher Silva: Excellent choice, sir.
Researcher Hall: Fantastic work.
Researcher Miles: Magnificent.
<End Log>

Termination Log 5683-2
Stimulus: Y220

Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully converted into glass, which then violently explodes.
SCP-5683 Results: 80% of SCP-5683's body converted into glass within nine seconds, which then violently explodes. Regeneration increases in speed until SCP-5683 is completely healed within thirty seconds.

Termination Log 5683-3
Stimulus: Y835

Tissue Sample Results: Sample splits into two independent organisms, which then kill each other through mutual injection of venom.
SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 splits into two entities, SCP-5683-1 and SCP-5683-2, which then inject each other with their venom. SCP-5683-2 perishes near-instantly, but SCP-5683-1 adapts an immunity to the venom and survives. SCP-5683-1 then consumes SCP-5683-2 to regain lost mass.

Termination Log 5683-4
Stimulus: Y436

Tissue Sample Results: Sample is reduced to a fine mist.
SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 is reduced to a fine mist. All lights in the facility turn off — when they reactivate three seconds later, SCP-5683 has fully regenerated.

Discussion Log 5683-3
Subject of Discussion: Termination of SCP-5683.
Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday.
<Begin Log>
(Doctor Kristiansen kicks his chair angrily. It falls to the floor.)
Doctor Kristiansen: The file says adaptation, right? A-dap-tat-ion. Coming back to life when the lights turn out is not adaptation, it's some magic bullshit!
Junior Researcher Silva: Please calm down, sir.
Doctor Kristiansen: Silva, I swear to God.
Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir.
(Doctor Kristiansen sighs, picks his chair up, and sits down.)
Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business.
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: I'm requisitioning Y910.
(Pause.)
Researcher Hall: (slowly) That's a little …
Researcher Miles: Are you sure about that, sir?
Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. I am absolutely sure about it. If the GOC can use it to poison gods, I think it can take care of one giant spider.
Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir…
(Doctor Kristiansen stands up.)
Doctor Kristiansen: But nothing! And, and another thing — we're losing the tissue test! The O5's will replace Bray soon, and I'm not going to be sitting around wasting time!
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I'll … I'll take full responsibility for the decision.
(Everyone in the room turns to look at Doctor Kristiansen.)
Junior Researcher Silva: You will, sir?
Doctor Kristiansen: Should anything go wrong, yes.
Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir! Very good!
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Well, uh. Get preparations underway.
Researcher Hall: Of course.
(Doctor Kristiansen walks to the door and leaves the room.)
(Laughter.)
<End Log>

Termination Log 5683-4
Stimulus: Y910

SCP-5683 Results: Energizing response. Containment breach in progress.

<Begin Log>
(Doctor Kristiansen and Junior Researcher Silva run into the secure bunker. Doctor Kristiansen seals the door behind them, then slumps against the wall.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
(Pause. Doctor Kristiansen looks up and sniffs.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Oh Jesus, what's that smell?!
Junior Researcher Silva: It must have … it must have gotten to the reactor, sir. I'm so sorry, sir — this is all my fault.
Doctor Kristiansen: Your fault? How so? What did you do?
(Pause. Doctor Kristiansen stands up.)
Doctor Kristiansen: What the fuck did you do?!
Junior Researcher Silva: I … it's my job sir, my duty, to oppose actions that — actions that I believe are ill-advised. I didn't do that for you, sir. I'm sorry.
Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. Yes!
(Doctor Kristiansen approaches Junior Researcher Silva and jabs a finger into his chest.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Do you know how many people have died because you couldn't do your job? Because you refused to?
Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir. But … you're the one, sir! You wanted to use Y910! You wouldn't listen, sir!
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) Are you trying to make me your scapegoat, Silva?
(Junior Researcher Silva shakes his head.)
Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm not … I'm not, sir … but there are procedures, sir, for a — for a reason. The tissue sample … you must admit, even a little —
Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) When we get out of here, I am going to tell the Council the truth about what happened here. The truth about what you've done.
Junior Researcher Silva: But…
Doctor Kristiansen: Shut your fucking mouth, Silva.
(Pause.)
Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir — with all due respect — I don't think that will be possible.
Doctor Kristiansen: What do you mean?
Junior Researcher Silva: This chamber, sir … it isn't nearly strong enough to survive the reactor overloading, I'm afraid.
(Doctor Kristiansen staggers backwards, head in his hands.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Shit. No, no, no no no, shit.
(Pause. Junior Researcher Silva sits in the corner.)
Junior Researcher Silva: I shouldn't have led us here, sir —
Doctor Kristiansen: No, you shouldn't have.
Junior Researcher Silva: — but, and this is with all due respect to your countless accomplishments, sir, you … you must admit some personal responsibility.
(Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (screaming) Shut the fuck up! Stop talking about whose fault this is! What the hell is the matter with you?!
(Loud banging is heard against the bunker door. Doctor Kristiansen yelps and retreats to the back wall.)
Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! Please! Please!
(Junior Researcher Silva stands in front of Doctor Kristiansen. The bunker door is ripped open, revealing SCP-5683 standing behind it. It moves inside, screeching.)
Junior Researcher Silva: Sir, I'll — I'll occupy it! Please, run!
(Pause.)
(Doctor Kristiansen pushes Junior Researcher Silva towards SCP-5683 and prepares to run.)
(SCP-5683 disappears.)
Doctor Kristiansen: I — I — wha…?
(Junior Researcher Silva turns towards Doctor Kristiansen.)
Junior Researcher Silva: Disappointing, sir. Extremely disappointing.
Doctor Kristiansen: What?
(Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall and Security Chief Aday enter the bunker through the torn-open door. Doctor Kristiansen again approaches the back wall.)
Doctor Kristiansen: What's going on? What happened to 5683?
Junior Researcher Silva: I'm afraid, sir, that there's little reason in keeping a dummy around once it's served its purpose.
Doctor Kristiansen: Its … its purpose? What are you talking about, man?!
Junior Researcher Silva: As a substitute, sir.
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: I don't…
Junior Researcher Silva: You mentioned you worked with a lizard, sir. That there was a containment breach. If you don't terribly mind me asking, how did you escape that situation? It seemed quite lethal, didn't it?
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: …where am I?
Researcher Hall: Don't ask pointless questions.
Researcher Miles: Don't ask questions you know the answer to.
(Pause. Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.)
Doctor Kristiansen: (hoarse) Who are you people?
Junior Researcher Silva: We are the Jury, sir. Your Jury. And I'm afraid you've disgraced yourself quite horribly once again.
(Pause.)
Junior Researcher Silva: Would you like me to clarify anything for you, sir?
Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) How long have I been here?
Junior Researcher Silva: A considerable amount of time, sir.
Doctor Kristiansen: How much … how much longer will I be here?
Junior Researcher Silva: Until you take responsibility, sir.
(Doctor Kristiansen moves into the corner, shaking.)
Doctor Kristiansen: This is … this is my fault.
Researcher Miles: You say it, but you don't mean it.
Researcher Hall: You don't mean the things you say.
(Pause.)
Doctor Kristiansen: Please. I'm sorry.
Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business.
Junior Researcher Silva: Of course.
(Pause — then Doctor Kristiansen runs for the open door. Before he can reach it, however, a black iron chain appears from around the corner and wraps itself around his throat.)
Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
(The chain pulls Doctor Kristiansen out the door and around the corner at extremely high speeds — it proceeds to drag him out of the complex, slamming him into every wall as it passes a corner.)
Doctor Kristiansen: It's not my fault! It's not my fault!
(The floor and walls drop away, revealing what is behind them. There is a great deal of blood. There is a great deal of fire. There is a great deal of suffering. There is a terrible stench.)
(Laughter.)
(Laughter.)
(Laughter.)
(Doctor Kristiansen starts screaming, and never really stops.)
<End Log>

Message Received: 01/02/2020
Subject Line: Again, congratulations

Doctor Kristiansen,

Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting.
In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision.
We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued.
Hoping you are well,

O5-7
22122593

« SCP-5682 | SCP-5683 | SCP-5684 »


Item #: SCP-5684
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Currently, all activity that may be related to SCP-5684 or any of its instances must be monitored.
Description: SCP-5684 is the designation given to an event that occurs every November 19, in which two light beams1 colored bluish and purple, respectively, make an appearance in multiple areas of the world, both pointing towards the Moon when activated regardless of Earth's logical rotation. The following is a table showing SCP-5684's most frequent spawning areas.

Date
Location of SCP-5684-A
Location of SCP-5684-B
Notes

November 19; 2026, 2027, 2028 and 2029
Madrid, Spain
Mexico; exact location undetermined
N/A

November 19; 2030, 2031 and 2032
Osaka, Japan
Philippines; exact location undetermined
N/A

November 19; 2033, 2034 and 2035
Norway; exact location undetermined
Berlin, Germany
N/A

November 19; 2036, 2037 and 2038
Copenhagen, Denmark
Aarhus, Denmark
N/A

November 19, 2039
Sevilla, Spain
Sevilla, Spain
See Addendum 5684/1

It is completely unknown what generates SCP-5684 and how it has the ability to activate in areas that have been invaded by SCP-ES-244, not being affected in any way by the said anomaly.
It should be noted that the lighting generated by both SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B, despite illuminating a large part of the satellite, has never affected and/or targeted Selene-Site-129. In 2039, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B jointly targeted Selene-Site-129, causing an anomalous effect on personnel found on the upper floor of it. (See Document 5684/1 for more information)
Addendum 5684/1: Update 11/19/2039

++ Review Documentation [LEVEL 3 OR HIGHER]

-- Access Granted

 SELENE-SITE-129 REPORT

On November 19, 2039, SCP-5684 and SCP-5684-B appeared in the same location, this being in Spain, at 19:00 AM in that country, where it is presumably believed to have once been Seville. Once activated, they both targeted Selene-Site-129. We do not yet know at the time of writing this document why both instances carried out this action, although we do not know whether they were conscious or not from the beginning, and surely, we will probably never know.
However, when that event occurred, staff members sleeping in each other's assigned rooms on the upper floor described that as SCP-5684 struck the facility with blinding splendor, they felt a shocking warmth and happy feeling. A feeling that was widely described as "similar to when a friend of yours achieves something that he wanted for a long time." In addition, the staff who were awake at the time felt a joyful feeling, one that lasted throughout the next month.
Additionally, not only did this occur but after the event, some 200 meters from Selene-Site-129, a monolith of a mineral similar to common amethyst could be found. Once we went exploring and checked the perimeter, it was possible to see that there was something inscribed on the figure that read:

To my love, a coin.
For my love, I'd give my life.
For my love, I'd reach the moon.
And with my love, forever I'll stay.

There have been no further incidents. SCP-5684 is considered neutralized.

— Res. Maia Ross.

Footnotes
1. As of now, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B.

« SCP-5683 | SCP-5684 | SCP-5685 »


The location of Provisional Site-100.

Item #: SCP-5685
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-100 has been established around SCP-5685 to assist in containment. Every Friday, three members of MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") are to be present on site to ensure that the apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 do not harm on-site personnel or enter a human settlement.
Description: SCP-5685 is an Airstream motorhome located in an unpopulated area of the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. On Fridays, at UTC 12:00 am, SCP-5685 will begin to emit sounds in a rhythmic, musical pattern up to 120 dB and produce a variety of colored lights from its windows. As this occurs, 20 to 30 Class-I apparitions will manifest around SCP-5685 armed with picket signs, baseball bats, fruit, and toilet paper1. The apparitions will then proceed to vocalize, shouting obscenities and other derogatory statements, while throwing objects towards SCP-5685. Due to the apparition's focus on SCP-5685, they will not willingly move away from it and will typically ignore Foundation personnel. At 6:00 am, SCP-5685 will return to its original state and the apparitions will demanifest.
All attempts to examine the interior of SCP-5685 by forced entry or relocate the anomaly have failed.
5685-UPDATE-1:
On December 13th, 1996, a Class-II apparition, identified as PoI-6852, stood on top of SCP-5685 and claimed that Foundation personnel were responsible for its inability to access SCP-5685. How PoI-685 manifested near SCP-5685 without Foundation personnel knowing is currently unknown and is being investigated. The transcript is below:

Incident Log-01

«BEGIN LOG»

PoI-685: Hello. Hello? I said hello!
The Class-I apparitions simultaneously turn towards PoI-685.
PoI-685: Good, good. Now that I got your attention, I want to ask you, why are you here?
Unknown Voice 1: My wife leaked my porn collection to my entire family when I died, and now I'm forever shamed and can't pass on.
PoI-685: Um, nice story. But I'm asking you all why you're all here at this spot, not still here-here. Get it? I'll tell you why! It's because you all wanna get down and throw the biggest party the whole damn afterlife has ever seen! I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voices, feel it in all of your, uh… souls? You want the music, the drinks, the lights, the excitement your wispy wishy-washy ghostly vessels deprived from you. Name one other place that'll give you that - just one! - Yeah, that's right, there is none.
The group of apparitions begins to mummer and whisper to each other.
PoI-685: And do you know why we can't get in? Because those assholes inside decided we weren't good enough! They say we'll 'ruin the feel'! That is some grade-A bullshit right there. They're just a bunch of selfish good-for-nothings. I won't have it and you shouldn't either! But that's not the end of it. No siree, those eggheads in those fancy coats in the back, behind you, right there, can't miss them. Really, please, just turn around.
Several apparations observe Junior Researcher Richard eating from a bag of chips. Once Researcher Richard notices this, he retreats to Provisional Site-100.
PoI-685: See that? Why would they run? Because they're part of it, that's why. That's why they here—to keep us out! Want to know what I say we should do? I think we should mess them up real good and make sure they don't show their sorry asses around here again!
George Washington once said "Give us death or give us punch", and since they can't give us death, I want the fucking punch right now! Am I right, or am I right?
Unknow Voice 2: He's right! I was there when George Washington said it.
PoI-685: That's what I'm talking about, man! Come up here and give me a high-five!
A Class-I apparition levitates above SCP-5685 and gives PoI-685 a high five.
PoI-685: So we won't stop until we get what we want, right?
The apparitions shout in agreement.
PoI-685: Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!
The apparitions begin to smash their signs against SCP-5685, which they then turn into plasma and demanifest. The apparitions then begin to proceed towards Provisional Site-100 repeating the phrase "Give me death or give me punch!".
PoI-685: Yeah, that's right! That's right.

«END LOG»

PoI-685 circa 1983.

As Provisional Site-100 was assaulted by 26 Class-I apparations, PoI-685 separated from the group and disappeared from view. MTF Mu-13 was deployed to engage and disperse the apparitions. After this event, the apparitions were observed to be more hostile towards Foundation personnel.
5685-UPDATE-2:
At 2:00 AM on December 27th, 1996, a circle about fifty meters in diameter with various thaumaturgic symbols inscribed inside its perimeter appeared around SCP-5685. PoI-685 was observed giving a speech to several apparitions while standing on top of SCP-5685, accompanied by an approximately three-meter tall humanoid with red skin and caprine features dressed in a formal black suit that was carrying several documents.
Samuel Bond, Head Researcher of SCP-5685, confronted PoI-685 from 15 meters away through a megaphone while secured inside a vehicle. The transcript of their exchange is below:

Incident Log-02

«BEGIN LOG»

As the vehicle approaches, PoI-685 ceases talking and turns towards Bond.
PoI-685: So that's why I need a tenth of your soul—Why, hello there! Wait, that's you, isn't it? Sammy! How long has it been since we last met? Must have been awhile. I thought you were still working for good ole America.
Bond: How did you even get here? The last time I saw you, you were screaming like a banshee when you went to Hell.
PoI-685: I did, but as you can see, I'm still looking peachy! Made some same new friends while I was there, too. You see folks, me and him go way back.
Unknown Voice 1: Why you acting so friendly with him? You said we couldn't trust those eggheads!
PoI-685: And who said I do trust him? I'm just doing what they always say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Ain't that right, buddy?
Bond: I'm not your buddy.
PoI-685: Sure you're not. So what do you want, my old fleshy friend?
Bond: What is your game here, Samthems? Do you really think I let you do whatever you please? This isn't like 84', I can put you in a box quicker than you can run that mouth of yours.
PoI-685: Sheeesh. This new job of yours must have you even angrier than you were before. I'm just here talking to my brothers and sisters on what our next plan for liberation is!
Bond: And that is?
PoI-685: We're going to make our own city! With its own rides, stores, casinos, and everything. And, of course, me as their leader.
Unknown Voice 2: Yeah! I want a carousel!
PoI-685: And you're going to get it!
Bond: And I assume it is going to be the help of that demon beside you, right?
The Caprine entity bends down and whispers into the ear of PoI-685.
PoI-685: Um, that's classified. Just know I have friends, friends in low places. And they're going help us stick it to the man upstairs.
Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, about that, though. I like my soul, and we don't have any money.
Bond: Of course you don't. He's a liar, he's just using you for who knows what. In fact, you all need to leave this place, now. This man brings nothing but bad news, trust me.
PoI-685 throws a stack of money towards an apparition.
PoI-685: A little piece of your being taken wouldn't hurt if you got some money! Now would a liar give his people some compensation?
Bond: Yes! That's exactly what they'd do.
PoI-685: Then why would this fine gentleman beside me associate with me.
Bond: It's a demon!
PoI-685: Wow! Judging people because of what they are? Shame!
Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, shame on you!
Unknown Voice 1: We don't want your kind here! Git on out! Git!
Bond: Listen, he's—
Unknown Voice 4: Shame!
The crowd of apparitions begins to shout "Shame" repeatedly until Bond leaves the area.
PoI-685: Yo, how long would it take for [pointing upwards] to find out about this?
Caprine entity: I don't know.
PoI-685: Great.

«END LOG»

Every Friday since this incident, PoI-685 has manifested with a podium on top of SCP-5685 with the caprine entity at their side. Upon manifesting, PoI-685 will began to give speeches on topics about injustice, courage, piety, and the economics of a soul. Subsequently, the number of apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 has increased with each consecutive Friday, reaching a population of 112 instances carrying objects3 bearing PoI-685's face. When a Class-I apparition was captured during one of these events and questioned on why they are supporting PoI-685 in their goal they stated:

He's going to get us what we want, bitch! That's right, we're going to build our own shit in front of their shit and see how they like being kept from things. Yeah! So I got to give a part of my soul, it'll all be worth it in the end. How do I know? He said so, that's how!
Wait, hold up, what is that? What the fuck are you guys about to do? [Extraneous Information Cut]

Head Researcher Samuel Bond then initiated several campaigns to discredit PoI-685 by using the information of their past actions, albeit changed and dramatized to prevent an informational breach. However, this has resulted in Bond being declared as a "clown" by the apparitions that manifested around SCP-5685 - who now yell at him whenever he appears around them. On the last campaign, when Bond was forced to leave after excrement of an unknown entity was thrown at him, the circle around SCP-5685 began to illuminate for several minutes until 450 Class-I apparitions, 312 humanoid demonic entities, a Ferris wheel, five roller coasters, two twenty-story hotels, several entertainment centers, a 100-meter ta tall golden building with a neon sign in the shape of PoI-685's face on its side, and a 500 meter in diameter wall with a five-meter tall golden gate surrounding the objects manifested around SCP-5685.

A section of SCP-5685-1.

These structures were collectively designated as SCP-5685-1. A group of 30 four-meter tall winged reptilian demonic entities were positioned around SCP-5685-1 and would attack any Foundation personnel that approached it. Provisional Site-100 was spatially relocated 1,000 meters away by unknown means during this event. No missing persons or casualties.
Head Researcher Samuel Bond called an emergency meeting with Director of Thaumatic Site-100 (Alexander Lamb) and Head Captain of MTF Mu-13 (John Macleod) to discuss future containment of SCP-5685 and PoI-685. The transcript is below:

«BEGIN LOG»

Bond: We are in trouble. Through unforeseeable events, the apparitions that manifest around SCP-5685 have organized themselves with demonic guards and… amusement rides. They even extended their manifestation time, somehow. We believe this is the cause of this apparition, Douglas Samthems, that they were able to accomplish this. He claimed to be from another dimension and committed several paranormal crimes in the 1980s. We thought he was self-contained in Hell after his last outburst, but we were clearly wrong.
Lamb: Weren't you with the UIU when we stopped them? Why didn't you request reinforcements to get him contained earlier if he was this much of a nuisance?
Bond: He was mostly harmless, especially since his partner was captured. I didn't think it would get this bad this quickly. Besides, we could have used resources for something more grave than a motorhome at the time.
Lamb: Like your speeches against him. Because I saw them, and they're sure ain't pretty. One part screaming two parts complaining.
Bond: Sir, If you have seen them, then you know I did my best. That man has a talent with comes to situations like these. In fact, when I first encountered—
Lamb: I didn't ask for an explanation.
Macleod: If I may interject, I still don't really know why I am here.
Bond: To capture Douglas, the ghost!
Macleod: Yeah, but I can't do that when there are demons outside that'll breathe fire at us the moment we get six feet near them. If you have a girl that appears in mirrors and writes on walls with blood and feces, we're the guys to call. But this, hell no. My momma raised no fool.
Bond: So you're telling me you can't do your one job—bust ghosts?
Macleod: Listen, if you think we're going tussle with five-hundred pounds of demonic muscle you need a mental check! Get real.
Lamb: Enough! We need to focus on the situation at hand. Samuel and the ghost man are clearly responsible for this, so we're just going to have to form a plan to get rid of the demons, and then take out the kingpin.
Agent Willet, visually distressed, comes inside the meeting room.
Willet: A huge entity just appeared in the sky in front of the buildings in SCP-5685-1!
Bond: How? What is it?
Willet: I don't know, but it's calling for you, sir.
Bond: And? Why would I go there because it said my name?
Willet: They say they're the sword of God.
Bond: What?
Willet: And they sound pissed.

«END LOG»

At 7:00 am, a ten-meter tall, luminescent, multi-winged humanoid descended from the sky and levitated in front of the largest building in SCP-5685-1. PoI-685 was observed on top of the building waving a pole with a white flag attached to it and wearing several crosses.
An assembly of eight Foundation personnel was deployed and given aerial transport to assist with the situation. This operation was lead by Samuel Bond due to his experience with PoI-685 and expertise with demonic and spectral entities. It is to note that deployment was not interfered with by the demonic entities surrounding SCP-5685-1.

Incident Log-03

«BEGIN LOG»

As the helicopter carrying Samuel Bond lowers on the roof of the targetted building, multiple apparitions4can be seen surrounding PoI-685.
Bond: Samthem, what in the lor—
PoI-685: I wouldn't say that right now if I was you. My new guest in front of us is a bit sensitive to that type of language.
Bond: What have you done?
PoI-685: It's more of what have we done situation now. You and I and are getting judged, buddy!
Bond: Judged? Judged on what?
Winged Humanoid: Douglas Ventile Samthems of the unknown worlds and Samuel Bond of Earth, you are both found guilty on all accounts of producing reckless noise around one of thy's many Providences! You have five cycles to cease all activities and leave thy's land or accept thy consequences.
Bond: Me? I am one who tried to stop him from being around your "Providence".
Winged Humanoid: Lies! Were you not the one who participated in the acts of debate with Samthems?
Bond: What?
Winged Humanoid: Were you not the one who perpetrated the encouragement of protest against thyself?
Bond: That wasn't on purpose!
Winged Humanoid: Silence! Your lips drip nothing but venom and untruths. You are guilty!
Bond: Guilty?
PoI-685: He got you there, Sammy. But don't worry, this'll be over in a second.
Excuse me, you, who stands on top of those who are below. The only reason you are having so much noise outside your place is that you wouldn't let all these kind folks around me enter it. Besides, who uses an RV for a Providence? You're just asking for junkies.
Unknown Voice 1: Yeah—
PoI-685: Shutup, I'm talking. So yeah, this can all end if you just open your doors and let us have fun for a few millennia.
Winged humanoid: Irrevelant! Judgment has already been placed, there is no—
PoI-685: Or you could just let us stay and have our little place for ourselves. I have a permit from H.E. double L. And one of the big shots there has taken a liking to this place, so I'd be careful if I was you. Don't want to mess with their bottom line.
Winged humanoid: Blasphemy! To think we of the High Order would take the writings of that place as legitimate is absurd! They deal in trickery, we deal in re—
PoI-685: Woah! Read before you judge, my friend, I promise it has more than you think.
The winged humanoid levitates down as PoI-685 produces a document from his back pocket and gives it to them. After several minutes of reading, it speaks.
Winged Humanoid: And this includes the capital and [Illegible] that will go through your domain?
PoI-685: You betcha!!
Winged humanoid: And the food?
PoI-685: If you so choose to dine.
Winged Humanoid: Understood! I will bring this new information to the Supreme one. You are allowed to exist around thy's providence for now!
The winged humanoid begins to glow brightly before forming into a sphere and accelerating upwards into the sky before disappearing from all view.
Bond: The hell did you do?
PoI-685: Sammy, the same thing I'm going to do with you. Make a deal!

«END LOG»

5685-UPDATE-3:
Due to the elongated manifestation time of SCP-5685-15 and the increased presence of Abrahamic entities after Incident-03, Provisional Site-100 has been transformed into Site-78 to accommodate its new function. An agreement for dealing with SCP-5685-1 has been made with PoI-685, which includes the following details:

Selected Foundation personnel may enter, monitor, or apprehend guests and residents of SCP-5685-1 that are considered Persons of Interest and are not affiliated with PoI-685's inner circle.

Foundation personnel will not display open hostility towards the populace of SCP-5685-1.

Foundation personnel will help in the advertisement of SCP-5685-1 inside the anomalous spectral community to ensure its effectiveness and longevity.

For a full list, see SCP-5685 Treaty Vol.1.
A conference meeting was shortly held after it's an inscription with PoI-685, Alexander Lamb, and Samuel Bond to solidly the agreement.

«BEGIN LOG»

Foreword: The meeting was held in a secluded area near Site-78. It consisted of Samuel Bond, PoI-685, and Alexander Lamb via a digital monitor.
Lamb: So is that all you have to tell me, Douglas?
PoI-685: You set up your little surveillance unit in my town and catch whoever's on your blacklist or whatever you call it, and I'll make sure nobody interferes with your business. Only if you make sure nobody messes with mine.
Lamb: And?
PoI-685: Five percent of all my profits go to you. Satisfied?
Bond: This is ridiculous. This is him we are talking about! He almost killed hundreds in '84. He almost killed me! Who even knows if this "town" of his would even work!
PoI-685: I didn't almost kill you—I was closer than that. And, besides, with the deals I made, there's no way this place won't be booming. And I would never try to you hurt you folks. Scouts honor.
Bond: We can't accept this. I won't accept it!
Lamb: You're going have to deal with it, Director. This did happen on your watch, or have you forgotten that?
Bond: I have already explained myself. We are caught between a deal between Heaven and Hell, we can't afford to trust someone like him in this matter.
Lamb: We don't need trust from him if you do your job right.
PoI-685: I agree, trust is overrated.
Bond: I just can't believe it.
PoI-685: When you think about it really hard, they're all of them are the same, really. You just need to find out what they want, like I did you to you. You got to look in the future, Sammy, we are all trying to make things work here. So what about it? [Extends their hand towards Bond.]
PoI-685: Partners?
Bond: Fuck you.

«END LOG»

Site Director Samuel Bond is to assist in the longevity and success of this agreement.

Footnotes
1. Due to the wide variety of Class I apparations and their independence from SCP-5685, they will not be given an SCP designation.
2. A.K.A. Douglas Samthems. Given PoI status after various paranormal crimes that involve several hostile encounters with GoI-06 ("Unusual Incidents Unit") through 1980 to 1984.
3. Shirts, signs, hats, mugs, etc.
4. Carrying various signs and shirts with PoI-685 face with the words "Fight the man" on them.
5. Starting on Friday at 12:00 am and ending on Sunday at 12:00 am.

« SCP-5684 | SCP-5685 | SCP-5686 »


Item #: SCP-5686
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5686 is to be kept from the public. Any schools of thought approaching the discovery of SCP-5686 are to be closely monitored. New discoveries of SCP-5686 are to be debased and their discoverers amnesticized.
A file containing SCP-5686's debut article is to be stored on any eligible researcher's devices. This article may be transferred via email attachments, but these emails must be permanently erased from the database within 48 hours, either manually or automatically.
SCP-5686 is only to be internalized with approval.
Description: SCP-5686 is an edible heuristic. SCP-5686 can be actualized through extended contemplation. While physically SCP-5686 occupies no space, nor contains any matter, it can be interacted with as a solid object of no discernible appearance. When in this state, SCP-5686 will disappear if it ceases to touch a human body.
If ingested, subjects report a successful internalization of the method, and profess feeling capable of facing their fears. SCP-5686 ingestion has proven useful in treating chronic depression and anxiety disorders, as well as stress-related health issues.
SCP-5686 is real if you want it to be.
A heuristic is a process by which a human can "shortcut" their thinking, and thus create easier paths for problem solving. For example, the representativeness heuristic (debuting in Judgment Under Certainty: Heuristics & Biases by Amos Tversky and Daniel Kahneman, published in 1974) is the process by which the brain can assess what category an object might fit into based on its similarity to other objects in that group.
SCP-5686 was first seen in a self-help magazine titled █████████ in 2002. The article introducing SCP-5686, written by A█████ D████ (PoI-5686), professed that SCP-5686 was "a necessary addition to the human mind — a shortcut to clarity in a cluttered world." It then called SCP-5686 the hope heuristic: a process by which the brain can assess what solution a fear might have based on the solutions to smaller, similar — and more familiar — problems. A█████ D████ claimed he knew that SCP-5686 was "unnatural", but could be easily learned and internalized.
SCP-5686 is a method by which to feel calm.
SCP-5686 fails to accommodate for edge-cases. There is no method by which to ingest SCP-5686 if the subject must be tube-fed nutrients, as it immediately disappears when not touching a human body. Similar complications to the digestive tracts of subjects have proven capable of negating SCP-5686's calming effects.
Nonetheless, before Foundation involvement, public response to SCP-5686 was overwhelmingly positive. A█████ D████ saw little criticism from public figures, and suffered only a few essay critiques from members of the psychological community, none of which gained traction. During the process of amnestic distribution and debasing claims of SCP-5686's existence, it was found that a substantial number of SCP-5686's most vocal supporters were incapable of ingesting SCP-5686 themselves.
SCP-5686 is weightless.
Though subjects claim to be able to feel and sometimes even see SCP-5686, it can not be measured. It has been found that subjects who know that SCP-5686 has no mass prior to ingestion may sometimes be incapable of experiencing its effects. If told after ingestion, subjects may feel empty. In rare cases, subjects may experience a violent reaction, often including vomiting and skin irritation.
Those who successfully ingest SCP-5686 and are never made fully aware of SCP-5686's properties usually experience genuine improvement of life circumstances through their own efforts. SCP-5686's properties have so far been recorded to last as long as three decades (at which point the subject expired of heart failure).
SCP-5686 only works on certain types of people.
A█████ D████ was apprehended and questioned by the Foundation in 2003. When asked how he created SCP-5686, he instead said that he discovered it. A█████ D████ refused to elaborate on where. A█████ D████ confirmed that he had ingested SCP-5686, and experienced its beneficial properties.
In an attempt to disinfect A█████ D████ before amnesticizing and releasing him, A█████ D████ was made aware of SCP-5686's properties regarding weight, mass, and incompatibility. However, A█████ D████ did not report emptiness, nor did he experience a violent reaction. When asked how, A█████ D████ said that he was "aware of the difference between what is real and what is useful."
SCP-5686 is a tool.
Ingesting SCP-5686 is an exercise in ignorance and naivety. When subjects who had been enlightened to its properties were asked if they wished they hadn't been informed, 80% said no. The remaining 20% professed unease, and wished that there was a way they could go back to being "in the dark." So far, no such method has been uncovered.
SCP-5686 is unreliable. SCP-5686, by its very nature, is incapable of helping those it is intended to help most. SCP-5686's existence is fragile. SCP-5686 is worth examining, but is incapable of being examined. SCP-5686's purpose is futile.
SCP-5686 made me a promise.

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Artist's Rendering of SCP-5687. A lower level thaumaturgical energy has been observed to emanate from accurate renderings, though it does not display significant anomalous properties.

Item #: SCP-5687
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5687-2 is to be staffed at all times by at least one Foundation agent taking on the role of "concierge". They are to provide information to SCP-5687-2 entrants via video presentation.
Upon entry, all entrants to SCP-5687-2 will be presented with a choice of four objects:

Handcuffs. Entrants who choose this will be brought to Secure Facility 32-C for containment.
An identification keycard. Entrants who choose this will be taken to Site-33 for orientation and exams to determine their most fitting position as Foundation staff.
A spyglass. Entrants who choose this will be turned over to GoI-59171 agents who will transport them to their final destination.
A map. Entrants who choose this are to be instructed to open the map and speak the words: “main office.”

No entrants are permitted to leave. Hostile entrants are to be restrained until they have made their formal choice. Failure of entrants to comply will result in the handcuffs as an automatic choice.
The use of amnestics on entrants is strictly prohibited.
See addendums below for logs of previous containment efforts.
Description: SCP-5687 is an insignia of an eye flanked by two feathered wings. The insignia is roughly 30 cm in length and 10 cm in height. Text in Hebrew below the eye roughly translates to "Right and True". SCP-5687 is only visible to individuals who have been granted access to SCP-5687-2; those with access to SCP-5687-2 have been estimated to comprise approximately 5% of the population, almost all of these people being civilians with academic or investigative backgrounds.
SCP-5687's location varies, although it is consistently found on flat surfaces in locations with human activity.
SCP-5687's method of relocation was initially unknown, however, after several attempts to contain it, it has been noted that SCP-5687-2A is responsible for its frequent movement. (See Addenda.)
Entrants access SCP-5687-2 by cupping a hand over SCP-5687 or within 1 meter of it on the surface where it is located. SCP-5687 and its accompanying surface will then dissipate, revealing an entrance to SCP-5687-2.
Once an entrance has been opened, any individual may enter, even if they were not able to perceive SCP-5687. Only thaumaturgically sensitive recording equipment is able to capture images of SCP-5687.
SCP-5687-2 is a retail bodega arranged similarly to those commonly found on Earth. The products found in the bodega include, but are not limited to:

Periodicals.
Various food products, not all of which are intended for human consumption.
Clothing themed after GoI-5917, the Wandsmen.

Contents of the periodicals available within SCP-5687-2 range from the mundane, to information purporting to be from other dimensions, to highly classified information from the Foundation database. It is currently unknown how this information was obtained.
Directly in the center of SCP-5687-2 is a magazine titled, ‘The Wandsmen's Gazette', which is held in a locked glass box reinforced with a wire frame and protected with currently unidentified runes.
SCP-5687-2's main retail lobby is managed by SCP-5687-2A.
SCP-5687-2A is a bipedal avian creature with features similar to owls (Strigiformes). It stands at approximately 3 meters. SCP-5687-2A's wings have another pair of talons to mimic the usage of human hands. It theoretically is capable of flight, but this has not been observed directly.
Discovery: SCP-5687 was discovered in Sunset River, Florida, when high quantities of Aspect radiation were detected leaking from dehydrated corpses. The bodies were all identified as civilians who had ties to human trafficking rings. CCTV Video footage recorded a male civilian, later identified as 16-year-old Johnny Davis, performing thaumaturgic rites on these victims. Davis is now designated PoI-5687.
Addendum-5687:
Dispatched Foundation Agents located and attempted to capture PoI-5687. PoI-5687 escaped via vanishing through the newly discovered SCP-5687.
Video log added below.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 4/28/2021
NOTE: Initial apprehension attempt.

[BEGIN LOG]
<Agents Richards and Peters sit in their car outside Sunset River Mall's food court at night, near closing.>
Richards: I have a visual.
<PoI-5687 is working at the nearby McDonalds, currently mopping.>
Peters: Should be another…<He looks at his watch.> twenty minutes.
<Twenty minutes pass and PoI-5687 clocks out and walks towards his car, near which Richards and Peters are currently parked.>
Richards: Now.
<Richards and Peters get out of their car and quickly approach PoI-5687.>
Richards: Johnathan Davis?
<PoI-5687 quickly turns around, surprised.>
PoI-5687: Yes? A-and who are you guys?
<Richards flashes a badge.>
Richards: Officer Richards and Officer Peters. Come with us.
PoI-5687: Whoa, whoa, whoa, am I under arrest?!
Peters: Yes. Come with us. Now.
<PoI-5687 turns, faces his car and pauses a moment. The front left tire has been locked by a car boot.>
PoI-5687: <Whispers.> Shit!
Richards: Just make it easy for us, son. It'll make it easy for you, too.
<PoI-5687 immediately sprints past Richards and Peters, who give chase. He runs to the entrance and attempts to pry it open, failing. He notices Richards and Peters rapidly approaching and he runs left towards the employee entrance instead. Richards and Peters turn around the corner and see PoI-5687 open a half-rotting cardboard box and jump inside, disappearing in a bright flash of light.>
Peters: What the fuck?
Richards: Ho-ly jesus. I was…not expecting that.
Peters: Alright, so, fun fact; kid's not a reality bender.
Richards: But he's still a problem.
Peters: I'll call Command.

[END LOG]

Initial Investigation notes:
Initial examination of SCP-5687 showed it had a very distinctive thaumaturgic signature typically associated with GOI-5917. However, when the box was transported to Site-33 for further examination by Foundation Researchers, the marking on the box vanished, and no Aspect radiation could be found on it.
SCP-5687 was detected two days later on a brick wall inside a shopping center in southern Milwaukee.
Field Agents secured the area, Researcher Barnum from Site-33 was assigned as head of the investigation. He found no records of any thaumaturgical working associated with the Symbol.
Subject D-2348 was told to touch SCP-5687 and report his findings. No changes were observed.
Researcher Barnum then attempted to examine the symbol using a simple thaumaturgic ritual. However as he touched the symbol to begin the ritual, SCP-5687 reformed itself into a stone doorway which promptly opened to a darkened stairway leading down.
Addendum-5687-2:

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 5/21/2021
NOTE: Investigation conducted via reconnaissance drone.

[BEGIN LOG]
<The drone hovers slowly down the stairs, panning back and forth as it travels. Night vision camera reveals several rows of bookshelves, with many of the titles written in unknown languages.>
<Upon reaching the bottom step, its propellers cease functioning due to an electrical short.>
<Camera continues to record a large pair of talons slowly walking towards it.>
Unknown Entity: Why don't you just come down and have a chat?

[END LOG]

Addendum-5687-3:
After the initial failure of Drone Reconnisance, Researcher Barnum requested an exploration of the structure by Mobile Task Forces.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 5/22/2021
NOTE: Investigation conducted by MTF Sigma-2 ("Corn Watchers").
VIDEO SOURCE: Lead Agent Singh's helmet camera.

[BEGIN LOG]
Singh: Alright team, as this is an Indoor op, we'll be joined by-
Agent Wells: Woo! The Falcon is flying again!
Agent Grant: It's good to have you back old man.
Agent Singh: Yes, yes, we're all glad Agent Briggs2 is back on field duty. Agent Briggs, can you brief us on GOI-5917?
Agent Briggs: Yes ma'am, I reckon most of you know the look of what kinds of creatures we're expecting to encounter.
<Agent Briggs is seen gesturing to himself.>
Agent Briggs: From a combat standpoint, they're tough to take down. They can also fly, and generally they're capable of thaumaturgical workings. However, the only time GOI-5917 attacked us directly was during a failed prison break of SCP-5946, and no casualties were reported from the encounter.
<Agent Briggs is seen scratching at the back of his elongated neck with his talons.>
Agent Briggs: It sounds like these… people just want to have a conversation with us. Don't shoot unless you need to, but I would definitely keep your guard up.
Agent Singh: Sound advice. Agent Briggs will be taking point. We don't know how electronics are going to be affected down there so everyone has been issued chemical lighting as well. Form up!
< An exploration team consisting of Agents Singh, Grant, Briggs and Wells forms up at the door.>
<Agent Briggs opens the stone door and turns on his head lamp.>
<The team proceeds to advance. The space is lit now and appears to be a large convenience store with an unusually large book and periodical section. Sitting behind a folding table set up in the middle of the store is a large avian creature3 designated SCP-5687-2A. The creature gestures to chairs at the other side of the table.>
SCP-5687-2A: I would offer you all tea, but I know you wouldn't drink it… Are the guns really necessary?
Agent Singh: We have reason to believe you're harboring someone who has killed three people, so yes.
SCP-5687-2A: I would hardly call those book burning slavers "people", but fair enough.
<It rotates its head to Agent Briggs>
SCP-5687-2A: You must be the 4th Wandsman of Earth. I don't suppose you've reconsidered our offer?
<Agent Briggs tenses.>
Agent Briggs. I told that Arbiter of yours and now I'm telling you. My family is here.
SCP-5687-2A: Really? Was that poor soul you had test out the doorbell "family" too? You know she hardly deserved the death penalty in my opinion, not that anyone really does. Her husband was beating her, of course she'd fight back. And then the judge just wanted to look tough on cri-.
Agent Singh: Enough! What is the purpose of this facility, and where is our murder suspect?
SCP-5687-2A: This "facility" as you call it is meant to provide, in exchange for a small modicum of gossip, all of the information that your organization has decided to restrict from the public. We are journalists after all.
Agent Singh: … So you've been handing out classified information?
SCP-5687-2A: I have been teaching that which is vital to allow the citizens of your planet to defend themselves. There are large numbers of "anomalous" predators surrounding them that render them utterly powerless. It seems necessary for us to assist them, as your organization has not had a history of reliable protection.
Agent Briggs: I don't think blood sacrifices are protecting anyone.
SCP-5687-2A Your "family" strongly disagrees 4th, ask them about the Stag someti-
<Johnny Davis enters swiftly from a room in the back of the sales floor.>
Johnny: Miss 14th! Mom is-.
<All MTF agents immediately raise their weapons at the 16 year old.>
<Johnny immediately puts his hands behind his head.>
Johnny: Please… Just let me help her.
<SCP-5687-2A enters the frame once more, sprinting to the back room with a large tome in its claws.>
<Agent Singh starts chasing after it.>
Agent Singh: Briggs, with me! Grant, secure the ki-
<Agent Singh opens the back door to reveal SCP-5687-2A playing a soft song on a set of panpipes, apparently reading the music out of the book she was carrying.>
<It appears to be playing the song for a convulsing woman in a hospital bed. The soft beep of a heart monitor is heard slowly reducing in frequency as the woman slowly comes to rest.>
<SCP-5687-2A stops playing and lifts the woman's hospital gown, revealing that her leg shows serious signs of bruising and is covered in large lumps.>
SCP-5687-2A: Blast it all, they should have stayed put for longer…
Agent Briggs: What… What's happening to her?
<SCP-5687-2A shakes its head.>
SCP-5687-2A: Johnny bought his mother some life, but these rats are far too hungry.
Agent Singh: … We're taking you, the boy, and this woman into custody.
<SCP-5687-2A glares at her.>
SCP-5687-2A: You know, I rather think I've wasted enough hospitality on you monsters. Good day.
<SCP-5687-2A claps its talons together.>
<After .3 seconds of static, the video feed returns, showing the team back in the secured shopping center. The doorway has vanished.>

[END LOG]

Addendum-5687-4:

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 4/24/2021
NOTE: A member of GoI-5917 appeared in Site-33 Director Nakamura's office and requested an impromptu negotiation, identifying itself under the title, "Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon." The entity appears to have utilized an instance of SCP-5917 in order to evade security.

[BEGIN LOG]
<Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon appears in Nakamura's office, an unfurled map in its claws. It rolls it up and slips it inside a coat pocket.>
Wandswoman: Hello, Director. How do you do? <It tips its bowler hat and curtsies.>
Nakamura: …So you basically do the anomalous equivalent of breaking and entering and then take the time to act proper?
Wandswoman: <Chuckles.> It's not like I expected to be let in through the front door. Anywho, I'll make this brief, Director. There are a lot of tensions between our two factions and I'd like to broker a peace deal.
Nakamura: You're actively disseminating dangerous knowledge to the general populace and you turned one of my men into…one of you. I'm not sure how you think you can get any leverage with me.
Wandswoman: Director, please—
Nakamura: And you're giving a high schooler the power to siphon life force and put it in someone else.
Wandswoman: That poor boy's mother is dying! It's not a human disease either. Really, we're the best doctors he's got. Look, I know we're not on a first name basis, but I know you at least have a heart, unlike most people who work here.
Nakamura: Hm. I care, but it doesn't give me or you the right to give some kid anomalous items. But I know you're not here to talk about that. What do you want?
Wandswoman: Look Director… I know that interactions between our two factions haven't been the best. I'm here to offer a diplomatic solution to our problems. The last thing either of us want is to spill more blood from either your personnel or my siblings. I know of a peaceful conclusion we can reach.
Nakamura: …I'm listening.
Wandswoman: Alright. You and I technically are on the same side—
Nakamura: Doing everything you can to shatter the Veil hardly aligns with our goal. But continue.
Wandswoman: Our methods may be different, but in the end, we both serve to preserve knowledge.
Nakamura: No. You gather knowledge and sell it.
Wandswoman: We're not Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Director. The only profit we want from this is simply more knowledge.
Nakamura: Well, you have knowledge. Keep it to yourself. The Veil stays.
Wandswoman: Actually, about that. <It pulls out a seat and gestures.> May I?
<Nakamura nods; the wandswoman sits down.>
Wandswoman: The Veil…you do know that maintaining it is pointless, right? You already receive countless warning signs on a daily basis. Containment breaches, new anomalies being found everyday, more of that knowledge-deleting toxic poison you force people to breath in just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Nakamura: Mistakes happen. We cover them up. Whatever hole appears in the Veil, we patch it.
Wandswoman: But they don't stay patched forever. That Veil is going to shatter soon. Far sooner than you think.
Nakamura: …What aren't you telling me?
Wandswoman: This is the closest I've ever come to begging. <It reaches over slowly and puts a 'hand' over Nakamura's.> Listen to me. We have a lot of common enemies. Far, far more than you think. <It leans forward and whispers.> I really don't want us to antagonize each other. We really are on each other's side, despite the differing idealogies.
Nakamura: <Slowly moves hand away from the wandswoman's talons.> What's your proposal, then?
Wandswoman: You don't care about people knowing things, as long as they don't know them 'here.' We don't care about where people know things, as long as they know things. We can make a compromise.
Nakamura: And that would be?
Wandswoman: People find our shop, we take them away. They can join us or we can put them somewhere on an alien planet where an arbitrary Veil doesn't exist. You make people disappear all the time, so this really is no different.
Nakamura: If the Veil shatters—
Wandswoman: When, Director.
Nakamura: If it happens, you'll bring these people back, right?
Wandswoman: Of course.
Nakamura: Very well. I'll need to discuss this proposal with the O5 Council. Admittedly, I'm more intrigued than I thought I would be.
<Nakamura gets up. The wandswoman does so as well.>
Wandswoman: Thank you, Director. <It holds out a claw, presumably for a 'handshake'.>
Nakamura: Don't thank me. Just because we reached an agreement now doesn't mean we won't be enemies later.
Wandswoman: <It slowly lowers its hand and looks down at the ground.> I…know earning your trust won't be an easy feat, but this is a good start. That's worth something.
Nakamura: Perhaps.
<The wandswoman takes its map out of its pocket and unfurls it.>
Wandswoman: Good day, Director.
<It vanishes.>

[END LOG]

Addendum-5687-5:

VIDEO LOG

DATE: 5/25/2021
NOTE: Anomalous Ritual Conducted by GoI-5917, aided by Foundation assets
VIDEO SOURCE:
The following recording was generated by what SCP-5687-2A described as “A Ritual of Choice”.
The recording seems to show the ritual from the perspective of Latisha Davis, with viewers somehow "knowing" what she is feeling.
It does not appear possible to record a transcript of this ritual without her perspective. Currently no available method has been found that is able to disentangle this perspective from any audio, video, or written account of these events.
The reason for these anomalous attributes is currently under investigation. However, the transcript's anomalous properties have been deemed safe by Foundation thaumaturgists.

[BEGIN LOG]
<You wake up. You are in terrible pain, but you feel more lucid than you have in a long time.>
Latisha: Wha… Where? Oh… god…
<You spot a giant owl in a pantsuit at the bottom of the bed. You try to cry out, but your throat is too sore.>
<The giant owl notices you stirring, its head swiveling around to face you just like in videos. It reaches out and holds a covered cup with a straw to your face.>
<You scrabble back, or try to… the pain is excruciating…>
Owl Monster: Try not to move if you can help it, you're still not well. Please, I swear on my name, it's just water. You are as safe here as you can be anywhere.
<It's amazing how much madness you're willing to accept when you know you're about to die. You suck on the straw. The owl wasn't lying.>
<You drink your fill. Your throat is still sore, but much better than before.>
Latisha: Thank you… Where am I? Wha- who are you?
Owl: I suppose I must look strange given how long you've lived in the dark. I'm the Fourteenth Wandswoman of the planet Tell. My name is…Frasia. You've earned it. And the Foundation is bound to figure it out eventually anyway.
<You have so many questions, but for some reason you just say the first thing that pops in your head>
Latisha: Frasia… That's pretty.
<You swear, you see the owl smile.>
Frasia: I can see why Johnny's so devoted to you.
<Johnny! How had you forgotten? A hundred questions start pouring out of your mouth.>
Latisha: Where is he? Is he alright? Can I see-
<You start coughing. Frasia offers you the water again, but you bat it away with your face. It makes your head swim, but you don't care.>
Latisha: Frasia! Where is Johnny!?
<Frasia puts the cup down and pulls back a curtain beside you. You're overcome with relief. There you see Johnny, lying down on a couch with his earbuds in. He's grown so much, but he always looks so small when he's asleep.>
Frasia: He tired himself out.
<Frasia picks up a blanket off a nearby table scattered with supplies and gently drapes it over your baby.>
Frasia: Fear not, he's never far.
<Oh god, you're a terrible mother… You should be the one taking care of him, not… but you've just been so tired and it hurts so much…>
Latisha: Why are we here? What's going on?
Frasia: Johnny found me and asked for my help treating your illness. He's been staying with me for some time while I've healed you… I'm not a doctor, exactly, but I know a lot. And I fear you would have lost your life several times over if he hadn't brought you to me.
<Frasia looks away for a moment.>
Frasia: I can't take credit for waking you up though. I have some… “acquaintances” who are quite skilled with painkillers and stimulants. They have some experience with making people in your situation more… lucid. At least for a time.
<Your head swims. This is a lot to process for a lot of reasons.>
Latisha: How much time do I have?
Frasia: Enough to make a decision. I'm afraid your time living in the mundane world you knew is over, but you need not stay in it.
<Frasia waves a hand and suddenly you see an office filled with people all examining some sort of strange, tentacled dog creature together and making notes.>
Frasia: Your first option is to join the SCP Foundation. They're a group that seeks to protect the Earth from things that would try to destroy it. They are…complicated, but as strongly as I disagree with some of their methods, they genuinely want to help. They have enough technology to keep you alive for some time, though I can't say how long.
<You think about that. This definitely isn't the first time you've seen something you couldn't explain. And you know what's in your legs isn't normal. None of the doctors knew what to make of it… If these were the Men in Black, were they your best shot at living long enough to see your son graduate?>
Latisha: You said I had other options?
<Frasia nods, she spreads her wings once more and the image of a strange massive tree covered in large, but not so scary looking lizards appears in your mind. They're moving crates up and down the tree, and talking to some people in a large hollow lined with stone.>
Frasia: You second option is to become a colonist on another planet. The sapient beings there would have technology that could aid in healing you, but I admit it's a frontier world. If you were healthy I would reccommend it as a wonderful adventure, but as you are…
Latisha: I get it… It sounds nice for some folk, but I don't think it's for me. What's next?
<The image fades and Frasia Weaves you a new one. You see yourself strapped to a table, with furious notes being taken. You see the doctors around you monitoring your vitals and dissecting the rat things they take out of you.>
Frasia: This one is like the first option, but with you having considerably less freedom. Rather than joining the Foundation, you become one of the things it contains. It means they would likely devote more energy to studying your illness though, it may even increase your chance for a cure, but I wouldn't count on having much… agency under their care.
<You get a sinking feeling in your gut. Had Frasia put the only good option at the start?>
Latisha: Is there any other option?
Frasia: Yes… Though I don't want to minimize the price of it.
<The image in your mind fades once more and you see yourself standing in a massive library filled with bird creatures like Frasia. You feel a strange sense of family and purpose to the place… but it has the strangest undertone of doubt.>
Frasia: Your final option, and this is the option that gives you the best chance of survival by far, is to become one of us. The Wandsmen are a team of interdimensional reporters that seek to preserve knowledge and life. Your body will be strengthened greatly and the parasites inside you will flee from it… But you won't be human anymore.
<Frasia looks… strangely defeated.>
Frasia: I know it sounds silly, worrying about what you see in the mirror when dimensions are crumbling around you, but… You have to rebuild your sense of self after something like that, even though your mind doesn't change. It's not pleasant.
<You grit your teeth. There's really only one answer here.>
Latisha: How do I become like you?
<Frasia looks at you, surprised.>
Frasia: Latisha, are you sur-
Latisha: Frasia, I've got a kid to look after. If this is my best chance to stick around to protect him, then I have to take it.
<Frasia seems to consider this… She nods. She reached behind her and hands you some sort of… Scroll?>
Frasia: If you're sure about this, then all you need to do is open the scroll and speak the words “Main Office”. That will start the process, though you'll need to travel the roads a bit more to finish it.
<You look at the roll of paper in front of you. It feels old, and heavy in your hand. You know this whole thing is crazy, but you don't know what else to try…>
Latisha: Will it hurt?
<Frasia looks down. She nods.>
<You take in a deep breath that strains your damaged lungs and let out a long sigh.>
Latisha: Well… Guess I gotta take my shots.
<Frasia remains silent.>
Latisha:… Main Office.

End log

Footnotes
1. A group of interdimensional reporters referring to themselves as "The Wandsmen". Their core motives and objectives remain unclear. Notably all members undergo transformation into anomalous avian entities.
2. Agent Briggs had previously undergone a transformation into a vulture like creature during a search and rescue operation. See SCP-5917 logs for details.
3. The creature is similar in size and stature to Agent Briggs, though it resembles a member of the Strigiformes order.

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