Special Containment Procedures: The objects comprising SCP-010 are to be kept in numbered locked boxes at Site-19. They are not to be worn except by test subjects.
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SCP-010 are only to be removed from storage for testing.
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Description: SCP-010 consists of a series of six (6) apparently identical cast iron collars with numbered metal tags and one (1) remote control. The control is SCP-010-1. The collars are SCP-010-2 through 010-7. The collars contain intricate electronic components and are powered by small (5 mm diameter, 2 mm thick) 100 V batteries. These batteries are rechargeable.
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The remote is a heavy black box resembling an old style hand-held radio transmitter/receiver with a primitive blue/white cathode ray screen and a series of more than 100 unlabeled buttons, as well as a frequency tuner. Through trial and error, the frequencies of all six (6) currently found collars have been discovered. A label in Russian is stamped into the metal along with a logo consisting of workers building a pyramid. No official Russian corporation or government agency uses this logo or matches the words stamped into the metal.
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Placing the collar around the neck of a person and securing it allows one to control their every movement with the remote. It is also capable of producing an adrenal response and activating or deactivating the sympathetic nervous system. The most abnormal feature of the collars is the effect they have on the body morphology. They allow the user of the remote to reconfigure the shape of the victim to an extent that is apparently only limited by the knowledge of the programming language of the remote.
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Addendum 010-1: History
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SCP-010 was discovered in the basement of a lone man in the Midwestern United States after a local disappearance was connected to him. When the police raided the man's house they found SCP-010 as well as several dead bodies. One of the bodies was identified to be the man. The others were several other missing persons. Cause of death seemed to be mass suicide; however, there were signs of significant struggle first.
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Addendum 010-2: Disassemble experiment
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Test 1: SCP-010-2 taken apart piecewise, the parts labeled and several photographs taken, then reassembled.
+Result: After reassembly SCP-010-2 continues to function.
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Test 2: SCP-010-8 constructed identically to SCP-010-2 but with the closest approximations available to the unreplicable components.
+Result: SCP-010-8 fails to function.
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Test 3: Unreplicable components from SCP-010-2 placed into proper locations on SCP-010-8.
+Result: SCP-010-2 ceases functioning with removal of components. SCP-010-8 begins functioning.
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Test 4: Components returned to SCP-010-2. Replicable components in SCP-010-2 replaced randomly with replicas
+Result: SCP-010-2 begins functioning with return of components. Changing replicable components for replicas does not significantly reduce functionality. Replacement of a damaged transistor decreased time from transmission to effect of SCP-010-2 response to commands entered in the remote by 12%.
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Addendum 010-3:
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SCP-010 has been demonstrated to work more effectively in creating unskilled labor than for any other task. The logo is apt. ~ Dr. █████
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-019 is to be kept on a wide grate in a 3 m x 3 m x 4 m reinforced concrete room, installed with an incinerator. Room is to be kept at zero (0) degrees Celsius when incinerator is not activated. An observation chamber separated by a plate glass window is to be used for constant observation of SCP-019, and if/when specimens of SCP-019-2 are observed, the incinerator is to be activated. In the event of an outbreak of SCP-019-2, ordinary firearms are successful in terminating individual specimens, although in the case of a swarm-level outbreak, flamethrowers may be more effective. SCP-019 should be kept in a vertical position at all times.
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Description: SCP-019 appears to be a very large ceramic vase, 1.8 m in diameter at the mouth and 2.4 m high. Style and decoration indicate it was created in Classical Greece, although conclusive dating is impossible, as the surface is entirely unbreakable by any known means. If a successful method is discovered, SCP-019 is to be destroyed with prejudice.
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Periodically, entities emerge from SCP-019. Collectively, these are known as SCP-019-2. The entities vary in many aspects, but tend to be small, vaguely humanoid (though they may have animaloid features), and extremely hostile. They often choose to attack with teeth or claws. Although fairly delicate (also, surprisingly, flammable), they are reasonably strong and pose a considerable threat in large numbers.
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SCP-019-2 specimen
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When kept at zero (0) degrees Celsius and totally at rest, entities will emerge from SCP-019 at a rate of approximately one (1) entity per hour. The following traits are known to affect SCP-019-2's manifestation rate:
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Movement of SCP-019
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Threat to SCP-019
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Extreme temperature highs and lows
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Sudden shift in surrounding environment
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Introduction of objects or organisms to the inside of SCP-019 (known to cause a “flood” reaction)
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Traits that may or may not influence SCP-019-2's manifestation rate:
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Presence of human life near SCP-019
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Current weather patterns
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Specific individuals near SCP-019 (some individuals seem to affect SCP-019-2's emergence rate more drastically than others)
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In addition, tipping or tilting SCP-019 will create a reaction as though it was previously “filled” with SCP-019-2 specimens, although viewers looking into SCP-019 from above will merely observe a dark hole. Due to the production rates of SCP-019-2 when the object is disturbed, measurement of the internal cavity is difficult, but it is suspected to be inconsistent with outside measurements.
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Addendum: Document SCP-019-2-A
+SCP-019-2 notes, as maintained by Doctor Light and Doctor Vaux
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██/██/████
+SCP-019-2 specimen was removed from containment chamber and kept in reinforced pen, provided with water and live chickens as food. Specimen made quiet, continuous, garbled vocalizations, determined to be phonetically similar to Ancient Hellenic languages. Although the reason for this is unknown, specimens are still thought to be no more intelligent than animals.
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The specimen lived for less than 48 hours, and a dissection revealed anatomy consistent on a cellular level with normal biology, but with an extremely unstable musculoskeletal structure. Other notable anomalies included an unstable respiratory system, nearly nonexistent digestive tract, and virtually no other internal organs. All other captured specimens have followed similar patterns of behavior and demise.
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Note: It appears that SCP-019-2 specimens were not intended to live for meaningful amounts of time outside of SCP-019. -Dr. Vaux
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██/██/████
+Containment unit was slightly damaged following prolonged exposure to SCP-019-2 specimen, missed by the monitoring team because of partial transparency. This has not been noted in SCP-019-2 before. Monitoring teams will continue to report further anomalies.
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██/██/████
+Monitoring teams report some specimens of SCP-019-2 now appear to be significantly more resistant to incineration than others. It is hypothesized that this is a defense mechanism on the part of SCP-019.
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██/██/████
+Most specimens of SCP-019-2 are now all but entirely resistant to the effects of the incinerator. Replacement of incinerator with an acid bath is being considered. “Evolution” of SCP-019-2 is being studied, and may be evidence of sentience in SCP-019.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1030-1 is to be kept in a 7m x 5m holding cell under video surveillance and staffed by one guard. Minimal furnishing is allowed, as SCP-1030-1 does appear to be able to experience "comfort" and "pain." There are to be no tangible objects in the cell except one word processor terminal, to be built into the wall of the cell. SCP-1030-1 may request materials for self-repair by typing on this terminal. Staff are to place materials in the airlock between the observation booth and the holding cell, then vacate the airlock before SCP-1030-1 is given access to it.
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Under no circumstances should SCP-1030-1 be given any sharp objects or potential writing utensils. Any attempt by SCP-1030-1 to draw or carve SCP-1030-2 shall result in revoking of word processor privileges until later review. Any resulting instances of SCP-1030-3 should be reverted by removal of SCP-1030-2, or, if more convenient, destroyed by fire.
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Description: SCP-1030-1 is a humanoid figure approximately 1.65m tall, constructed of various objects. As of █/█/████ it is composed of a pair of shoes, a computer mouse, a garbage can, 4m of rubber hose, crushed remains of a push-cart, a personal digital organizer, a labcoat, a pair of glasses, and ████ ██ ██ █████.
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Objects integrated into SCP-1030-1 corrode, rot, or otherwise decompose at an accelerated rate. Heavily damaged objects are expelled and replaced by an unknown force using other nearby objects capable of roughly filling the vacated space. Objects may contort or break if necessary, but preference is given to objects requiring a minimum of effort.
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Ruined items are not expelled until a replacement is found. SCP-1030-1 has expressed that keeping damaged items integrated is "painful."
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The only constant feature on SCP-1030-1 is the presence of a complex symbol (hereafter SCP-1030-2) that becomes engraved on the “back” of whatever analog SCP-1030-1 is using for a head. Part of the symbol includes the Hebrew word "חיים."
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SCP-1030-1 expresses periodic desire to copy this symbol onto other objects. Any objects marked in this way (known as SCP-1030-3) become animate with some control by SCP-1030-1 as long as they are within █m of SCP-1030-1. Beyond that range, SCP-1030-3 invariably become hostile, seeking out and attempting to harm any humans in any way possible. Removal or destruction of any portion of SCP-1030-2 reverts such items to their original, inanimate state.
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Recovery notes
+SCP-1030-1 was initially contained following stories of a "monster" near a garbage dump in ██████, Czechoslovakia. Agents captured SCP-1030-1 on █/██/19██ using powerful magnets, as much of its body was composed of scrap metal at the time. SCP-1030-1 offered no violent resistance, attempting only to flee at first contact, and ceased its attempts after several minutes.
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Addendum 1030-01: Deviant behavior/New containment procedures
+SCP-1030-1 has begun attempting to place SCP-1030-2 on any object it can access, with mixed success. New containment procedures forbidding the presence of non-repair objects implemented due to extra security measures needed for animated furniture. Walls and floor are now padded fabric due to severe structural damage caused by animation of walls and floor. Computer terminal resolution and size have been reduced following input of ASCII version of SCP-1030-2 that resulted in violent animation of computer terminal.
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Following implementation of new containment procedures, SCP-1030-1 has ceased regular movement and refused to type on terminal except for the word "Alone," once a day.
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Addendum 1030-02: Incident report
+Following initial testing on replication of SCP-1030-2, SCP-1030-1 was denied access to any objects for self-repair purposes with the aim of coercing SCP-1030-1 into explaining why the symbol wasn’t effective when copied by Foundation personnel. The word processor was also removed. SCP-1030-1 was told to respond by signing letters in the air.
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After 22 days with no useful response, SCP-1030-1’s components appeared to be in severe disrepair. After subject was observed to sit for several hours without motion, then-head researcher Dr. █████ entered the cell with a sealed metal box of debris on a push-cart (current containment procedures were not in place), stating intention to “tempt” SCP-1030-1.
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The resulting video record has been preserved for study.
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<0754:13> Dr. █████ enters containment cell, pauses while door is sealed behind him, and shakes cart.
+<0754:16> SCP-1030-1 rises to “feet,” immediately makes defensive or warding gestures with “arms.”
+<0754:20> Dr. █████ takes two steps toward SCP-1030-1 with cart, at which time Dr. █████’s glasses appear to fly off his face and replace a disintegrating cardboard tube as SCP-1030-1’s thumb. Dr. █████ feels face, then lets go of cart and turns to door.
+<0754:22> Dr. █████, facing door, appears to leave ground, flying backwards toward SCP-1030-1.
+<0754:25> Dr. █████'s entire body [DATA EXPUNGED] violently by an unidentified force, with no apparent regard for previous anatomical functions.
+<0754:30> SCP-1030-1 drops to “knees” and repeatedly slams own head (at the time a wastepaper bin) against back wall of containment cell for approximately 30 seconds.
+<0755:01> SCP-1030-1 rises, rocking its body, and begins stroking Dr. █████'s head and back, currently located [DATA EXPUNGED].
+<0858:15> Dr. █████ ceases movement.
+<0858:22> Push-cart accelerates toward SCP-1030-1, discarding box of debris. Cart is crushed and re-shaped by unknown means, replacing portions of Dr. █████, which are expelled onto the floor.
+<0858:40> Box accelerates toward SCP-1030-1. Box is crushed, exposing items inside. Box and all items integrated into SCP-1030-1. All previous components of SCP-1030-1 have now been replaced.
+<0858:54> SCP-1030-1 sits in corner of cell.
+<0920:10> Security and clean-up crews enter. No reaction from SCP-1030-1.
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Addendum 1030-03: Unprompted writing
+SCP-1030-1 does not typically initiate communication except to request new materials, and only offers minimal response to questions. However, on one occasion, approximately 1 hour after fruitless questioning had ended regarding SCP-1030-1's origins, SCP-1030-1 entered the following on the terminal in its cell.
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Was man.
+Man lived. Man would die.
+Maker came down.
+Maker said you live. You make. Maker marked man.
+Man lived. Man made things.
+Man died. Things made man.
+Man lived again. Man made.
+Man lived. Man made.
+Man lived. Man made.
+Man lived. Man made.
+Man lived. Man made.
+Ask maker, man die please? Man so tired.
+Maker said no. Man has mark.
+Mark is on head. Mark in head too.
+Know mark too good. Always remember.
+Cannot forget mark.
+Mark is life.
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Note: Following review of the above writing sample, simultaneous and contradictory requests have been filed by co-heads Drs. ██████ and ████████. Dr. ██████ requests total cessation of all visual study of SCP-1030-2. Dr. ████████ requests approval for use of D-class personnel for expanded research into the tattoo reproduction and memorization of SCP-1030-2. O-5 response pending.
Special Containment Procedures: Public knowledge of SCP-1537 must be kept to an absolute minimum. This entails the appropriation of any and all texts containing SCP-1537 or references to it, the monitoring of global internet communication, and the blackout of any media reporting on incidents related to SCP-1537. Any incident related to SCP-1537 or "The Brothers of Akul'hil" (TBOA) must be investigated immediately. Individuals exposed to SCP-1537-1 are to be treated with Class-A amnestics1. Personnel in direct contact with members of TBOA or SCP-1537-B instances are to wear auditory protection and be screened for SCP-1537-1 contamination post-incident.
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Complete instances of SCP-1537-A will be contained in separate 8m x 4m x 8m concrete chambers. SCP-1537-A must not come into contact with SCP-1537-B or members of TBOA under any circumstances. If engagement of SCP-1537-A is necessary, immolation of the entity is prioritized.
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Instances of SCP-1537-B and members of TBOA will be housed in separate soundproofed humanoid containment cells. These individuals are to be monitored daily via non-auditory video surveillance.
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Please confirm 4/1537 Clearance for access to special containment procedures for SCP-1537-██.
SCP-1537-██ is currently housed at Area-███. SCP-1537-██ is contained in the same manner as SCP-1537-B instances, with several specifications. The chamber is constructed of lead-lined steel and equipped with dosimeters. Should said equipment detect gamma radiation at levels of 10 grays per hour or greater, it will be assumed that SCP-1537-██ is displaying extra-dimensional properties [DATA EXPUNGED] If 10 grays per hour or greater are detected, the chamber is to be saturated with nitrous oxide until the event has been neutralized. SCP-1537-██ has been observed to sleep, pace, meditate, and converse with itself (or possibly an unknown entity). Any activity that does not fall within these parameters must be reported immediately to a Level 5 supervisor. In the event that nitrous oxide saturation fails to subdue SCP-1537-██, Contingency-Hadraniel-Alpha must be implemented (see Secure-File-Thanatos-1537). The failure of Hadraniel-Alpha constitutes the immediate detonation of Area-███'s on-site thermonuclear device.
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Description: SCP-1537 is a language associated with a group identified as "The Brothers of Akul'hil" (TBOA). SCP-1537 demonstrates no connection to or similarities with any known terrestrial language. Details regarding the origin and purpose of TBOA are presently speculative. The first known incident traced to SCP-1537 occurred in 1982 and involved several prolific groups of interest, specifically the Global Occult Coalition. Further information on SCP-1537's discovery may be found in Document-SCP-1537-Alpha.
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SCP-1537-1 is a phrase in SCP-1537 which, when spoken aloud, produces an anomalous reaction in human beings that perceive it. There are two discrete presentations of this reaction (SCP-1537-A and SCP-1537-B). SCP-1537-1 is roughly translatable as [DATA EXPUNGED].
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SCP-1537-A is the more common reaction (over 99% of subjects). Individuals affected by SCP-1537-A will undergo the following progression of symptoms:
2 days - 1 week: Fatigue, shortness of breath, mild jaundice
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1 - 2 weeks: Internal bleeding, angina
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2 weeks: Death and subsequent transformation
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Two weeks after exposure, the subject's body will rapidly disintegrate, producing a mass of pseudo-liquid material. What comprises this mass is inconclusive: some human organic materials are present, however, the majority of its composition remains unidentified. These entities are either autonomous or sentient, and are capable of both locomotion and altering their mass/shape (mass increases of 200% have been observed). The variety of shapes that SCP-1537-A entities can assume is virtually limitless, and they are capable of increasing their durability to approximately the strength of steel. The amorphous and metamorphic nature of SCP-1537-A render them resilient to most forms of physical damage; immolation is thus far the only known method of termination. In combat, SCP-1537-A have been observed to produce various appendages and structures, most often tendrils of varying length. SCP-1537-A are exceptionally agile and can propel themselves at speeds reaching 81km/h. While mainly inert, SCP-1537-A may be provoked into violence by hostile action against it, or if ordered to by SCP-1537-B instances and members of TBOA.
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SCP-1537-B is a rarer reaction (less than 1% of subjects) and produces no physical symptoms or effects. Subjects affected by SCP-1537-B demonstrate progressively fluent awareness of SCP-1537 and are capable of reproducing the language in both text and speaking. SCP-1537-1 is universally the first phrase that SCP-1537-B instances comprehend. SCP-1537-B do not display any observed psychological changes or abnormalities in contrast to their prior mental state and demonstrate a reasonable degree of surprise in response to their own comprehension of SCP-1537. However, SCP-1537-B appear to be more vulnerable to suggestion and persuasion by TBOA.
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SCP-1537-B instances are capable of giving instructions to SCP-1537-A instances in both SCP-1537 and terrestrial languages. These instructions may encompass anything from simple chores to attack orders. In addition, SCP-1537-A are both entirely loyal towards and extremely protective of SCP-1537-B, and will use their bodies as shields for the latter.
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DATA EXPUNGED: INFORMATION REGARDING SCP-1537-██ HAS BEEN TRANSFERRED TO SECURE-FILE-THANATOS-1537 (CLEARANCE 5/1537 REQUIRED).
The following materials were recovered from the Global Occult Coalition in 1982.
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File 0423-7B
+Reconnaissance Report
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The source was two men (Caucasian: 25-35, Brown/Green; Middle Eastern: 30-40, Black/Brown) claiming to be "the representatives of Akul'hil." We have no reports of any terrestrial, extraterrestrial, or extra-dimensional entities matching this identification. Intelligence from our sources within other organizations are likewise negative, though that stance is tentative. Initial observations of the pair demonstrate no irregularities and capture was uneventful (they are not hostile and gave no resistance). [REDACTED] screening was negative.
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(Excerpt from the personal log of GOC operative Anton Weiss)
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They keep spouting in some weird guttural language. I can't make head or tail of it, neither can anybody else. They keep repeating this one phrase: [DATA EXPUNGED] Nobody else thinks anything of it, but I keep hearing the words [REDACTED] in my head whenever I hear them say that. What on earth is that about? I don't like this.
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File 0423-8A
+Incident Report
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Several personnel in contact with 0423-Alpha and 0423-Beta have contracted an unidentified illness. Class IV Bio-Hazard protocols are to be immediately implemented and all affected subjects redirected to quarantine. Symptoms include fever, fatigue, and metallic taste.
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Neutralization order overridden by supervisor Kellogg. Interrogation of entities will continue to ascertain the nature of their organization. The possibility that further instances of this parathreat2 exist is currently considered to outweigh 0423-Alpha and 0423-Beta's immediate danger.
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(Excerpt from operative Weiss's log)
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Fuck. So they were carrying some kind of plague, no wonder they just let us capture them. Now we've taken them here where they can infect us all. My suggestion was blow their brains out but no that imbecile Kellogg is in charge and he'd rather pussyfoot around the problem. As luck would have it, I'm the one stuck watching their asses now, and because of what I proposed, they won't even let me carry my sidearm in the monitoring room. So now I sit and listen to them ramble away in whatever-the-fuck they speak.
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This is really getting weird. I hear them talk, and it's like I can hear two other guys chatting away in my head. My mind fills in the spaces. I've never heard this language, but it feels like I'm listening to English. I'm not coming down with any of the symptoms, so what is this? Am I contaminated? I swear to God I'll kill Kellogg myself if I am because it's all his fucking fault.
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+Incident Report
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Total personnel infected by 0423-Alpha 0423-Beta now at 11; advanced stages of the illness feature internal bleeding. Lock-down of Sector-G7 now in effect. Standby order issued by supervisor Kellogg regarding 0423-Alpha and 0423-Beta still standing. Interrogations have currently yielded no results. Standby order currently under contest by operative Anton Weiss via appeal to regional director Esperanza.
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(Excerpt from operative Weiss's log)
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██/██/1982
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Their words are boring into my head. I can understand the entire conversation. They keep talking about "him". Akul'hil. He's getting impatient with the "others." Apparently he's angry with their tolerance for "The Bellmaker". They call him a charlatan. "He's wasting our time." [DATA EXPUNGED] "Where is the daughter?" [DATA EXPUNGED] "How much longer until the servants are ready?"
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(Excerpt from operative Weiss's log)
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██/██/1982
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These things are crawling around me. If they had eyes, I assume they'd be looking at me. They want to know what they can do for me. Two weeks ago they were all my friends; now they're piles of mush.
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The daughter and her followers came. They killed everyone and let the contaminated out of their cells. She left me alive though, because I'm "worthy." Whoopdie-fuckin-doo. They killed Kellogg too. Shame, I could do with killing someone right now, guess it'll have to be you, Akul'hil. So you gave me all these "gifts", being able to understand your language, being able to command these things, because I'm worthy? Neat. The only thing I'm going to use them for is killing you.
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Remy is…lying down, I guess, next to my leg. I wonder if he recognizes me. He's a parathreat now, and I am fully capable of terminating him. I could simply order all of these things to jump in a fire. What am I talking about? I'm a parathreat now. I'm not naive enough to think that destroying Akul'hil will revert this, but my life doesn't have any other purpose now. I don't have the option of having another purpose now.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-154 is to be kept within Weapon Locker 8, in Armed-Research Site-47. Personnel wishing to research or use item must submit the required request forms. Anyone attempting to remove the item without clearance, or from outside of the facility is to be terminated on sight.
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Description: SCP-154 is a pair of simple bronze bracelets, completely circular and large enough to comfortably hang off the arm of most people. Spectrograph analysis has proven that the item is composed entirely of copper (85%), tin (11%), arsenic (3%), and traces of other slight impurities (<1%).
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When both bracelets are worn on the same arm, and the wearer concentrates on them with arms extended in a depiction of a traditional "nocked bowstring" pose (achieved by having the arm with the bracelets completely extended in front of oneself, with the opposing arm extended up to the elbow of the fully extended arm), a large, indistinct, incorporeal bow will form in the extended hand, and both bracelets will glow lightly.
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From that point onwards, SCP-154 can be treated as a bow, until the pose or concentration is broken, which results in the bracelets reverting to normal. There is no actual bowstring, but completing the motion of pulling it achieves the same effect.
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When the "bowstring is pulled and released", the bones of the arm will be forcibly ejected from the extended limb, traveling in a straight path at speeds recorded over three hundred (300) meters per second. The missing bones and resulting damage to the arm are quickly regenerated, and the weapon is capable of being "fired" again within minutes. Tests using subjects possessing multiple arms/hands, such as SCP-1884-B1, have demonstrated the ability to fire SCP-154 several times, with the bones of different arms being used with each successive firing.
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The regeneration implemented by the item is limited, only affecting the damage inflicted by the weapon itself. This regeneration seems to be an automatic action, and will continue in almost all situations. Both firing the weapon and the resulting regeneration are understandably painful, and participants which have used the item once are generally disinclined to repeat usage.
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However, there have found to be some occasional abnormalities regarding the regeneration. Most often this manifests simply as minor mutations of the original subject, such as changes in size, pigmentation, and structure of the original organelles. These are an uncommon occurrence, capable of happening during any use of the weapon, though generally tend to occur during repeat usage.
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There are more drastic abnormalities, though these are much rarer, and coincide with highly frequent use. These mutations can range from anything such as the growth of extra joints and digits in the affected arm, to a complete change of the chemical or physical structure of the limb.
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One test subject unknowingly had the bone matter within his arm converted into an unstable explosive compound, only discovering the fact when it detonated, causing two fatalities and three casualties. Another had the entire bone and musculature structure morphed into fully functional serpentine physiology.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1725 is to be held in a Safe Containment cell, located at Site-77's Safe SCP division. This locker is to be secured with an electronic locking system. Any persons affected by SCP-1725 who are found outside of containment are to be held and questioned about possible involvement with the group of interest Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, followed by the administration of a Class-B amnestic.
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Description: SCP-1725 is an ornate brass box, with an area of approximately 4x3x3 meters. SCP-1725 has a panel attached to its left side, with a dial that can adjust to nine different settings. There is also a terminal, which only activates when the dial is set to '9'. SCP-1725 does not require any outside power source to function, and does not produce any type of waste. The words "Marshall Carter and Dark Ltd" have been embossed onto the bottom of SCP-1725, and onto the top of the control panel.
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Any persons who enter SCP-1725 are subject to its anomalous effect. Any person within SCP-1725 when the dial is changed will have one of nine physical mutations applied to them. These mutations correspond with the options on SCP-1725's control panel. The mutations are designed in such a way that they cause the persons body to mimic popular fashion accessories such as earrings and high heels. For a complete list of possible SCP-1725 mutations, please see Addendum 1725-A.
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SCP-1725 was recovered on ██/██/1989, from an auction being held in █████, GA. It is believed that this auction had been set up by the group of interest Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. During the raid on this auction, SCP-1725 was recovered, along with approximately 54 other items. Testing revealed that SCP-1725 was the only anomalous item that had been secured as a result of this raid, and it was classified as Safe on ██/██/1992. This auction card was recovered with SCP-1725:
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MARSHALL, CARTER, & DARK LTD. OFFICIAL AUCTION CARD.
+Just imagine, having the most fashionable servants amongst anyone in your social circle. Seeing them writhe in jealousy as a servant who is always up with the latest trends comes up and serves you the finest foods and drinks. But keeping all of your staff up with the times can be expensive. With this lovely piece, you can be the one who has all the gentlemans clubs abuzz. They will say your employees have the elegance and poise that no other can match. And it can be all yours, for a price of only £950000. And if the staff ever start getting uppity about their predicament…give them some time with option nine.
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Addendum 1725-A: Log of physical mutations resulting from SCP-1725.
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LOG OF PHYSICAL MUTATIONS.
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Setting One "Hoops-Earrings"
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The person will begin to grow large circular holes in their ears. These circular areas will grow muscular tissue in order to keep the circular shape.
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Setting Two "Heels"
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Persons will appear to grow porcelain-like covering over their skin. This covering has an appearance similar to marble, and is extremely fragile. Due to the fact that there are no openings for the subject's nose or mouth, holes must be cut in this covering or else subjects will suffocate. In addition, large muscles will appear to grow on the subject. However, these new growths are actually a thin layer of skin stretched over a fluid filled cyst.
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Persons will grow large, sharp bone protrusions from their ears, and will gain massive restructuring of the face and body. Persons affected in this way will often have difficulty with locomotion and speech.
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The operator of the device will be given complete control of the composition of the person within SCP-1725 via a command terminal. Any changes made to the subject's body will be extremely painful to the subject, and can lead to their death. Changes can be reverted at the operator's choice.1
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1728 is to be bound with wound polyurethane fibers to a steel table 1 meter by 2 meters in area. The table is to be contained within a sealed refrigeration unit, which is to be kept at a constant 0° C — standard temperature monitoring applies. Communication with SCP-1728 is to be conducted by one researcher at a time inside the refrigeration unit with the temperature raised to 10° C and one of SCP-1728's arms unrestrained. The door must be sealed before communication begins and unsealed only after the restraints have been replaced.
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SCP-1728-1 is to be kept in a polyurethane-lined box measuring 30cm X 10cm X 5cm and stored in anomalous weapons containment. SCP-1728 is not to be made aware of SCP-1728-1's location.
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Description: SCP-1728 is a humanoid entity 1.5 meters in height and 57kg in weight. While otherwise human in form, the entity lacks a head — its neck ends in a cauterized stump approximately halfway through the larynx. Despite this, the entity is capable of functioning with normal human-like capacity and has no apparent sensory, motor, or metabolic difficulties. It cannot speak, but it is capable of writing. Subject has a grasp of the English language similar to that of a child of 8-10 years of age, and its intelligence shows likewise.
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SCP-1728 continuously exudes a substance chemically identical to unsalted dairy butter from the surface of its body. Because of this, the entity has an extremely low coefficient of friction. Removing the butter results in more being exuded to replace it. The butter generally remains closely adherent to SCP-1728's body, but rubs off on anything the entity touches. The butter has no anomalous properties when separated from the entity. Instead of fingernails, SCP-1728 has hollow points of bone that protrude from the ends of its fingers. It can channel butter through these bones to use them as pens or low-pressure jets.
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SCP-1728's only article of clothing is a pair of short burlap pants strapped over its shoulders with suspenders made of twine. Any other clothing slides off its body or becomes so damp as to be effectively useless.
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SCP-1728-1 is a 22cm-long steel knife with a handle made of cast-iron. SCP-1728 cannot easily hold onto any item other than SCP-1728-1.
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SCP-1728 actively resists containment. The entity is capable of slipping out of most forms of restraints, and will attempt to escape given any chance. It uses the butter it exudes to its advantage, sliding across nearly any surface at speeds of up to 34kph and leaving tracks of butter behind it. Its current goal appears to be to retrieve SCP-1728-1 from containment. SCP-1728 is difficult to hold onto or stop from moving; however, sufficient heat loss can cause it to mostly solidify, preventing escape. Additionally, polyurethane has shown to be capable of restraining it.
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Interview Log SCP-1728-01
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Interviewed: SCP-1728
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Interviewer: Dr. Tane
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Foreword: In the following interview, SCP-1728 was asked questions verbally and allowed enough freedom of movement with one arm to write its answers down on black paper. All answers are transcribed verbatim. Interview took place in SCP-1728's containment chamber.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Tane: SCP-1728, can you hear me?
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(nine seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: yesir jus fine
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Dr. Tane: I'm Dr. Tane, SCP-1728. Do you know why you're here?
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(fifteen seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: cos, i stabed a lady
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Dr. Tane: …The Foundation recovered you in the ████████ forest. You were inside a tree.
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(twenty-eight seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: she wodnt giv up her baag . her hors wos mad.
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Dr. Tane: And this led to being inside the tree?
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(twelve seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: i had to supert m mumy
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Dr. Tane: SCP-1728, are you aware of your condition?
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(eleven seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728:m wot conishon?
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Dr. Tane: Well, you don't have—
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SCP-1728: o, i got no haed n im all slipy yeh thatt
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Dr. Tane: How long have you been like this?
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(thirty-five seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: somtime, ladys don like getin stabed . soemtime, ladis are agry witxs
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(SCP-1728 pauses briefly as though reviewing the sentence, then continues. Nineteen seconds elapse)
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SCP-1728: im a melkmaids sonn , i tern to buter
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Dr. Tane: …Thank you, SCP-1728, that will be all.
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(SCP-1728 begins writing quickly)
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SCP-1728: wehn can i hav my knive back i wann my knive its mine
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Dr. Tane: Not now, SCP-1728.
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(SCP-1728 struggles in its restraints. Its other arm begins to slide out)
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Dr. Tane:(calling to the observing staff) Chill it!
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: The refrigeration system was turned back on. SCP-1728 solidified shortly afterwards and was manually molded back into its restraints.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1943-1 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell in the high-security wing of Humanoid Containment Site-06-3. As a former member of Foundation research staff, SCP-1943-1 is highly cooperative and thus allowed access to non-sensitive materials. All reasonable requests for personal items may be granted; however, SCP-1943-1 is not allowed to have outside contact and its security clearances have been indefinitely revoked.
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The remains of SCP-1943-2 have been cryogenically preserved in the storage wing of Site-06-3. Data regarding the analysis of materials and information recovered from SCP-1943-2 are available with permission from Level 3 Senior Researchers.
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Description: SCP-1943-1 is Sarah Gruenwald, a 27-year-old European-American female and Level 1 Assistant Laboratory Technician formerly employed in the non-anomalous chemistry laboratory of Area-██. Prior to containment, SCP-1943-1 did not have clearance or certification for handling anomalous materials and was not known to have been in contact with any anomalous phenomena or materials during the three years in which she was employed.
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SCP-1943-1 does not appear to be anomalous in any way, and has repeatedly tested negative on biological, chemical, radiological, and [REDACTED] analysis with the intent of identifying anomalous properties. SCP-1943-1 does not have any family history indicating possible anomalous influence nor any significant employment history prior to being hired by the Foundation. SCP-1943-1 is also psychologically stable and exhibits no unusual mental conditions nor evidence of having been affected by any mind-affecting anomalies or memetic agents.
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SCP-1943-2 is the remains of an enemy operative determined via extensive interrogation to have been employed by the Chaos Insurgency. SCP-1943-2 was the sole surviving operative out of a team of 25 individuals believed to be a unit of the Chaos Insurgency's Transhuman Task Force, all of whom exhibited signs of having been genetically, cybernetically, and thaumaturgically augmented to enhance their combat capabilities. These augmentations included, but were not limited to:
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All of these individuals were also equipped with devices enabling the operator to self-terminate if compromised and dead-man fail-safes intended to incinerate the body upon operator death, thereby rendering any remains unusable for analysis or post-mortem interrogation. During Incident 1943-01, all other individuals belonging to this team were killed by Foundation tactical response teams or self-terminated after being wounded or captured; SCP-1943-2 suffered a failure or malfunction in its fail-safe device that rendered it unable to self-terminate and was subsequently captured alive.
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SCP-1943-2 remained in Foundation custody for approximately five weeks before expiring from complications from its wounds as well as severe degradation of its mechanical augmentations. Subsequent autopsy revealed several degenerative conditions present in its body that would suggest that it had been nearing the end of its useful lifecycle.
On █/██/██, operatives from the Chaos Insurgency's Transhuman Task Force Zeta-3 initiated an assault on the laboratory wing of Area-██ that, through extensive analysis of surveillance footage and further corroborated by information leaked by agents embedded within CI cells, appears to have been carried out with the sole purpose of rendering SCP-1943-1 into CI custody. TTF Zeta-3 operatives disabled or collapsed several passageways at Area-██ using explosives, rendering on-site tactical teams unable to effectively respond to the assault, then quickly incapacitated the wing's security detail. Total Foundation casualties suffered as a result of the incident was determined to be █ killed and ██ wounded despite the presence of numerous research staff, suggested to be due to the single-minded goal of the CI team and their operational orders to not engage Foundation personnel that were not directly resisting their ingress.
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This assault was stopped due to the unannounced and early arrival of a subordinate unit of Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), which had intended to stop and refuel at Area-██ en route to a covert assignment in [OPERATIONAL INFORMATION REDACTED]. MTF Nu-7 was able to coordinate a counter-action with the assistance of on-site security personnel and successfully neutralized the CI assault team before they were able to exfiltrate from the outer perimeter of Area-██.
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Addendum 1943-2: SCP-1943-2 Interrogation Log
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Dr. ███████: Who were you working with, and how many of you are left?
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SCP-1943-2: Zeta-three, Archangels. I'm the last one and you already know that.
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[irrelevant content abridged]
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Dr. ███████: I don't understand how —
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SCP-1943-2: (laughs) No, of course you don't understand. You guys never do, and you never will. They'll eventually send more of us when you least expect it, and we'll get her eventually. You got lucky — damned lucky — this time, and that's the only reason we failed.
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Dr. ███████: You expect me to believe that you sent two squads of augmented operatives just for a single low-level lab tech?
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SCP-1943-2: I don't give a shit what you believe. If you want to believe that she's just human, then that's entirely on you. If you don't, it still doesn't matter; eventually you'll get careless and we'll pick her up. Easier than getting milk from the corner store.
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Dr. ███████: And the fact that none of our tests have shown anything out of the ordinary at all about her?
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SCP-1943-2: Of course they haven't. Y'all have always been blind, and I'm the one with the ocular implants ripped out.
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Addendum 1943-3: Researcher Note
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At this point, we have now tried every permutation of every possible test on her, including ones that I heavily objected to due to the danger inherent in the procedures. Absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary; as far as we can tell, she's just a normal, but very scared human being.
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This wouldn't be the first time that the Insurgency has tried to turn our resources against ourselves, and it won't be the last. I see no reason why we need to continue to detain her like this; if we can't trust our own technology and we allow ourselves to question our own people in this way, then we're going down a path that doesn't lead anywhere good. I am formally requesting that Dr. Gruenwald be declassified and released.
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Andrew Jackson heard you were talking shit about his wife.
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Hokay. Since I can't actually participate in the History based 4k contest, this is what my entry would've been. Would it have won? Nah probably not. But I like it anyway. Special thanks to my co-author The Great Hippo and voice actor Aaltje Luchtmeijer for her work on the project.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel stationed or living in the state of Tennessee are prohibited from engaging in discussions regarding the wives of former US Presidents.
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CDC and state gun death data from Tennessee is to be indexed in Foundation databases. This data is to be analyzed on a weekly basis in order to detect additional SCP-2008 events.
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Description: SCP-2008 is a non-corporeal entity that is imperceptible to surveillance equipment. As of 2017, it has caused the deaths of 47 individuals in the US State of Tennessee. Victims of SCP-2008 universally expire from severe ballistic trauma. Although these injuries exhibit patterns associated with gunshot wounds, no bullets have been recovered.
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Approximately 80% of these victims worked in or adjacent to a field dealing with US history. SCP-2008 victims are often reported as suicides due to being found with a firearm either in their hands or nearby. However: in approximately 75% of these cases, the firearm was not discharged. In cases where it was, forensic analysis has consistently failed to match the gun to the victim's wounds.
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While the majority of SCP-2008 victims hold positions in various academic settings, a small percentage possess no official qualifications in that field. It is possible that a larger number of individuals are victims of this effect than are currently documented, as various socioeconomic factors likely preclude deeper investigation by law enforcement. A complete canvassing of medical and police records is currently being conducted to determine more exact numbers.
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Addendum 2008-1
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The following forum posts were made by 'hislover101' on a website focused on historical reenactment. Foundation agents traced the posts back to Morton Richards of Tellico Plains, Tennessee. Mr. Richards is currently the only person who has encountered SCP-2008 and survived.
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5/16/2016 11:34 AM
+Your list is way the fuck wrong. Martha Washington was never first lady of the US because there was no such thing when George Washington was president. Martha Jefferson was Thomas Jefferson's daughter, not his wife. Rachel Jackson died before Jackson took office.
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5/16/2016 11:41 AM
+Right but Rachel Jackson didn't die from a broken heart. That's just sensationalism. She was old and overweight and she died from a heart attack. Van Buren's wife died of tuberculosis and he never remarried. I couldn't find information on what happened to Jefferson's wife but she died well before he was in office.
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5/16/2016 12:18 PM
+Guys holy shit a ghost just shot at me.
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5/16/2016 12:25 PM
+I don't know! I shot back and I think I hit it.
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A casing from Mr. Richards' Browning Hi-Power pistol was found at the scene; however no bullets were recovered.
My name is Dr. Lauren Stosser and I'm probably going to die today.
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I could say almost anything here that I wanted to. Almost no one will hear it anyway. Fuck it, you get my life story too. Be glad I didn't put my 682/173 slashfic in here.
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I hated my mother. She spent the entirety of her life trying to run mine. I joined the Foundation just to get away from her nagging. She always used to tell me that if I didn't lose weight I'd end up alone and miserable. I'm 134 pounds. Fuck her.
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She died a few years ago in a quiet hospital room because she couldn't shame cancer into submission.
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When the doctors said I had diabetes last month, I could hear her voice in my ear saying I told you so. At the time I thought it was the worst thing to happen to me. About a week ago the test results came back: pancreatic cancer. Turns out it was more her fault than mine. I win, I guess.
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There's something about a life expectancy measured in weeks that really puts the whole of your life into perspective. I don't regret anything, if you're wondering. This isn't some grand confession. I just want something to last after I'm gone.
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We've had a few suicides at the site over the years. Every site has a couple. It's part of the problem with a veil of secrecy and people dealing with world ending horrors. But I had a hunch while I was in the doctor's office that maybe there was more to it than that.
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I suggest that unless you're specifically cleared for this, you stop listening now.
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Still here? Cool.
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If you know what triggers the anomaly, then the chances of being subject to the effect increases by several orders of magnitude. I'm not the first person to figure this out, but I'm going to be the first to document it before he gets here. My cause of death should be proof enough.
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So fuck my mother, fuck the doctors, fuck the diagnosis, and fuck Rachel Jackson.
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare for a duel.
Special Containment Procedures: No personnel are to come within forty meters of SCP-201 at any time. Any and all work done with SCP-201 is to be performed via remotely controlled drone. Any personnel entering the containment area must be accompanied by two members of security. All personnel in containment area must wear a restraint harness with safety rope attached to the wall. Rope will allow access to within three meters of the minimum safe area. Exceeding this distance will result in physical removal from containment area and formal discipline.
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Those affected by SCP-201 are to have time and date of exposure, disappearance, and return, along with any and all personal information, recorded in Log ███████. Subjects who reappear are to be recovered as soon as possible by Agents and debriefed immediately.
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Description: SCP-201 appears to be a very old piece of medical equipment, superficially resembling an IV stand, but with many other glass and metal items attached to it. SCP-201 stands 1.8 m (6 ft) tall and has a mass of 36.5 kg (80 lbs). The metal portions are made of steel and brass, and various parts are connected with rubber tubing. The two “IV bags” are porcelain and are open at the top. SCP-201 was recovered in ████████████████ Hospital, in a long-unused storage area. No record of SCP-201 appears anywhere in hospital records.
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Entering within thirty meters of SCP-201 can result in the subject being displaced into an alternate reality. This effect is apparently random, with some subjects remaining totally unaffected after exposure to SCP-201. Those affected will cease to exist in our reality between one and forty-eight hours after initial exposure. Durations of displacement vary between a few hours and upwards of eight years. Time spent in this alternate reality can vary greatly from actual time elapsed in our reality.
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This alternate world appears identical to our own, with these exceptions:
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It is apparently in a state of constant twilight, with no sun or moon visible at any time.
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Large banks of very dense grey fog travel very low to the ground. These fog banks are unaffected by wind, and can make exposed skin feel very sticky and dirty.
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There is no plant or animal life anywhere. All places of human habitation, including major cities, appear as if all life suddenly vanished in the same instant.
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Most, if not all, electrical systems appear to be broken or without power.
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The air will randomly take on a grey-brown tint, accompanied by strong wind.
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Subjects displaced to this “alternate world” report initial surprise and curiosity, which are shortly replaced with very strong feelings of loneliness and fear. The severity varies widely with individual subjects and with time of displacement. Upon the end of displacement, subject will re-integrate from this “alternate world” to our own, which can cause a great deal of shock, especially in urban settings. Most subjects who remain displaced for more than three months suffer lasting psychological damage consistent with being sequestered within solitary confinement.
In addition, reports of intermittent, fragmentary broadcasts have been returned by subjects attempting to repair power to media devices such as televisions and radios. It is unclear if these are real or the product of the degraded mental states of those remaining long enough to complete said projects, but reports consistently resemble automated messages prepared by the Foundation in contingency for XK-Class Scenarios. Testing will commence if viable samples can be recovered.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-2060 are to be kept in empty, 3m3 frog terrariums, with each variant grouped together in a single habitat. An industrial-grade dehumidifier should be active in the habitat room at all times. A 16-watt white LED bulb light should shine into each habitat at all times.
+Once per week, a veterinarian that specializes in small mammals should manually feed each instance of SCP-2060 with three grams of tobacco.
+Before using instances of SCP-2060 in tests, a proposal must be submitted to the Ethics Committee for approval.
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The boxes that contained instances of SCP-2060 are stored in the Low-Security Physical Archive Wing of Site-42.
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Description: SCP-2060 refers to multiple 15-cm-tall duplicates of various [former] politicians and popular celebrities, (such as Pele, William Clinton, M.S. Subbulakshmi, Nicolas Cage, Nelson Mandela, etc.). Each duplicate is dressed in the same attire: an unmarked black dress suit with a small circular badge (depicting flags of their counterpart's nationality) pinned to the lapel, a white undershirt (on which unknown symbols have been sewn), a red and white plaid tie, and black dress shoes. Standard animal intelligence testing has shown SCP-2060 instances to have cognitive functions approximately equivalent to the common brown rat (Rattus norvegicus). Dissection has shown that instances of SCP-2060 are genetically and biologically identical to their human counterparts.
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Despite being miniaturized to the point where higher brain and bodily functions would be nonexistent, instances of SCP-2060 show no ill effects, and are capable of locomotion, typically wandering and exploring their enclosure. SCP-2060 instances are able to speak, but only repeat quotes that are on the public record as having been spoken by their larger counterparts, and do not respond to actual speech. Occasionally, instances of SCP-2060 may repeat the phrase "Help me! Save me! Stop this!" and then quickly revert to their normal speech patterns. Instances of SCP-2060 generally die if not used within 45 days, although this length may be extended by being fed unspoiled tobacco.
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Instances of SCP-2060 may be used as cigarettes. When the head of an instance is ignited and the feet placed in the mouth, the user will experience the effects and taste of smoking a cigarette, up to and including nicotine addiction. Instances of SCP-2060 will continue to burn up to the lower torso, down to the bone until scorched; they do not burn past the waist. SCP-2060 instances appear to feel pain, reacting in a manner similar to normal humans if ignited or masticated, but continue to utter phrases spoken by their counterparts. The phrase "Help me! Save me! Stop this!" will appear with greater frequency and at a higher pitch. Users describe observing SCP-2060 burning as satisfying and calming.
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While an instance of SCP-2060 is being used, the user will either sympathize with the political affiliation of the smoked instance's counterpart or express greater proficiency in and appreciation of their artistic talent, depending on the instance used. Initially, the effect only lasts while an instance of SCP-2060 is in use, but lasts longer as more instances are used, eventually becoming permanent. In the event that instances with different political affiliations are used consecutively, the user will experience what appears to be a form of dissociative identity disorder, expressing solidarity with the political affiliations of all smoked instances simultaneously. Users are ignorant of these effects, and will claim to have always supported said political affiliation, even when confronted with proof of the discrepancy.
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SCP-2060 was acquired along with several other SCPs following a raid on the curio shop "Curios of the Worlds" in ███████. Several rows behind the counter were lined with cigarette packs containing instances of SCP-2060. Each pack was labeled in a variant of Swedish that transliterated into Sanskrit.
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The front side of each pack containing a politician reads:
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MARLBORO LEGACY EDITION TM
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SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: SMOKING KILLS. SMOKING MAY EFFECT IRREVERSIBLE POLITICAL OR RELIGIOUS CHANGE THAT MAY ALIENATE NEIGHBORS, COLLEAGUES, AND LOVED ONES. SMOKING INCREASES THE RISK OF UNCONTROLLED BINARY FISSION. GANDHI SMOKED IN THE PUPA.
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Property of Phillip Morris UBC
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Addendum: Incident 2060-1:
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On ██/██/██, an instance of SCP-2060 resembling Nicolas Cage escaped its terrarium. It entered the ventilation system and proceeded through Site-42, wreaking havoc on various non-essential electrical systems within the ventilation. The instance caused a fire when it entered the Hazardous Materials Testing Ground. D-14542, a heavy smoker and previous tester of SCP-2060, incapacitated the instance by stepping on it, then placing its head into a fire and smoking it. While being smoked, D-14542 reported that the instance repeated the following phrases until its head was burnt up:
+"I want to be Bob Denver on acid playing the accordion! From somewhere else! We burn every day! Kill us! Killing me won't bring back your god damned honey! They promised us immortality! A legacy! Put the bunny back in the box! 1010101 Westminster Abbey, New London, United British Colonies! This isn't what we were told! They aren't us, they aren't us! Shoot him again, his soul's still dancing!"
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A scanner reproduction of an instance of SCP-2076 affecting an advertising folder
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Item #: SCP-2076
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to its properties, active containment for SCP-2076 is to be established through live remote monitoring of any media sources connected to any cities in the state of Illinois. The activation of Disinformation Protocol CEIRT-27-04 ("Bowdlerization") is to be carried out on a weekly basis by Foundation-operated assets linked to active distribution to major informative sources.
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Description: SCP-2076 is the defined designation for an infohazardous publicity campaign currently manifesting through folders, billboards and local radio and television transmissions in the state of Illinois. When compared to non-anomalous publicity efforts, SCP-2076 shows no visually perceptible signs of anomalous properties in its layout, design or distribution, and is laid out as a common low-budget marketing operation.
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The content of instances of SCP-2076 will invariably consist of false or incomprehensible messages delivered through short sentences highlighted in vibrant colors and depicted by forms of imagery representing a part of the situation or statement described by the phrase. This combination will be perceived by sapient beings as a part of a common and credible advertisement asset solely distributed through means of communication and will be interpreted as legitimate by any affected instances.
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Any sapient beings affected by an instance of SCP-2076 will show continuous interest in taking part in the activities described by the infohazard, while holding a constant need to permanently introduce the depicted situation to one's daily activities in an ordinary manner and while not being able to perceive any egregious peculiarities involving one's recent behavior.
A depiction of SCP-2076's manifestation during Incident 2076-A
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On the date of July 21st, 20██, active containment measures detected an anomalous manifestation affecting several folders being freely distributed in the "████████ Neighbors and Women's Association"2 matching the pattern of previous activity involving SCP-2076. The manifestation was initially observed as a publicity folder showcasing a large amount of cardboard boxes being carried and pushed by human beings. The captioning of the folder during this manifestation was: "Feeding your cardboard box with baked potatoes can increase the survival of the Golden Lion Tamarin?". Following this manifestation, a significant turnover in capital stock related to packaging industries in the city of ███████, IL was registered along with a sudden increase in food chain sales of baked potatoes. A Foundation-elaborated public research conducted on the date of July 26th, 20██ revealed that two in three members of "████████ Neighbors and Women's Association" had recently acquired a relevant amount of cardboard boxes with no apparent given purpose. At time of writing, no alterations in the life cycle for specimens of Leontopithecus rosalia3 was registered in the wild or Foundation-operated preservation centers.
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+Addendum 2076-A: The following is an excerpt of a report elaborated by the ███████ Health Surveillance Department following a complaint made by a citizen identified as the side neighbor for Ms. Addison █████████, known by the local community as the current president of the "████████ Neighbors and Women's Association".
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[…] Entering the house, a foul scent identified by our on-site specialist as that of rotting vegetation was noticed by the crew. The source of the scent was then detected as several cardboard boxes positioned on the inside and the outside of Ms. █████████'s household. Inside each one of the cardboard boxes, several pieces of vegetal matter were found in an advanced state of decomposition. […]
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Incident Log 2076-B: On the date of December 12th, 20██, active monitoring detected a massive influx of emergency services requests reporting a shooting of massive proportions inside the ███████ Police Department Precinct. Medical evacuation assets addressed the number of casualties as 2██ human beings holding self-inflicted facial bullet wounds. A covert Foundation-operated inoculated response team ruled the cause of the incident as a mass hysteria episode related to a cognitohazardous manifestation of SCP-2076.
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Object Class: Thaumiel (SCP-2140-1-D is considered Neutralized)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2140 poses no threat to Foundation personnel. Deployment to counter hostile SCP-2140-1 instances under the conditions of Appendix A is authorized. Expanded deployment against other threats must be approved on a case-by-case basis by O5 command and the Ethics Committee.
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Every possible effort should be made to prevent creation or discovery of additional instances. Any person exposed to, or possessing significant knowledge (as defined in Appendix C) of any SCP-2140-1 instance is to be terminated, amnesticized or exposed to SCP-2140 at the discretion of the Strategic Threats Officer.
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The fragments of the only known copy of SCP-2140-1-D are permanently sealed in secure deep storage at the facilities listed in Appendix E.
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Area-313 Deep Storage
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Description: SCP-2140 is an image derived through Project Kallinikos from SCP-2140-1-D. SCP-2140-1 instances are alternativeversions of the image. All instances depict glyphs in the [REDACTED] script.
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While it is possible for persons of any background to view isolated portions, 100% of persons who view a complete SCP-2140 (regardless of medium) are loyal Foundation personnel with 2/2140 clearance or higher. These persons invariably have highly corroborated personal histories (with multiple eyewitnesses, known Foundation colleagues, and documentation) consistent with this profile. The presence of corroborating physical evidence supports the hypothesis that this is a retroactive alteration to personal history such that the person will always have been a loyal Foundation employee with appropriate clearance. It is suspected that this anomaly follows a "path of least resistance" and alters the minimum necessary number of events (Appendix B). No record exists of any experimental test subjects (such as D-Class personnel) or any other person lacking appropriate background and clearance viewing the complete image.
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SCP-2140-1-D was first located at the [REDACTED] dig site ███ km west of [REDACTED], Uzbekistan. Irregularities in the dig team's reports were noted and due to the nature of the dig site, a memetic hazard was suspected. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was deployed and faced heavy resistance from the dig team. The researchers and security personnel were later discovered to have been a covert cell within the Foundation dedicated to the retrocreation of [REDACTED] and were killed resisting capture.1
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Following recovery, Project Kallinikos was enacted. The project's separate teams analyzed sections of SCP-2140-1-D in isolation. Their findings were given to the compartmentalized implementation team which was then able to produce a working prototype of SCP-2140 with zero exposure to the original. All members of the project (including all personnel exposed to early prototypes) were subsequently exposed to SCP-2140 and amnesticized.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2158 is kept in a lockbox in Site-17. SCP-2158-1 is kept in the Site-47 morgue.
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Description: SCP-2158 is a Remington Model 1875 revolver clasped in the disembodied hand of Joshua Graham (1868-1893). It is unmodified save for hand-made grips of cow-horn. It fires .44-40 cartridges. Any bullet fired from this revolver will change course upon leaving the barrel, taking the most direct route to SCP-2158-1, where it will lodge itself, passing through any obstacles.
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SCP-2158-1 is the embalmed body of Stanley Tewksbury (1871-1924), a rancher originally buried in Punkin Center, Arizona. It currently contains over 130 bullets, 80 of which were present before retrieval.
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SCP-2158 was found in an abandoned ranch house in Punkin Center, held by the corpse of Joshua Graham, another rancher. MTF Psi-8 investigated to determine no lines of communication had been opened. Researchers were then allowed to access the body for study. Autopsy showed death by hanging as the cause of death. Most of the body was badly decomposed, but the hand was mummified and could not be removed from the revolver.
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Notably, Stanley Tewksbury died of natural causes thirty years after Joshua Graham passed away.
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-2314 specimens are to be kept in a dormant state in Level 4 Biological Hazard Cryogenic units at Biological Research Site-129. All specimens and infested hosts are to be handled exclusively by personnel wearing Level B hazmat suits, and all personnel involved in the handling of SCP-2314 are to be scanned by MRI for possible infestation both before and after testing procedures.
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SCP-2314-1 is to be contained in an M-Type Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell (M-HACC). SCP-2314-1 is to be regularly interviewed to determine if usable intelligence has been received and/or if new instances of SCP-2314 have been detected by it. At least one member of the Foundation Intelligence Agency is to be present during interviewing.
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Description: SCP-2314 is a genetically modified species of roundworm most closely related to Caenorhabditis elegans. Specimens of SCP-2314 rarely grow larger than 0.7mm and, unlike C. elegans, lack all reproductive systems. Outside of a host, SCP-2314 has a natural lifespan of approximately 36 hours. After being introduced to the host by ingestion, SCP-2314 burrows through its host's soft tissues and seeks out the optic chiasm. SCP-2314 attaches itself using a series of small appendages and burrows into the optic orbital area to encapsulate itself with the surrounding tissue. This process takes between 3-7 days, during which SCP-2314 actively suppresses the host's T-helper Type 1 (Th1) cells in order to pacify the immune system. Afflicted subjects manifest no significant symptoms during this phase. Vivisection of extracted specimens has revealed the presence of human genetic material in SCP-2314, notably glial cells and neurons, replacing the organism's simple brain.
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Out of 24 DNA samples extracted from SCP-2314 specimens removed from compromised individuals, 2 have been linked to SCP-2314-1. At this point in time it is unclear whether or not SCP-2314 specimens linked to SCP-2314-1 exist outside of Foundation control. This cannot be ruled out however and in accordance with inter-organizational intelligence protocols, other organizations at risk have been briefed.
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Foundation-wide emergency MRIs have revealed at least 37 personnel compromised, including Field Agents, Senior Research Staff, Mobile Task Force personnel, and a limited number of Site Directors. Personnel found compromised by SCP-2314 have been subjected to a specialized surgical procedure to remove SCP-2314 specimens, and administered Class Delta amnestics to ensure full operational capacity following surgery. Patients do not experience any residual consequences from this surgery.
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SCP-2314-1 is one Marlena Toropova, born 06/03/1982, Shatoy, Chechnya. SCP-2314-1 claims to have been a member of a GRU Division "P" Remote Viewing Division stationed at OKB-16.1
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SCP-2314-1 illegally entered the United States of America on ██/██/19██ and became an American citizen on ██/██/19██ after a pardon issued by President George H.W. Bush. Information obtained from SCP-2314-1 points to a discontinued surveillance project by GRU Division "P" under codename "Project Eyestalk"2, utilizing and manipulating identical twins in order to establish an undetectable communication channel for use in international and inter-organizational intelligence operations. SCP-2314-1 has delivered satisfactory evidence confirming at the very least the existence of SCP-2314 and the communication between it and a remote viewer.
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SCP-2314-1 indicates receiving transmissions from SCP-2314 instances incorporating the DNA of its identical twin (one Olga Toropova, deceased), showing it scenes observed by compromised individuals. Images are described by the subject to overlap natural visual input. SCP-2314-1 indicates it was required to report on these scenes in writing during its time at OKB-16, and has kept a large number of notebooks during the years after its departure from that site. These notebooks have been taken into custody and are currently being examined to determine the extent of possible intelligence leaks to GRU Division "P". The exact magnitude of this is currently unknown. Aside from SCP-2314-1, no living3 receivers have been recovered at this point, though it is impossible to rule out that others like SCP-2314-1 remain outside of Foundation control.
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Interview 2314-1: At 9:02 on ██/██/20██, SCP-2314-1 presented itself at the front desk for Seven Sisters Productions4, asking to speak to Agent ██████████, the current SFCL (Senior Front Company Liaison) for Seven Sisters Productions. SCP-2314-1 was immediately taken into custody when it began reciting Agent ██████████'s service record. The following preliminary interview took place several hours later.
C.S.O. Camden: Okay, let's begin. Who are you? We have no idea where you came from, but you just waltzed straight into Seven Sisters Productions spouting classified information.
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SCP-2314-1: My name is Marlena Toropova and I have seen this place many times. I need to speak to someone in charge.
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+C.S.O. Camden: Well, you'll have to make do with me for now. Greaves, get me everything you can on Miss Toropova here. (S.O. Greaves leaves the interrogation room) Now then, you say you saw this place before. How is that? Have you had us under surveillance? Who do you work for?
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SCP-2314-1: I-I do not work for anyone, Mr. Camden. I will tell you exactly what my business here is…but not before I meet with Agent ██████████.
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+C.S.O. Camden: Regardless of how you know who he is, ██████████ will not be joining us. Like I said, you'll have to make do.
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SCP-2314-1: Fine, you are forcing me to do this, Mr. Camden. You nearly failed your last physical because of your habit of-
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C.S.O. Camden:(becomes visibly agitated) Look, who's been narking? Was it Jones? Little F-
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SCP-2314-1:(interrupts) Get Agent ██████████. I am not a threat, I swear…
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+C.S.O. Camden: The hell you are. Sit there and don't move. (Camden leaves the room)
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Interview was paused for approximately 36 minutes as C.S.O. Camden conferred.
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(C.S.O. Camden reenters the interrogation room with Agent ██████████)
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C.S.O. Camden:(C.S.O. Camden turns to Agent ██████████) This is miss Marlena Toropova. She's all yours.
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(C.S.O. Camden exits room and joins S.O. van Dijk to monitor the interview)
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Agent ██████████: Good morning, Miss Toropova. You've managed to spook our security staff quite adequately, I have to say. You can call me ██████████, though it seems like you- well, you already know that. I'm going to keep this as brief as possible. We have a vehicle waiting to transfer you to a more secure location after this interview.
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SCP-2314-1: Yes. To Site-88.
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+Agent ██████████:(pauses) Right. Of course. Now, on what agenda have you come here?
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SCP-2314-1: I am here to tell you about what you would call a…scip? Is that how you say it? I have seen the word, but never heard it pronounced.
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+Agent ██████████: It's a colloquialism, but yes, that's how you pronounce it. Now, what would this be about exactly then? And I do have to remind you that it's no good lying to us. We will get the truth from you anyway, but it'll be much more pleasant if you cooperate.
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SCP-2314-1: I know, I have seen your methods. I was a part of a GRU-P Remote Viewing Division, a project. They…they did terrible things to us, to me. You are compromised, Agent ██████████.
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+Agent ██████████: Remote viewing? Really? And how am I compromised, Miss Toropova?
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SCP-2314-1: With my own eyes I can see through yours, Agent ██████████. I can tell you your wife is a pretty blonde, but the years of being your rock at home have taken their toll. She's weary and you fight a lot lately. You have three children, one boy, two girls. Twins actually. You-
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+Agent ██████████:(shaken) Fine. Jesus. Enough of that. And how did you come by this intelligence?
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SCP-2314-1: I have already told you. But I will tell you our story. I will tell you our story, and then you can ask your questions. Please, just hear me out.
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Agent ██████████:(sighs and leans back) How nice of you. Go ahead, you have my attention.
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SCP-2314-1: Thank you. (pauses) It was a long time ago. My sister and I came home from school and there was a man waiting for us. My mother was nervous. I did not know the man, and I do not think my mother did either. All she said was that the man was here to take us to a special place, that we were special and gifted, and that we should obey. The man did not say anything. He took us outside, pulling us along when we tried to resist. I could hear my mother crying behind me. Outside was a military vehicle and he made us get in. We were not alone in there. There were at least 10 more children, all twins like my sister and me.
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Agent ██████████: Did you know where you were being taken?
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SCP-2314-1: One of the special work camps, out in the Siberian wastes. The guards told us when we asked. They called it OKB-16. When we arrived, it wasn't that bad. There was little to do outside, but we were greeted by a group of women who promised to take good care of us. And they did, we never lacked toys or food and drink. They kept promising us our parents would visit, but they never did.
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Agent ██████████: So how long did you and your sister stay at this OKB-16?
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SCP-2314-1: I…we were there for 5 years. My sister and I were together for 3 of those years. We were educated by the Mothers, as they called themselves, and almost every day we would get escorted to the main building, where the doctors would inject us with some medicine, or perform tests, or observe us, or make us do exercises, such as trying to guess what the other was thinking. They made it into games, we enjoyed that. They said it was so we could become heroes to our country. We learned the routine and it was simple.
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(SCP-2314-1 pauses)
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SCP-2314-1: We missed our mother and father, but we were told every day that we were doing great work, that mama and papa were proud of us. So we did as we were told, it just worked that way, every day. Sometime in I think it was '87, my sister and I were led to a section of the main building we had not been in before. It was like a hospital. We were both terrified, and we were separated by the doctors. I was taken to a warm room with a nice bed and a television. My sister disappeared to another room, behind a large door that had strange symbols on it. That is the last I saw of her. They told me my parents had asked to take her home and that they had been allowed to. I was very upset and angry at my parents for leaving me. I know better now. I saw the graves with their names on it. And I also know what happened to my sister.
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Agent ██████████: Excuse me, but I am still not sure how this is relevant to your visit here.
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SCP-2314-1: Dreams, Agent ██████████, dreams. At least, at first I thought they were. During the first night after my sister's disappearance, I could not sleep for all the images I was seeing, all on top of each other. They were very confusing, but I could not get them out, even when I closed my eyes. I did not sleep that night. When I told the mothers the next day, they seemed very happy, and soon I was visited by the doctors again. They seemed very happy too. After that, more twins were broken up. Sometimes both of them disappeared, sometimes one would stay, like me, and one would disappear. In the end, there were only 4 of us left. I only managed to get away because of the confusion when the Spetsnaz came.
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Agent ██████████: The Spetsnaz?
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SCP-2314-1: They arrived in the night, but I had seen them coming. My sist- I will get to this, Agent ██████████. Bear with me.
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Agent ██████████: Fine. You got out. So, you had "visions"? How did that work?
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SCP-2314-1: Well, at first…at first I couldn't tell because everything ran together, but as time went on, I was trained to ignore what I saw with my own eyes and focus on the other images. To separate the layers if that makes sense. Of the four of us left, only two were able to do this. The others, they disappeared when they went mad. All except for Ilya and me. And Ilya…He died when he was only 9.
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Agent ██████████: Right. And what did you see in your visions?
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SCP-2314-1: I saw old, fat men drinking and smoking, and…I saw other men and women die, Mr. ██████████. I saw them die through the eyes of their killers.
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Agent ██████████: So, what are you saying, Miss Toropova? They made you into a psychic?
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SCP-2314-1: I am not, no. A psychic, their gift is one that would have been born with them, one that they could nourish throughout their lives, but this- this is not a gift. This was thrust on me, Mr. ██████████, the same way they took my sister Olga and made her into a tool, a way to spy on their targets. She is- She is inside many people, the eyes that I see through when I sleep and when I wake. She is within you, Agent ██████████.
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Agent ██████████: Now wait just a min-
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SCP-2314-1: N-No! Every minute I wait, my sister suffers. You need to get her out. Now!
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Agent ██████████: Miss Toropova, I do not have your sis-
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SCP-2314-1:(interrupts) You were compromised in '89, I think that's right, yes, on your trip to Prague. I saw you beat that man to death in Botič-Milíčov park. You cried. I know, because my sister showed me. Please, get her out and give her a final resting place. Let us both rest, please.
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Agent ██████████:(visibly shaking) Uh, Camden, you, please, I need you to take over here. Prep the subject for transport, and I, I need to-
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<END LOG>
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Addendum: Following Interview 2314-1, SCP-2314-1 was taken to Site-88 for further debriefing. Several personnel were tested for foreign DNA based on intelligence from SCP-2314-1, and a medical protocol was developed for use in all scheduled physical exams. All instances of SCP-2314 with DNA matched to SCP-2314-1 were scheduled to be removed from all hosts for burial, while instances with DNA not matched to SCP-2314-1 were either kept for research purposes or incinerated according to the HazB-Inf/142b protocol.
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Over the subsequent 2 months, ██ Foundation personnel were operated on to remove instances of SCP-2314 from their optic chiasm. All operations were successful. Further infestations are actively being monitored by both the Foundation and other organizations identified as being at risk of having been compromised. Research into the extent and details of Project Eyestalk is ongoing. Efforts to replicate the effects of SCP-2314 are currently being discussed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2373 is currently contained within a Class-A containment chamber at Site-19, separated from Hallway 284 by an airlock. The doors leading into the chamber are only to be opened consecutively upon entry. No fewer than two non-D-Class personnel are to enter SCP-2373's containment chamber. D-Class personnel are to enter the containment chamber alone.
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Description: SCP-2373 resembles an emaciated, hirsute humanoid. Its skin is covered in black, furry bristles, though, as its lower body appears to have been severed at the abdomen, it is impossible to determine whether these bristles extended beyond the torso.
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SCP-2373's eyes remain constantly open. If no human subject is present within SCP-2373's direct line of sight, it remains in a dormant state on the floor of its containment chamber.
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If a single human subject comes within SCP-2373's direct line of sight, SCP-2373 will begin to animate, telekinetically repositioning itself directly behind the subject. This initial movement is fast; subjects do not acknowledge SCP-2373's presence as it enters its active state, as the speed of its movements upon animation surpass human visual perception of motion. SCP-2373 will remain suspended behind the subject's back, remaining limp and occasionally shuddering.
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SCP-2373 will follow the subject, altering the position of its forelimbs and swiftly acting in accordance with the subject's movements, ensuring complete unawareness of its presence. This effect continues until SCP-2373 is outwardly observed by a third party, attacked, or obstructed by a solid, where it will relocate to an environment in which one or no human individuals are present. If this is not possible, SCP-2373 will re-enter its dormant state, facing against the nearest wall, away from all human individuals.
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SCP-2373 casts no shadow, bears no reflection, and is incapable of emitting sound upon physical contact with external surfaces beyond 4db. SCP-2373's movements in its active state can only be observed electronically, through transparent solids, or by non-human individuals.
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Occasionally, while in its active state, SCP-2373 has been known to flinch, momentarily clutching its amputated abdomen in pain. The source of the amputation is unknown, but its cut is consistent with that inflicted by a rotary blade or bandsaw. Centred about the amputation on the dermis is a faint, incorporeal transparency, similar to that exhibited by previously-contained spectral, invisible and/or intangible entities. Current hypotheses suggest that SCP-2373 is/was a Type 4G1 Phantasmic Entity, which somehow underwent partial re-embodiment, impeding its ability to control its outward form.
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Special Containment Procedures: Any recovered instances of SCP-2541 are to be stored within a standard anomalous item locker. Use of SCP-2541 is restricted for personnel with clearance below Level-2 unless given permission otherwise. SCP-2541 is not to be used for recreational use by Foundation personnel.
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Description: SCP-2541 is the designation for a series of anomalous video tapes which initiate a complex cognitohazardous effect on human subjects who view one of them. Instances of SCP-2541 have been discovered in several forms, including VHS tapes, DVD discs and digital video files, though all are functionally identical and all feature an icon of a stylized yellow lemon somewhere on their packaging. Currently, the Foundation has 328 distinct instances of SCP-2541 within containment.
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Upon playing an instance of SCP-2541, human subjects who directly view SCP-2541 will appear to fall into a catatonic state. From the subject's perspective, they will believe they are arriving at a building titled "Your II's Only" (SCP-2541-A), and are greeted by an instance of SCP-2541-1. Should a subject be allowed entry into SCP-2541-A, they will arrive in a non-descript dimly-lit room filled with other subjects under the effects of SCP-2541 participating in group intercourse. In addition, subjects also report seeing several other non-participating instances of SCP-2541-1 around the perimeter of the room.
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Subjects report heightened libido and a greater genital sensitivity while within the area of SCP-2541-A, and report the feeling of intercourse with all subjects within SCP-2541-A as feeling akin to actual intercourse. Regardless of any actions subjects believe they are doing within SCP-2541-A, from an outside perspective they will only appear to be speaking aloud to themselves and orgasming, when appropriate.
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Instances of SCP-2541-1 appear to be are humans typically of above-average height dressed in black attire with a single yellow lemon pin affixed to their shirt. Instances of SCP-2541-1 under no circumstances ever participate within the group intercourse occurring inside of SCP-2541-A, though may be asked to turn around or provide subjects with various non-harmful items.1 Instances of SCP-2541-1 are also the only known instances capable of ceasing the cognitohazardous effect upon affected subjects. Instances of SCP-2541-1 only cease the effect if one of the three following conditions are met:
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A subject approaches an SCP-2541-1 instance and requests to leave.
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A subject has spent more than eight hours under the effects of SCP-2541.
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A subject expresses repeated inappropriate or unwanted behavior upon other subjects or instances of SCP-2541-1.
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Upon ceasing the effects of SCP-2541, the instance of SCP-2541 will conclude playing and the subject will regain all bodily functions as normal. Subjects will remember their experience under the effects of SCP-2541 as if they were actually present at a group intercourse session.
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Addendum 2541-1: Below is an interview Researcher Victoria Forsythe initiated between herself and an instance of SCP-2541-1. As recording equipment within SCP-2541-A is impossible, Researcher Forsythe repeated phrases as they were spoken by the SCP-2541-1 instance so they could be recorded. Extraneous phrases have been removed.
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Researcher Forsythe: Ah, hello!
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SCP-2541-1 nods.
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SCP-2541-1: Evening ma'am.
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Researcher Forsythe: This may be a weird thing to ask, but is it possible that I could ask a few questions about this place?
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SCP-2541-1 nods.
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Researcher Forsythe: Excellent. First and foremost, could you explain a bit about why this place exists?
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SCP-2541-1: I could.
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Silence.
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Researcher Forsythe:Will you explain why this place exists?
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SCP-2541-1: For people to have sex in.
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Researcher Forsythe sighs.
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Researcher Forsythe: But why go into all the effort of making it the way you did?
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SCP-2541-1: I didn't make it. Bobs did.
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Researcher Forsythe: "Bobs?"
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SCP-2541-1: Robert and Rupert Weissman. The people that run this place.
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Researcher Forsythe: Is there some way I can contact them?
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SCP-2541-1: If you got any complaints about this place, you can take it up with Customer Services.
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Researcher Forsythe: I don't-
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Researcher Forsythe interrupts herself and exhales sharply.
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Researcher Forsythe: Let me try this again. Why did "Bobs" make this place? Why make an anomalous conceptual sex club when they could just make a normal one?
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Silence.
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SCP-2541-1: You're Foundation, aren't you?
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Researcher Forsythe: Excuse me, how do you-
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SCP-2541-1: If you want specific answers, I'll give you Bobs' phone number. If you want just what I know, all I know is that as long as people are in here, this can be the only conceptual sex club in existence.
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Researcher Forsythe: How do you know about the Foundation? How did you know that I was Foundation?
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SCP-2541-1: One, you're repeating everything I say in a very non-subtle way, like you're trying to record what I'm telling you. Two, you're trying to interview a security guard rather than fucking a bunch of people in a magic sex club.
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Researcher Forsythe: That still doesn't explain how you know about us without us formally knowing about you.
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SCP-2541-1: I'd guess that most people in the Foundation would rather keep their kinks private. You'd be surprised how many Foundation employees are some of Inevitability Industries' best clients.
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Post-interview, a survey among several Foundation employees had discovered that ██ Foundation personnel were clients of Inevitability Industries, hereinafter GoI-7058.
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Addendum 2541-2: After receiving the phone number for the Persons of Interest known as Robert and Rupert Weissman (PoI-7058-A and PoI-7058-B), Researcher Forsythe proceeded to contact and conduct an interview with them in order to further understand both SCP-2541 and GoI-7058.
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PoI-7058-A and PoI-7058-B: Hello?
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Researcher Forsythe: Yes, hello. I was told that this was the number I was to call if I wanted to contact Robert and Rupert Weissman?
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PoI-7058-A: Yes, that's us.
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PoI-7058-B: You can call us Bobs, though.
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Researcher Forsythe: As I've been told. In regards to your nickname, I mean.
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PoI-7058-A: In any case, what can we do for you?
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Researcher Forsythe: I'm looking for information on a product of yours. Those video tapes and the club they can access.
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PoI-7058-A: "Your Eyes Only"?
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Researcher Forsythe: That was the name of it, yes.
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PoI-7058-A: We're all ears. Ask away.
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Researcher Forsythe clears her throat.
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Researcher Forsythe: Firstly, why make it conceptual? You could just as easily make a real club for, what I would imagine would be, significantly less cost.
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PoI-7058-B: I can take this one. Once the concept of something exists, it occupies the space in conceptual space of that concept. Your Eyes Only goes beyond that, and we rigged it to occupy the entirety of the concept of "conceptual sex club". The only trick is it needs a lot of people to observe it at one time to be considered the consensus for the concept.
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PoI-7058-A: Hence the guards and paid customers.
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Researcher Forsythe: Paid customers?
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PoI-7058-A: We gave thousands of copies of that tape to sex workers and paid them to use it.
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PoI-7058-B: We're practically hemorrhaging money with this thing but, well… sometimes that's just how it is with passion projects.
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Researcher Forsythe: If you're losing money with this, why keep it up at all?
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PoI-7058-A and PoI-7058-B: Because- ah…
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PoI-7058-A and PoI-7058-B chuckle embarrassedly.
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PoI-7058-A: Because eventually, people who have any sort of power, anomalous or otherwise, will use it to fuck people.
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PoI-7058-B: Literally and figuratively. Trust us, we lived through it.
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PoI-7058-A: So we do what we can to push out the bad people. Whether it's corner the market on a product with low prices and reliable functionality or literally making it impossible to make something else like it, we're just trying to make sure people use this kind of stuff responsibly.
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PoI-7058-B: You know, and not use it to clone sex slaves or mind control people into doing whatever you want.
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Researcher Forsythe: That's… well, to be honest, not what I expected. I would personally have bet on a more profit-centric answer. It's refreshing, almost.
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PoI-7058-B: Yeah. People preach great power, great responsibility and all that shit, but once they get that power people seem to forget about the responsibility part.
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PoI-7058-A: It always happens. Eventually.
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PoI-7058-B: We're hoping we last a bit longer than most.
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Special Containment Procedures: Observation Room 145-B of Site-25 has been equipped with a magnification device. A perimeter of 50 meters must be maintained between SCP-2676 and all dormitories.1 Testing requires Level 3 authorization. Should SCP-2676 activate outside of authorized testing, Site-25 should be placed on Level-1 lockdown until both Alpha subjects can be located. Further action can be taken at the Site Director's discretion. No anomalous objects pertaining to sleep or dreams should be stored in the same site as SCP-2676.
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Description: SCP-2676 is a coffee-style table, 1.5 x 0.8 x 0.5 meters in dimension, composed of African blackwood. The top and sides have inserts made of lead crystal. Visible within the center of the table is a miniature cityscape, composition unknown. Buildings range in size from 0.5-3.2 cm in height; most are in a state of disrepair or have been heavily damaged. The infrastructure is cracked and crumbling, with numerous areas blocked by rubble and fallen debris. On the bottom of the table, the words "For S" have been inscribed; a series of scratches after the S suggests the original inscription was longer.
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When SCP-2676 is inactive, its interior occasionally displays multicolored lights with no discernible source. These lights are always present when SCP-2676 is in its active phase. No pattern is otherwise obvious, and inversion of the table when SCP-2676 is inactive will cause the lights to vanish; righting the object causes flakes appearing to be ash to fall over the city for a period of upward of 8 minutes.2
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SCP-2676 enters its active state when at least two individuals, designated Alpha subjects, enter stage 2 sleep at approximately the same time3, within 45 meters of the object. Alpha subjects unanimously4 report restful, dreamless sleep.
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During its active state, the interior of SCP-2676 will manifest three entities: SCP-2676-A and two instances of SCP-2676-B. SCP-2676-B manifests as two humans, typically (>75% of tests) with appearance similar to the Alpha subjects, though miniaturized in scale with the buildings. SCP-2676-A is an independent humanoid apparition which does not vary in appearance across manifestations.
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SCP-2676-A will attempt to chase down and capture SCP-2676-B, whereupon the latter will demanifest. If both simulacra are captured, the Alpha subjects will wake violently; otherwise, all entities will demanifest upon subjects' normal waking. SCP-2676-A has been successful in capturing both SCP-2676-B in more than two-thirds of tests, owing to its speed, ability to levitate, and knowledge of the layout of the city within SCP-2676. SCP-2676-A is also assisted by multicolored spotlights emanating via unknown methods from the roof of SCP-2676, which track SCP-2676-B whenever they are out of cover.
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Upon waking, Alpha subjects report greater emotional attachment toward one another, regardless of previous acquaintanceship. These feelings have manifested as friendship in 83% of tests, and love in 44%. Of note, romantic feelings do not develop counter to subjects' sexual orientations; tests where such feelings are unrequited have only occurred when subjects' orientations are incompatible.
On ██/██/████, SCP-2676 entered an active state outside approved testing at 00:34. Site-25 was placed on lockdown and searched. The view of the inside of SCP-2676 was obscured due to dust clouds, but one SCP-2676-B was identified as Junior Researcher M████; the other could not be identified. Lockdown was finally lifted when Junior Researcher M████ and Doctor S█████ were located in the latter's office, having fallen asleep after a sexual tryst. Five hours later, SCP-2676 displayed unusual behavior, with all clouds and lights dispersing before the Alpha subjects woke.
Audio log of full interview can be requested from Site-25 Archives.
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So I'm there in this city, it's totally ruined. Buildings are all but falling down around us, right?
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Us? Oh, yeah. Okay, you know how you get into a dream and you just know things? Dream logic? I'm there with this young woman, never actually seen her before, I can barely remember her face. But I know she's supposed to be J… I mean, Dr. Sawyer. She's scared. I'm all but dragging her through the city by the arm.
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We're running, trying to escape from the lights. There's all these colored spotlights everywhere, right, all kinds of colors, coming out of the sky. And I know, I just know, that if one of those lights lands on us, we'll be caught. I don't know by what, or what'll happen, I just know it's bad, right? So we're ducking between buildings, trying to stay behind cover while keeping an eye on the way, the pattern the lights sweep around the city, looking for us.
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That goes on for a while. Not sure how long. Dream time, right? And the whole time, it's like Dr. Sawyer is trying to show me something, like screaming and crying for me to look at her, but I'm just too concerned with keeping us safe. I think I told her something like that.
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Then, eventually, the thing shows up. I think it's what they call dash-A. Like this big, floating Grim Reaper kinda monster. It has, like, a dozen eyes. No mouth or anything else, just eyes all over its face, and big long, spindly arms, like almost bone. All I can do is stare at its face, like it's got me hypnotized just to stare at it, and I can't move. It doesn't matter if I could, because right then the lights found us and this thing can pass through walls, you know?
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Anyway, I know we're screwed, and I squeeze my eyes shut because dash-A's coming toward us. But I can still see, you know? And Dr. Sawyer, she throws her arms up and she shouts something like, "No! You stop! You stop there, because we're going home!" And then this big beam of light shoots out of her hands all of a sudden. Dash-A looks surprised even, like he rears back and stares up at the sky.
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See, it was overcast, like the whole sky was covered in clouds, but that beam of light, it zaps up into the clouds and parts them, makes them go away. And the sky behind them is bright crystal blue, like any nice clear sky you'd ever see, right? And all three of us are just standing there, staring at the sky.
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Then dash-A, he talks, but not with words. More like, I dunno, thoughts? Like, concepts? And he says something like, "I'm sorry, I tried, I thought you loved it, please come back." And then in, like, the instant I wake up, everything bad vanishes, the monster, the lights, the buildings, so it's just me and Dr. Sawyer and this bright, clear sky.
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I remember the ground was rocky, it was covered in rubble. Large chunks of concrete with rebar, and sometimes glass, emerging at odd angles. I remember the ground best because, during the whole dream, I was fixated on my hands. I was holding a key, or maybe a ring of keys. It might have been just a few keys, I'm not sure. The point is, I was holding them, staring at them, like they were the most important things in the world and if I looked away for even a second, they'd be gone, and all hope would be lost.
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The surroundings? Like I said, I was mostly focused on the ground. I do recall the air was filled with ash, maybe soot, as though there had been a great fire. I got the impression that whatever had destroyed the buildings, I think they were buildings we were running through, whatever had destroyed them had done so recently, and the fallout of the destruction was all around us, in the air.
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Yes, Junior Researcher McCoy was there. No, I don't recall what he looked like in the dream.
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Most of it is hazy for me. I remember the keys very clearly. There was something wrong with them, but I was still holding them in my open hands, like one cups water to drink.
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The other main detail I recall with any clarity is the entity, 2676-A, I believe. It was monstrous. I was truly horrified of it in the dream. The moment I saw it, I clasped my hand to my chest, holding on to those keys lest it swipe them from my hand at any moment. I think it exchanged words with Tommy. At least, I got the impression they were talking. I swear it said something about being like us once. Well, one of us, I'm not sure who it meant.
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It seemed odd in the moment, and even in hindsight, because here was the thing from which we had been running all that time, just conversing with us, and Tommy didn't seem to care.
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Ah, what I did in the dream wasn't exactly something I felt in control of. Like reading a script and acting it out, or having it acted out for me, rather. My grip tightened around the keys, and then I shouted, "Stop! You won't let us leave, so you're going to have to watch it break!" I don't know why I would say such a thing. It doesn't seem to make much sense, does it? I do remember the words though, very clearly. They are perhaps the clearest part of the dream.
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Then there was a bright flash. I'm not sure why or where from, but the smog and ash and clouds all cleared up. The sky was actually quite lovely. I remember I looked up at Tommy, and he was pointing at the entity. It was a very strange creature, now that I think about it, very ghostly with dark robes and skeletal features and the like. At that moment, when I looked at it, its face was turned up to the sky, and its arms were spread. It's the sort of pose you attribute to people in the midst of religious ecstasy, if that isn't too dramatic a description.
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And in the very last moment of the dream, right as I wake up, I notice tears streaking down its face. I can only wonder why.
From the desk of Dr. Ida DiMauro, Site-25 psychologist.
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I hereby submit the following statements made by Junior Researcher Thomas McCoy and Doctor Julianne Sawyer, pursuant to the events of Incident 2676-04, to inform the Site Director's decision on the case.
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From Junior Researcher Thomas McCoy:
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Hey, if you could keep this from getting around to Dr. Sawyer… Oh geez, this is going to turn into an official inquiry, isn't it? I should have known. Like, we'd been careful, and then 2676 has to go and…
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No, okay, gonna be honest. There's no one but me to blame. I was hoping I could fuck my way to a promotion, pardon my language. I've been here forever, doing dick jobs. I keep getting passed over. I'm tired of it, you know?
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All I wanted was a promotion, or maybe even like, just a pay raise? I didn't want to hurt anyone. If I'd known she was married, I wouldn't have done it. I'd have put in for a transfer or something. But I saw an opportunity, 'cause she was flirting with guys on staff, not being too subtle about it. I mean, I'm not even into women, but I figured, hey, go for it, what's the worst that could happen? I guess I'm stupid for not even asking, just taking her offer at face value.
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So, hindsight, twenty-twenty, you know what it's like. Actually, I take that back, I hope you don't. I hope you never, ever know.
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Look, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. If I'd known, I'd one hundred percent not have done it. I just… Like, I don't want her to think that I hate her or anything, you get what I'm saying? I mean, she's really nice, and I'm not really into her like she maybe thinks I am or wants me to be, but she's got some good qualities, right? She gets down on herself sometimes, and I wish she wouldn't, she doesn't deserve that. I honestly feel sorry for her. She just needs some attention is all. I hope that's not out of line for me to say that.
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I'm not stupid, I knew he was using me. Young men do not sleep with women my age without an ulterior motive. You know how it is. The curves become flaps, you don't shimmer or shine, the spark is gone.
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If I am being completely honest, I really cared for him. That was also stupid, but I couldn't help it. Being with him made me feel calm, protected. I felt like he could make all my problems go away. That sounds awfully trite, doesn't it?
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And now… Well, I am aware what effect SCP-2676 has, and that's likely the source of what I'm feeling right now. It's hard, knowing those feelings are not really mine, but I still don't want to let him go. I can't even describe how confusing and… and downright frustrating this, being one of those edge cases where it isn't mutual. Am I right in that assessment?
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Why did I do it? Isn't it obvious? Things haven't been all right at home for quite some time. I was trying to make my wife jealous.
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Junior Researcher McCoy is to be reassigned. Dr. Sawyer will be given an official reprimand for her conduct. Containment procedures will be updated. -Dr. Utt, Director, Site-25
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2690 is to be only studied by SCP-2690-A instances. Once every 105 2 years, a Foundation researcher is to be sent to Containment Site-2690. Containment Site-2690 is not to have contact with other Foundation sites and is to be monitored by Containment Task Force Epsilon-13 (“De-Wingers”). Any signs of a SERAPHIM-1390 Event are to be met with Procedure ICARUS-2690.
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Description: SCP-2690 is an unidentified object that initiates an LK-Class species transmutation event, classified SERAPHIM-1390, if not kept under constant study. All individuals studying SCP-2690 become instances of SCP-2690-A.
Special Containment Procedures: Touch It. Read It. Please, adore It. We need so many more. We stay here, where It was interred, until It takes flight.
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Description: It could speak once. It needs us, or sorrow consumes It, but O! how bright! O! wings unfurl over your face and your feet and your chest in light of It. O! Such glorious luster! It illuminates flesh until It has enough. But, worry not! Love is inside of you. This is how we were meant to be. To learn that It was always in us is our greatest gift. To keep It to ourselves is sin. We all can fly, if we try hard enough.
The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff.
Special Containment Procedures: Locations demarcated Point-92-A, -92-B, -92-E are cordoned off from their respective surrounding areas and placed under guard by security personnel. Locations demarcated Point-92-C, -92-D, and -92-F, while displaying no anomalous behavior nor any further connection to SCP-2692, are to remain under constant video surveillance.
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SCP-2692-A is to be tracked via unmanned aerial drone on rotating patrols. Changes to object's orientation and/or position are to be logged. Any alterations to object's position which places it at risk of discovery are to be noted and acted upon by drone operators and/or Station-114 personnel as needed. Effective methods of obfuscation have included use of dummy balloons or blimps to prevent identification of SCP-2692-A.
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Accessible entrances to SCP-2692 are monitored with video surveillance, while the entrances themselves are monitored by on-site personnel. Individuals emerging from either point are to be debriefed if necessary and released. Note: As of 12/14/2014, exploration of SCP-2692 via Point-92-B is suspended indefinitely following Incident 1412-14. Contact with SCP-2692-B and -C is strictly forbidden.
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Description: SCP-2692 is an extra-dimensional underground complex apparently established and maintained by the government of France1. The size and scale of the complex cannot be determined as significant portions are impassable due to cave-ins, structural damage, and apparent flaws in design which disallow movement of barriers without fully functioning electricity.
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The presence of two or more gravitational anomalies within the complex appear to have contributed to significant time dilation in several areas within SCP-2692. Despite this, Foundation personnel entering and exiting SCP-2692 have experienced little2 to no signs of time dilation.
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SCP-2692-A, witnessed over [REDACTED], ██/██/1996
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SCP-2692 is populated with numerous human and humanoid entities apparently frozen in various states depending on location. The positioning and body language of individuals, as well as discrepancies in attire, physical health, and items recovered on persons indicate groups of individuals recovered together, despite physical proximity to other groups, did not inhabit the same epoch and/or place as others. Bodies have been described as warm and fragile to the touch, and display no vital signs.
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The placement of individuals within SCP-2692 appears to have no relation to physical proximity to one or both of the gravitational anomalies. There is no sign that the individuals have been moved by other unknown individuals prior to Foundation recovery.
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SCP-2692-A is a humanoid apparently frozen in mid-stride suspended █,███ meters over [REDACTED], first discovered on ██/██/1996. Most of the figure's physical features, including clothing, have been eroded due to weather conditions. A metal tablet enclosed in the figure's grip contains several geographic coordinates engraved3 upon it. The figure is immovable, although it has been observed at times rising or falling, in one instance reaching an altitude of ██,███ meters.
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The surviving coordinates led Foundation personnel to Points-92-A through F. Each point contained a staircase leading down to a metal door approximately 10 meters below the start of the stairs, leading directly to SCP-2692 itself. Points-92-C, D, and F were damaged and filled in with debris, and did not lead anywhere. Points-92-A, B, and E were undamaged, often a result of being integrated into certain buildings, and led successfully to SCP-2692.
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Doorway entrance to Point-92-A staircase.
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Exploration Logs: Initial exploration of SCP-2692 via Point-92-A provided little background for the complex, although upon the agents' return, a woman was discovered close to the entrance in the process of looting one of the humanoid bodies. The woman spoke an unknown dialect of French with many English loan-words, and required a battery of medical tests and vaccinations before interrogation could begin. Following several weeks of treatment and meeting with Foundation linguists, the following information was obtained from the woman.
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Item 99-4-8: Summary of Events:
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Interrogators: Agents Hoxley, Perez, Jameston, Jules, and de La Huerta were responsible for the conducting of 17 separate interviews with the subject (Hereafter referred to as Subject-92). Transcripts of each interview are available on-site upon request.
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Subject-92: Subject's medical records are available on-site upon request. Subject claimed to be between 40 and 50 years of age, although they could not confirm an exact date of birth. Despite this, subject appears to be between the ages of 20 and 30, with signs of brain tissue damage consistent with frequent instances of traumatic encephalopathy. As a result, subject suffers from symptoms consistent with dementia and Alzheimer's. Subject keeps scraps of paper in their pockets with information written in the form of pictograms. Subject is unable to read or write in English or French.
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Background (Subject): The subject could provide a very brief summary of events which had initially occurred within SCP-2692, as they claim these events to be difficult to separate from "myths and legends". Subject claimed the events as having unfolded before "my own bastard blood-line existed" and could not provide a timeline beyond approximately 70 to 90 years, only accounting for the subject's great-grand parents on her mother's side.
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Background (SCP-2692): Subject provided information in fragments, based upon her own explorations and stories told by her parents. Presented with the events after the interviews, the subject pieced them together to produce the following rough chronology.
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- An undated, unknown crisis affects much of eastern France, leading to a political crisis involving the suspension of property rights for naturalized citizens. Redistribution of wealth becomes a heated issue among the populace, and anti-immigrant sentiment is played upon as "proscriptions" take place in order to finance a four-year mass-migration effort of all French citizens. Civilian, military, and cargo ships are employed to move the populace across the Atlantic ocean, destined for locations all along the coasts of North and South America. Some appear destined for southeast Asia.
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- The influx of French "refugees" to the United States leads to a compromise involving the creation of a subterranean city to house much of the refugees, and placed under the jurisdiction of the French government. Subject could not provide details on the means or timeframe of construction. Following its construction, a 25-year "Unification" plan is implemented. The plan appears to involve the expansion of the subterranean complex, in order to provide more living space for French citizens in South America and southeast Asia.
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- Expansion efforts briefly stall mid-way through the "Unification" plan, and a new "escape plan" is developed for several sectors of the complex. Conflict erupts over the "plan" due to implications involving the separation of family members, loss of specialized knowledge and skills between "displaced gateways", and loss of "genetic diversity".
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- An unknown disaster leads to a complete loss of contact between sectors of the complex. It is unknown how long this lasts, though the subject claims that parliamentary sessions saw the number of assemblypersons halved over the course of nearly a dozen elections. Subject claims her mother blamed this on the presence of "the gateways", although the subject does not remember what "gateways" this referred to.
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- At some point preceding a presidential election, the initial crisis which had triggered the mass-migration re-appears. The aforementioned escape plan is reintroduced and a vote approving execution of the plan passes. Subject claims this lead directly to the breakdown of stability within the complex, and the start of the "Great Scarcity".
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Full logs of all Foundation explorations of SCP-2692 are filed on-site. Snippets are contained here for brevity.
Entryway: Staircase is partially collapsed, with niches in the left-side wall. Agents report finding two female humanoids seated in one of the niches, coated in a layer of frost. One is holding a composition notebook (Item 99-4-8) and a pill bottle containing 137 tablets of a drug labeled "Methocyclidine." Prescription was filled on date labeled 16/15/99.
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At the bottom of staircase, an elevated platform appears before a television screen. Motion sensors trigger the television, which begins to play a recording of a burly man with an unusually small head addressing someone off-screen concerning a person named "Irik". They then address the viewer, welcoming them to the "west end" and describing a litany of benefits associated with their new job, including being "first ones out the gates" and "first dibs on the new drugs". The individual then asserts that all complaints should be issued to "Irik". They then give a boisterous laugh, then apologize and assure the viewer(s) in a grave tone "everything will be okay".
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At the far end of this area, agents discover the outline of a door against the wall. A niche in the wall is partially filled with wooden blocks printed with black and blue letters. The blocks spell out "MADAGAS". The empty space in the niche is enough to fit three additional blocks, although no other blocks can be found. Note: Later expeditions attempting to substitute the blocks had no visible effect on the doorway.
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No further rooms or doorways are discovered, and agents are unable to proceed further. Agents return from expedition, noting a time difference of 14 minutes (Agents stopwatches report the entire expedition as lasting 52 minutes. On-site personnel report expedition lasting approximately 38 minutes).
Entryway: Staircase leads to a partly-lit hallway. At the end of the hall is a door leading into an apparent storage area. From here, another door leads into a large, dimly-lit hall, with the floor covered in scraps of paper. Several human figures are frozen in place before a stage, heads raised towards watching a large video screen. A looping video clip depicts an elderly Asian man smiling and giving a speech, occasionally panning out to show an audience applauding. Subtitles appear in English, reading "The science is sound. The Africa Question is behind us. The future is ours, we have but to step through the gate and claim it." No sound is heard from the television screen or the audience.
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On stage is a hairless pale humanoid figure in a suit with an abnormally large mouth apparently screaming whilst swinging their head in a circle. The figure appears to be in pain. Neither they nor any individual in the crowd is responsive to the agents. A sign next to the figure, in apparent English, reads "Ai em tha best candideit. Vot 1996."
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One of the papers recovered from the floor is a flyer, in English and French, warning of a "hypophemoral hemorrhaging" which can only be treated with therapy, vitamins, and use of one of two different prescription medications, both subsidized by the local government. One of the medications is Methocyclidine, the same recovered from Point-92-A, and claims to be a "brain relaxant, muscle stimulant, identity supplement". The other is named "Valzin" and claims to ease "dermal, subdermal, or superdermal outbreaks."
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The flyer additionally states that the drug manufacturers cannot guarantee "consistency" following "escape" nor any unforeseen effects caused by "atmospheric and/or gravitational alterations caused by the gateways".
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Another sheet recovered contains handwritten messages, apparently from two different individuals. One has written "Why risk our lives, our people, when Madagascar awaits? This is reality, not a science fair!" The second individual responds with a series of racial slurs.
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There are no other doors or entryways in this area and agents return from expedition, noting a time difference of 40 minutes (Agents report the expedition as lasting 21 minutes. On-site personnel report the expedition as approximately 61 minutes in length).
Entryway: Atrium leads directly into a cafeteria area. The floor is caked in what is later determined to be a dried slurry of meat, bone, and plant matter. The room is populated by human figures in various stages of decomposition, apparently in panic attempting to reach an exit on the left end of the room. Several individuals closer to this door appear to be attacking or otherwise attempting to prevent the others from reaching the exit.
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At the far end of the room on an elevated niche is a human woman standing erect and clutching a metal tablet similar to the one found on SCP-2692-A. This entity is apparently aware of its surroundings, and has attempted to respond to Foundation agents. Due to the apparent temporal effects of the gravitational anomalies, the individual is moving at a significantly slower rate than Foundation personnel, and was not initially perceived as responsive by Foundation personnel.
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Agents return from expedition, noting no time difference from minutes logged by On-site personnel. Expedition lasted 113 minutes.
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Note: As of ██/██/20██, the entity has begun to respond to initial Foundation attempts to communicate made on 5/22/2000. Insufficient time has elapsed for the entity to have produced a coherent response.
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Incident 1412-14: Revision to prior Incident 2211-99, in which two agents (Agents Carbo and Mendoza) failed to return from an expedition and were not located by follow-up expeditions; on 12/14/2014, Agents Carbo and Mendoza re-appeared 4 meters from the entrance to Point-92-B, apparently frozen mid-stride up the staircase, with Agent Mendoza looking back over her shoulder at Agent Carbo several steps down. Both women were warm to the touch and displayed no vital signs. The area was closed down and the two agents designated SCP-2692-B and -C.
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Addendum: ██ months following Incident 1412-14, the positioning of Agents Carbo and Mendoza appeared to have changed, having shifted in pose, eyelids closed, and positions elevated 1.5 centimeters in height. The similarities in behavior to humanoid entities within SCP-2692 indicate a likely connection with the agents similarly affected by the gravitational anomalies' time dilation effects.
Special Containment Procedures: Any detected broadcasts or recordings of SCP-2702 are to be intercepted and blocked from public viewing. Civilians exposed to SCP-2702 are to be treated with class B amnestics and released. All instances are to be saved and examined for further research. Level 2 authorization is required to view any recorded SCP-2702 instances.
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Attempts to reproduce any experiments conducted on SCP-2702 must be authorized by two (2) level 4 personnel.
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Description: SCP-2702 is an educational television program, ostensibly directed at children, titled "Professor Abnormal's Science Lab". The first broadcast of SCP-2702 was detected on ██/██/199█. All attempts to locate the source of the broadcast through triangulation of the signal have so far been unsuccessful; all broadcasts appear to originate simultaneously from three different locations which are randomized in every instance. Broadcasts have been detected worldwide, in over ██ languages, and episodes have also been found in online video hosting and file-sharing sites.
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The program is hosted by SCP-2702-1, a middle-aged, Caucasian man dressed in a white lab coat and safety goggles, referred to in each broadcast as "Professor Abnormal".1 Each episode seeks to present an educational overview of various anomalous phenomena. Few of the episodes themselves are anomalous in nature, but they routinely include footage of anomalous nature. SCP-2702-1 appears to have an advanced understanding of the nature of several different anomalies as well as possessing classified information regarding the Foundation and various Groups of Interest across the planet. SCP-2702-1 conveys information in a humorous tone and uses simple explanations for extremely complex and technical information wherever possible.2
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SCP-2702-1 often performs experiments demonstrating various anomalous phenomena, and sometimes encourages the audience to attempt said experiments. In addition to SCP-2702-1, various guest characters typically partake in the experiments. A recurring character, designated SCP-2702-2 is known as "Prescott the Robot" in the broadcasts. SCP-2702-2 appears to be a genuinely sapient automaton.3
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A series of credits appears at the end of each episode. Attempts to locate information on the individuals and organizations named have so far been unsuccessful.4
*After the opening title sequence, cut to a laboratory set. SCP-2702-2 is visible in the background. Camera focuses on a blackboard with a white tarp draped over it. SCP-2702-1 enters from the right of the screen.*
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SCP-2702-1: Hey, junior scientists! Today we'll be talking about memetics!
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SCP-2702-1: What are memetics? To put it simply, they're stimuli, such as words, pictures, sounds, and ideas, that can affect the way you think. With the right memetic tools, you can even control someone's mind! Let me demonstrate.
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*SCP-2702-1 rotates the blackboard until it is facing SCP-2702-2, and lifts the tarp. SCP-2702-2 appears unaffected*
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SCP-2702-1: Prescott, what's the matter? Why aren't you hopping on one foot?
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SCP-2702-2: I'd say you have a screw loose Professor, but I'm hardly one to talk!
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SCP-2702-2: Those silly mind-affecting tricks won't work on robots like me!
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SCP-2702-1: Of course, you're right! But then who can we test it on?
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SCP-2702-2: How about our audience?
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SCP-2702-1: Great idea, Prescott!
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*SCP-2702-1 replaces the tarp over the blackboard and rotates it so it is facing the camera again*
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SCP-2702-1: What I'm about to show you is a simple visual cognitomanipulative agent I came up with, that will cause you to hop on one foot for ten seconds once you see it. If you don't want to look silly, then close your eyes now, I'll tell you when it's safe to open them again.
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*SCP-2702-1 lifts the tarp off the blackboard, displaying [DATA EXPUNGED]. Tests have confirmed that viewers of the program are affected in the manner SCP-2702-1 had described. After approximately 10 seconds, SCP-2702-1 places the tarp back over the blackboard.*
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SCP-2702-1: If you chose not to watch, you can open your eyes now. If you did watch, wasn't that a hoot? I'll bet you want to know how it works, right?
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SCP-2702-2: I'm sure they're just jumping to find out!
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*Canned laughter*
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*The scene shifts to show SCP-2702-1 in front of a green screen effect, displaying [DATA EXPUNGED]. To request access to the remainder of the transcript, contact Researcher Ying.*
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The following is a partial list of the currently aired episodes of SCP-2702. Researchers recording said episodes are requested to use the following format:
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Episode Title: [Season X Episode X], "[Name of Episode]"
+Brief Summary of Episode: [Basic plot and subject of Episode]
+Brief Summary of Anomalous Experiments: [Goal and procedure/result of experiments]
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S1E1 'Alien Lifeforms and You'
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SCP-2702-1 demonstrates several live biological specimens of unknown origin, some of which appear to be sapient. SCP-2702-1 proceeds to identify them by species, planet of origin, and gives a brief summary on each.
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An experiment is conducted, involving the use of a specific combination of communication technology to intercept extraterrestrial transmissions. Attempts to recreate the experiment have thus far failed due to lack of specialized equipment, including what SCP-2702-1 referred to as a ████████ Analyzer.
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SCP-2702-1 seemed to be under the impression that viewers of the program would be able to trivially procure an example of the aforementioned device.
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S1E2 'A New Dimension of Fun'
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SCP-2702-1 presents a variety of spatial anomalies, and explains the physics behind them.
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An experiment is conducted to create a 'teleportation booth'. Researchers have had partial success replicating the experiment, but the resources and energy required rendered it impractical for effective Foundation use.
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Several new insights about extradimensional phenomena have been gained via study of SCP-2702-1's descriptions, and research is ongoing.
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S1E3 'No Time to Waste'
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The episode begins with SCP-2702-1 lamenting his lack of a lab partner. SCP-2702-1 decides to remedy this by building a robot, but then decides it would be easier to travel to the future and retrieve the robot after it was already built. At one point, multiple instances of SCP-2702-1 are visible on screen, as a result of temporal displacement.
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Experiment involves using superconductors and a particle accelerator to accomplish time travel. Attempts by researchers to duplicate the experiment in this episode have thus far been unsuccessful.
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Introduction of SCP-2702-2
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S1E4 'All About Memetics and Cognitohazards'
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SCP-2702-1 and SCP-2702-2 explain the nature of cognitohazardous memes, including several demonstrations. See above transcript for further details.
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Procedures for creating mind-affecting agents are exhibited. SCP-2702-1 warns viewers not to include dangerous commands in such agents without parental authorization.
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Episode contains one active visual memetic agent, threat status negligible. Several censored cognitohazards, capable of various effects, are also present, 67% of which have been decoded as of ██/██/20██. Analysis of this episode has contributed significantly towards Foundation memetics research.
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S1E5 'Gods and Monsters'
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SCP-2702-1 and SCP-2702-2 visit various locales around the world,5 while SCP-2702-1 expounds on the history and mythology of various groups and civilizations, including the Church of the Broken God.
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An experiment involves a ritual designed to summon [REDACTED]. SCP-2702-1 warns viewers that this should not be attempted without parental supervision.
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Attempting to recreate the ritual in this episode resulted in a containment breach and complete lockdown of Site 64. Containment was reestablished with 27 casualties. As of ██/██/20██, level 4 authorization is required to attempt to recreate any experiments seen on SCP-2702.
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S1E6 'The Wonders of AI'
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SCP-2702-1 attempts to show audiences how to build their own instances of SCP-2702-2. At various points in the episode, SCP-2702-2's personality is altered in various ways.
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Several experiments with AI code are performed. Results of research and experiments from this episode are available with level 3 clearance from the Foundation AI research department.
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S1E7 'The SCP Foundation'
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Instead of the usual laboratory setting, this episode appears to take place in Site-24. SCP-2702-1 and SCP-2702-2 are shown infiltrating the facility and explaining the nature of the Foundation and various SCPs they encounter, while avoiding guards and researchers.
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No experiments are performed in this episode, but SCP-2702-1 gives a tutorial on the proper format for writing an SCP report.
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The depiction and description of the Foundation in this episode is highly accurate, with the exception that the guards and security forces were portrayed with comic ineptitude. Several individuals who were stationed at Site-24 during the time of the broadcast can be identified in the recording. No security breaches of the nature displayed in the program have ever been recorded at Site-24.
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S1E8 'How it will End'
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SCP-2702-1 and SCP-2702-2 discuss several situations that could potentially lead to CK-class restructuring scenarios, XK-class end-of-the-world scenarios, ZK-class reality failure events, and other such scenarios. Topics covered include uncontrollable self-replicating nanotechnology (the 'gray goo' scenario), containment failure of SCP-███, and an impact event between the Earth and [REDACTED]. SCP-2702-1 emphasizes the fact that these are only a small sampling of many such potential events.
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At the prompting of SCP-2702-1, SCP-2702-2 ran several hundred iterations of a computer simulation detailing a potential impact event involving the Earth and [REDACTED]. Each iteration was not individually depicted, but the final results were summarized at the end of the program. Despite taking into account potential responses by the Foundation and other Groups of Interest, the simulation inevitably concluded with a GH - class Dead Greenhouse scenario within one month of the impact.
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After reviewing the episode, Foundation astronomers have successfully identified [REDACTED]. Due to its non-Newtonian properties, the likelihood of a collision with Earth in the near future cannot currently be estimated.
First capture of an SCP-2750 instance by ASCI operatives, circa 1860.
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Item #: SCP-2750
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Currently, the Foundation has 3 SCP-2750 instances in containment. SCP-2750 instances are not permitted to change their appearances for any reason. Any changes in appearance are to be noted, and SCP-2750 instances are to be punished accordingly by revoking certain privileges.
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Capture of uncontained SCP-2750 instances is difficult due to the aversion that SCP-2750 instances show towards humans, and the rarity of SCP-2750 instances themselves. Containment teams are to conduct a monthly sweep of the areas where SCP-2750 instances have been known to inhabit.
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Description: SCP-2750 is the collective designation referring to a group of anomalous humanoids that are known to inhabit the southwest United States, specifically the regions of northeast Arizona and southern Utah, notably around the area of the Navajo Nation reservation.
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SCP-2750 specimens closely resemble non-anomalous humans of Navajo descent. Following this trend, SCP-2750 instances invariably wear clothing and masks associated with Navajo culture of the 1800s. Beyond their stated anomalous properties, SCP-2750 instances resemble normal humans from a biological standpoint.
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SCP-2750 instances demonstrate the ability to change their appearances and body shapes to various animals found in the southwestern United States, particularly those that are prominent in Navajo culture, such as coyotes, foxes, wolves, eagles, and crows. This effect is voluntarily triggered, and all captured SCP-2750 instances have shown the ability to change into at least 5 different animals, though field reports have suggested that certain instances possess the ability to change into 9 or more different animals.
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Second known capture of an SCP-2750 instance, circa 1870.
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All SCP-2750 instances possess eyes that resemble those of their favored animal to mimic. Despite possessing animal-like eyes, most SCP-2750 instances demonstrate normal human vision.
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It is currently estimated that roughly 100 SCP-2750 instances exist outside of containment. SCP-2750 instances have been noted to travel in migratory groups pursuing a hunter-gatherer lifestyle. Interviews with captured specimens suggest a tribal structure akin to that practiced by the Navajo people in the Pre-Columbian period.
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SCP-2750 specimens have shown extreme aversion to human contact. SCP-2750 migration patterns specifically avoid any sign of human settlement, and all discovered instances seem to have instinctual fear of humans. Despite their close proximity to the Navajo Nation reservation, no SCP-2750 instance has ever been found within the territory of the reservation itself.
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No SCP-2750 instance has been encountered in the field since 1983, though signs of habitation from SCP-2750 have been found, such as the remains of campfires, tracks, and temporary encampments.
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SCP-2750 instances demonstrate expertise in many bushcraft skills, which is believed to have given them their ability to evade Foundation capture. To date, all known captured SCP-2750 specimens were impaired in some way, such as by disease, injury, or exile from SCP-2750 society.
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Knowledge of SCP-2750 has existed since the mid 1800s, when the American Secure Containment Initiative1 first made contact with the Navajo people. Said people gave the first description of SCP-2750 to an ASCI agent, which is currently the oldest record of SCP-2750’s existence. The noteworthy portion of his letter is transcribed here.
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…following the meeting, the natives described at length some manner of beast that plagues them much viciously. They call it a "yee naaldloshii." From what I gathered, this creature endeavours to invade the privacy of their homes to devastate the people within. The beast is of a mindless temperament; aggressive and deadly.
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In addition, these beasts may adopt the skin of all varieties of animals to bewitch the minds of men, as well as calling in a voice so pure and innocent, a man would not dare to question it. Some prefer the skin of a human, while others prefer the ways of the common animals.
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I am most worried, however, by their claims as to the mental properties of these beasts. One of their shamans swore up and down that they could know whatever a man was pondering with the lightest force of will. Should one of them glare at any poor soul, the unfortunate man shall lose all control of his limbs and mind. Had I not witnessed one of these monsters with my very own eyes, I should not have believed such an outlandish story.
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I am of the opinion that these "naaldloshii" present nothing less than a highly dangerous threat to the peace. Their bellicosity about the natives, along with a much feared tracking and hunting ability leads me to fear some expansion or violence to the people of our country.
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I write you this letter and send it through the fastest channels so that you may send a response here to quell any sort of unrest from these creatures.
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Following this incident, it is believed that an ASCI force was deployed to the region on the pretense of Native American pacification. Further notable records of SCP-2750’s containment outside of this incident do not reappear until modern day containment.
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SCP-2750’s existence to the public has been concealed under the Patterson-Gimlin Protocol, which has successfully decreased knowledge of SCP-2750 to the point of cultural fiction. Cultural knowledge of SCP-2750 among the Navajo people persists, though this is mostly for historical purposes, and not due to active belief in its existence by the majority of the population. Active enforcement of the Patterson-Gimlin Protocol for Navajo groups is not necessary.
During transference of SCP Objects from ASCI to Foundation control, numerous documents were discovered that pertained to SCP-2750. Upon review by the newly established Foundation’s Ethics Committee, these documents were sealed from general viewership. They have been reproduced here in their entirety.
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[This document is continued from the earlier letter presented in the description]
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Furthermore, the shamans begged of us our support in eradicating these creatures from the earth. Being as we are in need of allies in the region, I saw no reason not to accept the medicine man’s offer and be rid of a dangerous beast at the same time.
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The "naadloshii" seem to live in some savage tribal cult, much like the natives themselves. I am of the opinion that this requires more investigation, so we ought not be caught in an unpleasant situation where we know nothing of our foe.
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Document 2750-2
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The following is a telegram dated to 9/2/1857, approximately 3 months after the above letter is believed to have been sent.
ENEMY OFFENSIVE BLOODY STOP REQUEST MORE TROOPS STOP NO TRUST ANIMALS FULL STOP
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Document 2750-5
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The following is a letter dated to 11/25/1858. It is believed to have been addressed to then ASCI director, John Orville.
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Director Orville,
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The "Naaldloshii War" is concluded to our success. Were it I to choose though, success is a poor word.
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Heavy naaldloshii resistance is all but gone, as all leaders are dead or captured. Yet for this cost, we paid nearly 400 lives, and our allies, more than 1000. We counted and burned over 2000 enemy corpses.
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I fear that sporadic war will continue for years to come, until the enemy is totally eradicated, but seeing the strengths of this foe….it may be many, many years until it is truly over.
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I hope that it was all worth it, John.
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Colonel William Tyson, 7th Cavalry Regiment.
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Document 2750-6
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The following is an interview with the first captured SCP-2750 instance. The instance was captured following a battle between ASCI forces and an SCP-2750 raiding party. The instance spoke exclusively in the Navajo language. The interview has been translated from Navajo to English for ease of access.
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SCP-2750: Damn you. Damn you all, and may Tééhoołtsódii drown your children. The fire of Haashchʼééshzhiní will purge your souls from this world.
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Interviewer: Please, calm yourself.
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SCP-2750: You dare to speak to me in such a manner? You, who speaks the language of the Diné, yet betrayed our people so? Who are you to speak to me? You are nothing to us, and your punishment will be swift once you die.
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Interviewer: I do not understand what you are saying.
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SCP-2750: Do not mock me, snaketongue.
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Interviewer: I am not mocking you. Please c-
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SCP-2750: Lies. First you shun us for our arts and gifts that you so jealously coveted. Then you attacked us, provoking ceaseless warfare that has devastated us both. Then, you twisted us into unimaginable monsters in order to destroy us. And now, you have the gall to insult me so?
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Interviewer: I do not understand what you are saying. Can you elaborate?
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SCP-2750: I have heard what you said of us. You called us mind readers and violent beasts, as if we were no better than the worms that crawl through the earth, and some sort of creature that was devoted to evil. Our people are dying thanks to your lies and envy of our gift. Blood is on your hands brother, and our people will have their vengeance for it.
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Patterson-Gimlin Protocol
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The Patterson-Gimlin Protocol is currently in effect for SCP-2750. Active awareness of SCP-2750 is to be encouraged as a cultural phenomenon due to the inability to properly contain awareness of the anomaly at this present stage. All personnel should consult the Procedural Handbook for General Containment for more information.
Today at the Foundation, we are able to pride ourselves on our ability to contain anomalies with a minimum of visibility, collateral damage, and suffering. This, however, was not the case for one of our forebears in the American theater of anomaly containment, the American Secure Containment Initiative.
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From time to time we rediscover artifacts and anomalies that were badly butchered thanks to 19th century containment quackery and political motivations. It is our duty to clean up these messes of our ancestors. SCP-2750 may be the most blatant example of this.
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The documents currently on display for Level 3 researchers are only a fraction of what we have on SCP-2750. While they do accurately portray some components of the ASCI’s role in the Indian Wars, they don’t mention the unexpected side effects.
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You see, Navajo mythology has never stated that SCP-2750 ever had a limit on the number of transformations possible, and we’ve never found a reason why SCP-2750 appearances have dwindled at a faster than expected rate, even following the purges.
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We recently found a new SCP-2750 instance in 2008. Yes, the file is wrong. But that’s because the new instance we found was very, very different.
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This one couldn’t transform properly, so it was stuck in a state between a coyote and a human. What we gathered from it was that this is becoming the new norm among SCP-2750 populations. Apparently, the factor that allows SCP-2750 is to some degree genetic. The dwindling genetic pool has led to inbreeding that causes improper transformations. In addition, the increasing difficulty of finding game to hunt in the American Southwest has caused a dramatic decrease in SCP-2750 populations.
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The previous site director and the security committee that he assembled deemed that further knowledge of this development would be dangerous to site morale, and chose not to reveal this information publicly. “The last thing we need,” he said, “is more researchers taking pity on anomalies.”
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Indeed, we are not kind to anomalies that we contain, and we do not seek to humanize them. However, we do not destroy our anomalies, and we treat them in a logical manner. In this particular case, the wholesale destruction of an entire anomalous population thanks to political motives and shoddy evidence is inexcusable.
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Never forget the consequences of your decisions. Anything you choose to do here should not be taken lightly.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2767, in its tins, is to be kept within a storage locker at Site 15. SCP-2767 is not to be painted onto the walls of a room any number of rooms simultaneously without permission of the SCP-2767 head of research. Any wall treated with SCP-2767 must be cleared completely within 48 hours of application.
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Description: SCP-2767 is an unbranded type of 'Prussian Blue' paint contained across 12 8 unlabelled 1-litre tins. The tins which contain the paint display no anomalous properties and as such the quantity of paint is finite, and any paint produced by colour matching to SCP-2767 is non-anomalous.
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When a subject is placed within a room painted with SCP-2767, they begin experiencing feelings of claustrophobia, specifically that of the walls being extremely close. This effect occurs regardless of the actual distance between the subject and the walls. During testing, subjects are still able to converse and describe their feelings; however, they are physically incapable of moving from what they perceive as being a tightly enclosed space. The dimensions of this space are invariably (see Incident Report 2767-A) in almost all cases equal to their arm span, taken from the point where the effect initially manifests.
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The anomalous effects of SCP-2767 manifest from between 20 minutes to 6 hours after the subject has entered the room. At this point, subjects perceive the walls as shrinking to the aforementioned dimensions instantly. In 90% of cases, subjects with moderate-to-severe diagnosed claustrophobia experience effects within the first hour. 80% of subjects with moderate-to-severe agoraphobia, however, take from three to six hours to be affected. If psychological profiling indicates neither claustro- nor agoraphobia, the effect will initiate at any point between the aforementioned bounds. The effect is not present when more than one person is in the enclosed room.
All tests conducted with 4-walled testing chambers.
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Test-2767-1 - ██16/██/██
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Subject: D-2767-1
+Procedure: D-class without prior psychological testing. Door closed.
+Results: 2 hours 21 minutes in, subject began to to frantically attempt to move from within an invisible confined space. Subject expressed distress and stated that the "Walls are too close" multiple times. Subject was 'freed' upon the door to the test chamber opening.
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Test-2767-2 - ██16/██/██
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Subject: D-2767-2
+Procedure: D-class with psychologically evaluated 'high-level' claustrophobia. Door closed.
+Results: 45 minutes in, subject show signs of distress and started beating against an invisible barrier at arms length. Subject attempted to calm down, but 10 minutes later broke into hysterical crying. Upon door opening, subject broke 'free' of the invisible enclosure and collapsed. Subject taken away for psychological assessment.
+Notes: Following assessment suggests new increase in claustrophobic tendencies, with subject purposefully avoiding walls painted blue. Effects wore off within a week.
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Test-2767-3 - ██16/██/██
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Subject: D-2767-3
+Procedure: D-class with no assessed psychological claustrophobia or agoraphobia. Door open with security personnel positioned outside the entrance.
+Results: 8 hours in with no effects. Subject escorted from room without incident.
+Notes: Physical exit point appears to prevent the anomalous properties of SCP-2767 from materialising.
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Test-2767-6 - ██16/██/██
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Subject: D-2767-4
+Procedure: D-class with psychologically assessed severe agoraphobia. Door closed.
+Results: Subject displayed extreme discomfort upon door closing, sticking to corners of the room nearest to the entrance. Precisely 6 hours after the door closed, subject became highly distressed, wept whilst shouted profanities, and violently beat against an invisible confinement space for 20 minutes until the door to the testing chamber was opened.
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In an effort to speed-up testing, multiple rooms were painted with SCP-2767. Normally, these rooms are stripped of paint after each subsequent test, however on ██16/██/15, testing room 8 was painted before testing room 7 was stripped. This was unknown to researchers, who attempted to continue tests on D-class personnel:
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Test-14 - ██16/██/15
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Subject: D-2767-14,
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+Result: immediately upon the door closing, the subject froze in place and stood straight, arms to their side and facing directly forwards. Despite no visible motion from the subject, the camera and in-room microphones continued to record the subject. From the attached camera, the subject appeared to be able to move within an enclosed space now only slightly wider than their shoulder width. The footage proceeded as follows:
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D-2767-14: "Uh, not sure if you guys are getting this, but, uh, the walls are kinda close to me all of a sudden. I can barely move in here. Uh, looks like I can still turn just about OK though. Wait. There seems, uh, there looks like a passage to my right, have a look…"
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D-2767-14 turns to face this passage. It appears to go off to a seemingly endless point, disappearing into atmospheric haze. All surfaces throughout match the colour of SCP-2767. Subject is encouraged to proceed down the passage.
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D-2767-14: "Ok, so, seems endless but sure, if you say so."
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Subject continues to follow passage for 30 minutes, before it appears that it is beginning to narrow. Subject turns sideways after encouragement, and is now only capable of shuffling sideways. Camera is pressed directly against wall and no longer shows any relevant footage, however testing room microphones no longer pick up vocalisations, and so camera is left on to record audio.
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D-2767-14:" Ok, I can barely move and honestly I'm starting to panic. I uh, oh god, I can barely move., and jesus it smells now, like, like paint but… but like it's rotting. So chemical. Ugh, I wanna turn back. I… I can't turn back, there's just a… oh god no no no no no. There's a wall right to my left, I can't turn back, oh god oh god oh god…"
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D-2767-14 starts to show signs of a panic attack. Researchers issue encouragement that the exit is nearby and that a reward will be presented at the end. Subject, now crying, utters a muted agreement to continue. From security cameras, D-2767-14 still appears frozen in the centre of the testing chamber.
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D-2767-14: "This isn't right anymore… *soft whimpering* I don't want to go around the corner… don't… oh I need to leave. I just…"
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Proceeding motion from subject since rounding corner is filled with soft squelching and what appears to be the grinding and crunching of subject's bones. Subject's breathing becomes more laboured.
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D-2767-14: "I can't stand it anymore,…. it all hurts. hurts hurts hurts all of it. The space is not here why is not here…. I can smell myself… I'm in the walls…. Get me out of it… get me out of it… I'm in the walls…"
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Due to the 6 hour mark being the previous upper bound for anomalous manifestation, and there being no signs of an exit for D-2767-14, an attempt was made to open testing chamber 8. However, the doors to both painted chambers 7 and 8 were unresponsive. Explosives were ruled out in case of damage to subject. The test was therefore allowed to continue. During the following 5 hours, subject is silent apart from the occasional whimper and pause to catch their breath and cry. Despite having no water or food, the sound of scraping along the walls suggests subject does not slow movement due to what should now be moderate dehydration and hunger.
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12 hours into the exploration log, the scraping noises now indicate that D-2767-14 has slowed to around 10% of their previous speed. Subject begins to speak.
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D-2767-14: "It's happening… I'm home… no not home home is me… I'm home honey I'm home I'm home honey…"
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At 12 hours and 32 minutes in, security camera footage inside testing chamber 8 shows D-2767-14 has started to 'phase out', becoming slightly transparent. Footage from the adjacent painted chamber 7 shows what appears to be a human form materialising at the centre of the room at a rate equal to the phasing out of D-2767-14.
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With the subject now becoming less material, audio picks up loud agonised screaming from subject which does not cease until they are almost entirely immaterial in testing chamber. Testing chamber 7 shows an almost fully-formed D-2767-14 at the centre of the room, however their face is contorted into an exaggerated scream, arms spread outwards, and showing clearly severe injuries through tears in uniform. Moments later, the subject appears to have fully materialised in testing chamber 7, leaving no trace in testing chamber 8. Doors to both chambers suddenly open, and subject collapses to the ground. Medical response finds subject unresponsive.
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SCP-2767 was recovered on ██14/██/██ following reports of the Orville family going missing in ██████, Illinois. Local police arrived at the Orville residence to find Alan Orville dead in the centre of an upstairs room, covered in bruises and bleeding from bone protrusions. Further investigations into the house resulted in an officer entering a closet in the house recently painted with what is now known to be SCP-2767, with a noose hanging from the ceiling. The officer immediately reported a feeling of tremendous unease, and attempted to leave the closet, only to be trapped by the effects of SCP-2767. After two more officers encountered this effect, the foundation was called and Class-A amnestics administered to all affected. A journal was found in the living room of the house, written by Alan Orville, beginning ██/12/██/██, and ending 1 week before recovery. For notable excerpts from this diary, see Addendum-2767-1. Whilst 12 cans of the paint were found, 4 were completely empty, whilst the other 8 were unopened.
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All property on the house was exhumed by the Foundation and tested for anomalous properties, thus revealing the existence of SCP-2767. The house has since been demolished and Alan Orville buried with his wife and child at ██████ Methodist Church cemetery.
The following are excerpts from the diary of Alan Orville. An average of 4 days spanned between each entry, and many were mundane or not of note and thus have not been included.
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Well whadya know. 40 years in and I finally found the girl of my dreams. Her name is Chris, and boy is she beautiful and kind. I can't say a bad thing about her. We've been seeing each other on the internet for 2 weeks but today, at that nice chinese restaurant round the corner, is where I knew that I'm gonna marry this woman. I'll surprise her soon, but I suppose I'm smart enough to give it a month.
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██/08/██/12
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Chris moved into my place today. She may be a bit younger than me, but she's mature as hell and didn't hesitate when I asked her to do it! I best start clearing out the rooms then, and maybe do some pretty decorating for my pretty wife…
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██/09/██/13
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Well damn. Damn Damn Damnit again. Chris is pregnant. Been a month 'cording to the doctor. I don't really know what to think. My own child (and it IS mine!), what a life I've got to live. Suppose it was a good idea to live as free as I did up to now. In 9 months there'll only be 2 lives I care about, my wive's and my child's. Thank you god, I didn't spect it, but I'll take it and love it all the same.
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██/03/██/14
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Not long now and sweet little Robby will be popping out of Chris! I've been clearing out the spare room upstairs. Got some nice stuff for it: a crib, some toys, nice soft carpet so he don't bump himself up crawling 'round. Chris made sure it's all matching too. Her favourite colour is 'Prussian Blue', so I got some tins of that from the city (sure was hard to get hold of round here!). I got enough to keep painting the whole house with it until Robby leaves. I'll paint his room up this week so the Robby won't have to breathe in no fumes, leave plenty of time for it to dry.
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██/05/██/14
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Not much time to write 'cause the baby is home today! He might not see how damn pretty he is (has his mother to thank for that!) but I'm still gonna tell him. I still gotta work to keep paying, though. I don't wanna leave the two alone without me here, but can't exactly raise a child without having a job, can you? Robby'll learn that one day too, I hope.
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██/05/██/14
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Robby is dead.
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██/05/██/14
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I shouldn't have done any of this, should I? First little Robby, now I lose Chris? It was all a mistake. The doctor said the baby had some kinda brain problem, trauma or some sort. Maybe if I was home… no, it happened in the night…. We didn't hear crying, just woke up and he wasn't breathing no more. Chris sure cried though, but I didn't know how to do it myself. Doctor said she had a stroke from stress. I can't blame her though. No mother should see her child die. And no man should see his wife and baby die…
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This is it, then. I've got everything set up in the closet and I've tidied the house up too, so when I come back as a ghost we'll all be able to live here comfortably in the afterlife… I hope. I hope Chris can see the Prussian Blue I've painted in the closet. I hope it helps me think of her when I die…
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2805 is to be contained within a cryonic containment unit located within Site-77. No personnel are permitted to directly view SCP-2805, and must do all observation through closed circuit cameras. Any Foundation employees who have worked on or around SCP-2805 and subsequently leave employment of the Foundation are to be monitored. Any former personnel who worked with SCP-2805 are to be prevented from taking up employment with The Walt Disney Company.
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Description: SCP-2805 is the severed head of American industrialist Walt Disney, held in suspended animation within a cryonic freezer. Attached to the freezer are two rotary telephones, circa 1966. Analysis of the cryonic device has been hampered by the fragility of the device and the effect SCP-2805 has on personnel who speak to it. On the base of the cryonic device, the words "Siberian Solutions from the Oneiroi Collective"1 have been embossed.
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When a human subject is able to physically view SCP-2805, they will receive a phone call within 24 hours.2 The individual making the call claims to be Walt Disney, who will talk to the subject at length about their hopes for the future, their desires, and the "Epcot" portion of the Walt Disney World theme park. Digital analysis has confirmed that the voice on the other end of the line sounds identical to recordings of Walt Disney's voice circa 1965. Phone calls were traced to various locations owned by the Disney corporation.
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Occasionally, during these calls, unidentified individuals can be heard demanding to be allowed to speak to the subject. SCP-2805 will usually ignore them, but on occasion it has asked the subject to wait. During these times, a sound described by subjects as "frozen insects hitting glass" can be heard, before SCP-2805 resumes conversation, apologizing for delays from "unimaginative souls".
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SCP-2805 was discovered on 09/18/1967, when several secretaries for executives within the Disney corporation reported hearing calls from SCP-2805. After an executive member of the board of directors was called, he began to spend significant amounts of time with the original "Epcot" plans, and eventually began to petition strongly for fashioning the "Epcot" park as an industrial center, similar to how Walt Disney had designed it. Foundation personnel intervened once the phenomenon was recognized as legitimate, and SCP-2805 was discovered within a hid[REDACTED]ribbean. It was contained on 02/16/1968, and classified as Euclid.
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On 04/25/1968, SCP-2805 began calling Foundation personnel.
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Addendum: Interview log 2805-A
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Interviewed: SCP-2805
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Interviewer: Agent Smith
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Foreword: SCP-2805 called Agent Smith while the latter was involved in interviewing SCP-███. Familiar with SCP-2805's documentation, Agent Smith carried out an impromptu interview with SCP-2805.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-2805: Hello? Am I coming through?
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Agent Smith: Yes, can I, uh, ask who this is?
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SCP-2805: My name is Walt. I'm terribly sorry for calling without any forewarning, is this a bad time?
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Agent Smith: No, no, uh, please (sound of papers shuffling) please continue.
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SCP-2805: Well, if you've got the time, I'd like to talk to you about a project I've had in the works.
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Agent Smith: I've got all the time in the world, sir.
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SCP-2805: I call it the, uh, Florida Project. It's an experimental prototype for a future community. It's a place where the modern, hectic world wouldn't be a bother. A place where future technologies could be deployed, and then to the world. Unfortunately, I left my plans in the hands of people who didn't share my vision.
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Agent Smith: Who?
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SCP-2805: Marty. I hired him to work the newspaper, and after my, uh, illness, which I shall not go into, he was placed in charge of the Florida project. That's what I called it. But, they couldn't do it. All my imagineers, brilliant men, but they couldn't do it.
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Agent Smith: Couldn't do what, exactly?
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SCP-2805: The vision. None of them grasped it. I had thought, with the film, it was very explicit, but it didn't come across to them. I wanted a community of tomorrow, but they gave me a world's fair. Sklar, Marty, he was a wonderful boy, but he got it wrong.
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Agent Smith: I'm, uh, sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you?
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SCP-2805: Marty couldn't do it, but he's not my only recourse. Other people can. Maybe even you.
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Agent Smith: Me?
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SCP-2805: I had a great vision, for a place to save the modern world from congestion, and horrible crowded noisiness. I want a place my grandchildren can grow up in. Do you see what I mean?
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Agent Smith Yes… but I, uh, don't think you're coming to the right guy.
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SCP-2805: Oh, but I am!
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Agent Smith: How do you figure?
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SCP-2805: Your organization, sir. I can't say with honesty that I understand everything you do, but you've got quite a bit of pull, and you're certainly a mile ahead of the technology sector. You can do it.
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Agent Smith: I don't think-
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SCP-2805: I need you to help me. I have a delivery system for my message, built on the backs of unimaginative dreams and parasites. I'm using them, so that we can build a better tomorrow. Can you dream it?
SCP-2833-52, photographed prior to its containment.
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Item #: SCP-2833
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Object Class: Keter (previously Euclid; upgraded since 01/07/1975)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2833 instances are to be held in individual modified humanoid containment cells at Site-147, equipped with hermetically sealed walls and an observation window made of laminated ballistics glass. These cells are to undergo daily remote decontamination. Each SCP-2833 instance is to be supplied a bottle of mineral water and nutrients capsule thrice per day, delivered via inbuilt pneumatic tubes. Interviews conducted with any SCP-2833 instances are to be done via remote microphone.
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Update (01/07/1975): Mobile Task Force Omega-44 ("Death Seekers") is tasked with identifying and capturing any wild SCP-2833 instances in Northwestern India. While interacting with SCP-2833 instances, MTF Ω-44 operatives are to don Class A Hazmat suits at all times.
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Update (01/10/2010): All matters pertaining to SCP-2833 are handed over to Sitra Achra Joint Command. Further information is restricted to Project: Sitra Achra personnel.
Pursuant to Section 377 of Sitra Achra Joint Agreement, all instances of SCP-2833 currently contained by the Foundation are to be terminated. Wild instances of SCP-2833 identified are to be captured and interrogated at once. 24 hours after initial detainment, they may be terminated.
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MTF Ω-44 and GOC Strike Team 3396 "Maha Shakti" are subsumed as Sitra Achra personnel, and are tasked with the capture of wild SCP-2833 instances, due to both teams' prior experiences with SCP-2833. Site-147 is designated as a holding area for captured SCP-2833 instances, and will be under the purview of Sitra Achra Joint Command.
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Termination of SCP-2833 instances is to adhere to the following guidelines:
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Personnel supervising termination are to don Class A Hazmat suits.
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SCP-2833 instances slated for termination are to be incinerated, following decontamination of the termination chamber.
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Description: SCP-2833 refers to a group of genetically identical male humans, although each instance has a unique physical appearance. All instances of SCP-2833 are dressed in attires typical of the Aghori.1 Languages known to various SCP-2833 instances include Hindi, English, Gujarati, Dogri, Kashmiri, Punjabi, Urdu and an archaic Uralic language that does not correspond to any modern known variants of the Uralic language family.2
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SCP-2833 is capable of manipulating organic matter within its body, generating an anomalous parasite classified as SCP-2833-A. It is typically released through bodily orifices and open wounds on SCP-2833's body.
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SCP-2833-A refers to a parasitic invertebrate resembling insects of the order Diptera, approximately 20 mm in length. SCP-2833-A is red in colouration and capable of flight via its wings. SCP-2833-A typically attempts to enter the body of another vertebrate creature (referred to as "host") through the host's orifices or open wounds. SCP-2833-A instances usually attach themselves into a host's nervous system, allowing a corresponding SCP-2833 instance to manipulate said host's nervous system and sensory organs. This is utilised to induce hallucinations on a target or manipulate said target's body.
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Internal composition of SCP-2833-A consists primarily of a combination of keratin and muscular tissues with traces of ash. The interior of SCP-2833-A contains a spermatophore, which holds a miniature SCP-2833 instance. Miniature SCP-2833 instances found in SCP-2833-A instances are approximately 2 mm in length and are usually inert.
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If SCP-2833-A's host is a female human, SCP-2833-A instances may deposit their respective miniature SCP-2833 instance in the host's uterus. Thereupon, they will undergo growth in the host's uterus and consume all organic matter in proximity. Through SCP-2833-A, the "parent" SCP-2833 instance tends to manipulate female hosts to leave their areas of residence and reside in non-urban environs.
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After a period of approximately one year, a new SCP-2833 instance is born. In 100% of observed birthing events, the female host is unable to survive the process. Newborn SCP-2833 instances retain the memories of respective "parent" SCP-2833 instance, and are capable of speech from birth. Once born, newborn SCP-2833 instances tend to consume their "mother's" corpse. Notably, the death of the host does not hinder the gestation of SCP-2833. Instead, SCP-2833-A generates an unidentified embalming agent to preserve the host's body until the birth of SCP-2833. In those cases, SCP-2833 instances may be born prematurely.
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The first known SCP-2833 instance (classified as SCP-2833-1) was found in Himatnagar, Gujarat, India on ██/██/1969, where it was implicated in inciting civic unrest via its anomalous properties. SCP-2833-1 was then extradited by Indian authorities upon the Foundation's request.
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The existence of multiple SCP-2833 instances is identified upon the identification of four instances of SCP-2833 in a cemetery in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India on ██/██/1975. These SCP-2833 instances were previously ambushed by GOC operatives, resulting in the termination of an SCP-2833 instance. The remaining three SCP-2833 instances were successfully taken into Foundation custody.
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The presence of SCP-2833 instances is identified in rural areas within the Indian states of Gujarat, Rajasthan, Himachal Pradesh, Haryana, Punjab, Jammu and Kashmir. Total population of SCP-2833 is estimated to be in excess of 1,000.
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Addendum 2833-1: Selected Interviews with SCP-2833 instances.
Foreword: The following interview focuses on the existence of multiple SCP-2833 instances outside of SCP-2833-1, and is originally conducted in Gujarati.
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Dr. Sheel: SCP-2833-4, we have already identified that you and your fellows are the same genetically. Please explain.
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SCP-2833-4: We have said before. We are one being.
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Dr. Sheel: Surely there must be more of you. How many of you are still out there?
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SCP-2833-4: We are in your cages. We are distant from the hordes of the ignorant. We are grown like crops and livestock. We are growing in numbers and faith, and we will grow until the ascension of Samādhi.3
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Dr. Sheel: A Samādhi? Where is it? Who is buried in it?
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SCP-2833-4: Samādhi is beyond sight. And doctor, the buried will rise. To be consumed is the doorway to rebirth. This is our cycle, waiting for Samādhi with patience.
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Dr. Sheel: Hmm, and what will happen when this Samādhi arrives?
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SCP-2833-4: We shall dance the Tandava4 and consume the world for its rebirth.
Interviewee: SCP-2833-42 (recovered from the Soviet-Afghan border in ██/██/1985)
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Interviewer: Dr. Sanjay Sheel
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Foreword: The following interview focuses on the significance of "Samādhi" to SCP-2833 instances, and is originally conducted in Hindi. SCP-2833-42 was chosen as it has proven to be relatively cooperative among SCP-2833 instances contained by the Foundation.
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Dr. Sheel: SCP-2833-42, can you describe Samādhi to me?
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SCP-2833-42: If you intend to seek Samādhi, your quest is in vain. For we are the inheritor to Samādhi. Only we!
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Dr. Sheel: We will only seek Samādhi if it poses a threat to the world.
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SCP-2833-42: Samādhi does not threaten. It is we who were threatened, exiled when the Colossi overran Samādhi. We are the remnants, but we are never defeated.
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Dr. Sheel: Alright. You have previously described yourself as an inheritor of Samādhi. Why is that so?
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SCP-2833-42: We are of glorious lineage, the chosen stock of Karcist Vaski. Only the strongest and most zealous may serve his purpose. To that end, we cut and consume ourselves to persist and await for Samādhi.
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Dr. Sheel: Why is it important for you to wait for Samādhi?
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SCP-2833-42: The blood of our foes for our flesh and servitude. We once claimed our home by Karcist Vaski's miracles, and we shall reclaim Samādhi – that is our oath to Karcist Vaski.
Addendum 2833-2: Based on first-person accounts from [DATA EXPUNGED], SCP-2833 is hypothesised to be an anomalous group belligerent to the Daevite civilisation. However, no mention of SCP-2833 or 'Karcist Vaski' or similar entities have been found in SCP-140 and other affected texts.
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Below is a quote from SCP-2833-42 when it was asked of any knowledge of the Daevite civilisation.
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Daeva. They rot as Aom grew. Aom consumed them. But only most. Some used sorcery to flee. As did we. We too fled from those who intend to consume us. We fled! Cowards! Cowards!
Addendum 2833-3: Below is a partial collection of documents attributed to Sir William Henry Sleeman.5 They were collated by GOC and released for Foundation purview under Project Sitra Achra.
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The rural poor in India speak of a caste of bizarre mystics called the Vātula. As pale as Death, they bear an unusual fetish towards death and decay, and are honoured and feared among the peasantry of India. They are said to hail from a foreign land northwest of India, claiming their legendary homeland as Samādhi – a great city overran by a race of giants.
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In terms of religion, rumours hold them to revere Shiva. Yet they shun the temples of Shiva and worship among themselves in private. Their personal idol is leonine Sharabha6 entwined with the Ouroboros, which only they worship. These specific symbols harken to those of our esteemed Society, perhaps as a mark of identification. Before their idol, the Vātula frequently chant the word "Aom" in praise of the spirit.
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In addition, all the Vātula identify themselves as Karcist Vaski, and their sacred language resembles ours. Coincidentally, the legends spoke of Karcist Vaski fleeing southwards when the Colossi overran Adytum. Did he eventually settle upon the land of India and these Vātula be his scion?
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It appears that the respect and fear commanded by the Vātula is not universal. A group of men indeed oppose them – internally they are called the "Children of Kali", while outsiders fear them as "Thuggee". The Children of Kali Thuggee are aware of the Vātula, slaughtering them without spilling blood or falling prey to the "curses" of the Vātula. Although imitators of the Children Thuggee do exist, the Children Thuggee are singled out through them exclusively targeting the Vātula.
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On the other hand, the Vātula remain wary of our attempts to interact with them. They regard themselves as the sole survivors of our faith, and dismiss us as charlatans and deceivers. Perhaps we may require to express our sincerity to these ancient compatriots through the strength of action?
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I have received word from my allies that the "Daughter of Shadow" survived the implantation ritual. The Children of Kali Thuggee shall no longer be the spawn of a non-existent idol, but only Thuggee – deceivers moulded into the image of a false prophet, moulded in turn by us.
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The Daughter will be unleashed upon all of India and divide the Thuggee. While divided, we shall conquer them. If we exterminate the predator, the prey is allowed space to grow. The Thuggee can no longer harass the Vātula, and surely they will accept us as fellows.
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All is well. Feringhea has performed well as a sacrifice to our cause. His "testimony" spreads further discord among the Thuggee, in addition to their internal corruption by the Daughter. We will attempt to round up the remaining Thuggee, and have them culled and slaughtered and harvested.
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If necessary, we may persecute and strike down the Daughter just as much as the Thuggee – both true and false.
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In private, I have audience with several of the Vātula. It is unfortunate for them to be so reduced from their ancestral glory. They certainly recall their covenant religiously, but little else beyond that. With each cycle of transmigration, it appears that less of the mind and body are retained. The self and the need to reclaim Samādhi (which should be Adytum) are retained, but they are mostly degenerates at this point – mad men lost in the wind.
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Among those I had audience with, there is only one who retained the semblances of ancient wisdom – a Chiron amongst the Vātula. I have already arranged for him to be sent away to our other holdings, so that the vestiges of his wisdom may benefit the Great Society. Even so, I may be exaggerating the wisdom of this Chiron and I know not when insanity claims this vestige of Karcist Vaski.
Addendum 2833-5: On ██/██/2014, Mobile Task Force Beta-12 ("Icebreakers") has recovered the carcass of an unknown humanoid in Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia. An autopsy report of the recovered entity is as follows.
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Autopsy Report SCP-2833-74
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Subject: SCP-2833-74
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Mass: 184.3 kg
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Height: 1.82 m
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Age: Unknown
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+Details: Subject possesses an overgrowth of muscular tissues and bone, with particular emphasis on subject's limbs. DNA testing verifies that it is an SCP-2833 instance. SCP-2833-A instances are identified inside the subject's internal organs. Subject's body is modified to contain an organ analogous to the uterus in its lower abdomen, containing an infant SCP-2833 instance (designated SCP-2833-75).
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Due to marked differences from SCP-2833, SCP-2833-74 and SCP-2833-75 are slated for classification as a subspecies of SCP-2833. Pending confirmation. As such, SCP-2833-75 will be exempted from Section 377 of Sitra Achra Joint Agreement.
Filename: Aghori B (1).jpg
+Name: A Aghori sadhu in a cave near badrinath
+Author: Archit Ratan
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
+Additional Notes: Image monochrome from original.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2915 is owned and operated by Foundation agents as a typical Wendy’s franchise, under supervision of MTF Psi-25 "Trapped in the Drive-Thru". Personnel are to maintain all professional standards set forth by the Wendy’s corporation. Night-shift guards are to be equipped with gas masks and broad-spectrum UV lights.
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The freezer is to remain padlocked.
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Employees are encouraged to ignore all sounds emanating from within.
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Description: SCP-2915 is a Wendy’s franchise restaurant located in ██████, Ohio. The establishment possesses two primary anomalous properties.
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The menu at the time of containment did not align with normal Wendy’s products, appropriate health standards, or typical terrestrial biochemistry. All salvageable foodstuffs were removed from the premises for controlled laboratory study.
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The freezer does not possess a floor. The depth of the resulting shaft is unknown – probing missions have proven inconclusive. Six winch systems are attached to the ceiling of the freezer, each consisting of a chain and large meathook. These winches are controlled by a series of valves located at the door. One chain remains lowered into the shaft.
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Attempts to reach the bottom of the freezer shaft have been unsuccessful – the longest-surviving probe broadcast for over four months before communication was lost. Adjusting the height of chains has not been attempted beyond establishing the use of the valves.
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Yellow gas of currently-indeterminate chemical makeup will leak from the freezer during nighttime hours, generally between 0200 and 0445. This gas is heavier than air, mildly toxic (long-term exposure will result in damage to the lungs and kidneys), and will dissipate under concentrated ultraviolet radiation.
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Sounds might occasionally be heard emanating from within the freezer, and may include banging within the shaft, the rattling of chains, the scraping of metal on the inside of the door, and distant echoes of “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” by Frank Sinatra.
Special Containment Procedures: Maintenance Team-3415, consisting of Class-C personnel cycled in biyearly from a candidate pool, is stationed at SCP-3415's containment area. Two members of Maintenance Team-3415, trained as plainclothes guards, are to maintain a constant presence outside the building.1
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The building containing SCP-3415 is officially registered as condemned. Any unauthorized individual attempting to access the premises is to be apprehended, interrogated, and administered amnestics before release.
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Maintenance Team-3415 are to maintain a Standard Foundation Monitoring Post located outside of the cubicle housing SCP-3415. Any discrepancies in idle anomalous activity are to be logged and noted. Entry into the cubicle containing SCP-3415 outside of research sessions must be granted by the current head of Maintenance Team-3415. Time spent within the cubicle must not exceed more than one minute at a time due to risk of unpredictable anomalous behaviour.
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Currently, 34 instances of SCP-3415-1 remain onsite in varying storage units in SCP-3415's containment area. An additional 59 instances have been transported to Site-16 for research purposes and are to be kept in Storage Locker 18G outside of testing sessions.
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Description: SCP-3415 is a mind-affecting phenomenon involving the individual known as Jocelyn Blom2 and her position as a HR Representative for a small, now-defunct accounting firm. SCP-3415 is comprised of numerous anomalous alterations and cognitohazards applied to the space within Cubicle 11I, situated on the second floor of an office building located on the outskirts of Nottingham, England.
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The effects of SCP-3415 primarily manifest mentally with tenuous visual-audio elements. SCP-3415 can be triggered by an individual in two ways:
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Learning of any basic knowledge regarding Jocelyn Blom's identity. This includes details such as her full name3, place of birth or association with ████ ██████
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When an individual observes any visible portion of Cubicle 11I. This also extends to any visible portion of Jocelyn Blom at her workspace.
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When triggered, SCP-3415 will implant specific information regarding Jocelyn Blom into the mind of the affected individual. This information is not memetic in nature and does not override existing knowledge an individual might have involving Jocelyn Blom, who is busy.
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Analysis of the information delivered by SCP-3415 has determined that the anomaly's primary purpose is to convince an individual that Jocelyn Blom:
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Is currently present in her cubicle.
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Is able to complete any work assigned to her before the end of the workday.
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Is due for a promotion soon.
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Will not be disturbed for any reason that does not involve the assignment of unfinished work.
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Is currently not in a different location outside of her cubicle.
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Is responsible for all instances of SCP-3415-1
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Will not be punished in any manner if she is found breaking company policy or disobeying authority figures of any kind.
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Is not responsible for the kidnapping and murder of ████ ██████, a 22-year old vagrant who was last reported in a local homeless shelter on ██/██/████. This individual has yet to be located.
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Additionally, SCP-3415 implants the belief that an individual known as Lsaac Forster is responsible for the kidnapping and murder of ████ ██████. Of note is that the information transmitted regarding Lsaac Forster might be an error caused by the structure of SCP-3415's anomaly; an employee by the name Isaac Foster was noted to have worked in Cubicle 11D from a length of time spanning 2007 to 20██4. Lsaac Forster is interpreted as a separate individual from Isaac Foster by individuals exposed to SCP-3415's effects and can only be described as the responsible culprit for ████ ██████'s murder.
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Visual observation of SCP-3415 will display the presence of Jocelyn Blom at her workstation in Cubicle 11I. Individuals have been unable to describe exact details of Jocelyn Blom's appearance and behaviour beyond information enforced by SCP-3415. Attempts to capture visual record of Jocelyn Blom has consistently resulted in severe corruption of the produced images.
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On multiple occasions individuals have reported having been able to hold conversation with Jocelyn Blom, but were unable to describe the nature, topic or content of any discussion. Attempts at interviews have lead to transcripted logs becoming instances of SCP-3415-1. All transcripted replies from Jocelyn Blom in these logs are replaced by her signature, regardless of context.
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Attempting to remain within Cubicle 11I for longer than five minutes at a time will induce a secondary effect that compels the individuals to immediately exit the space. Affected individuals report mild disorientation upon exiting, citing a desire to leave Jocelyn Blom alone during work hours.
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Inspection of Cubicle 11I is difficult due to SCP-3415's effects extending to the state of numerous objects located within its space; these items also cannot be retrieved from their original locations and are not considered to be instances of SCP-3415-1. Various analytical sessions have determined Cubicle 11I contains the following:
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A standard office desk with two wheeled chairs. No anomalous effects noted.
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Several personal effects owned by Jocelyn Blom, located on her desk. Two items (identified as a white plastic bucket and an "X-Acto"-brand utility knife) described as having a 'soily' texture when touched.
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A Dell Monitor and Desktop. Attached to the desktop is an external hard drive of unknown make.
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A keyboard and mouse of unclear make. Described as noticeably 'blurred'. Both objects will randomly produce sounds associated with their function, despite lack of input.
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Multiple discarded boxes of KFC Boneless Banquet and five crushed cans of Tesco-brand cider. Located on desk. Contents missing.
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114 lbs worth of salt.
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180 lbs worth of unknown material. Described as having a 'soily' composition. Suspended midair, opposite of Jocelyn Blom.
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A full outfit consisting of winter clothes. Described as 'filthy'. Suspended midair, opposite of Jocelyn Blom. Noted to be overlapping with numerous other materials found within Cubicle 11I.
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SCP-3415-1 are cognitohazards considered to be the 'finished' versions of any item that has been affected by Jocelyn Blom SCP-3415. The majority of SCP-3415-1 instances are documents, files and forms that are typically handled in an accounting position. Many of these documents contain modifications made by Jocelyn Blom, with handwriting that has been confirmed as a 99.7% match.
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In order for an instance of SCP-3415-1 to be created, a corresponding 'unfinished' item must be placed within Cubicle 11I. If the item is considered 'unfinished' or a 'work in progress', it will be converted into a SCP-3415-1 instance after a period of 1-6 minutes. Items that do not possess these qualities and are not in direct contact with human skin will disappear after a similar period of time. The conversion of an item into a SCP-3415-1 instance has never been observed.
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The majority of standard cognitohazard detection routines indicate SCP-3415-1 instances do not objectively exist; those able to detect them as physical objects detect a number of highly complex cognitohazards covering the visible form of all instances. SCP-3415-1 instances otherwise function exactly like their nonanomalous counterparts.
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Jocelyn Blom can also create instances of SCP-3415-1 with unfinished works that would be considered outside of her area of expertise, so long as it can be considered 'complete' upon conversion. All instances are finished in a manner that would be expected with their associated form.5
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Addendum 3415-A: Recovery
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SCP-3415 was officially discovered by Foundation assets on 04/11/2014 after numerous reports of Jocelyn Blom being unable to leave her cubicle, despite the recent condemnation of the office complex containing SCP-3415.
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Due to the long-reaching effects of SCP-3415 it has been difficult to determine the original date of the anomaly's manifestation. Interviews with co-workers of Jocelyn Blom report a noticeable decrease in interactions with Jocelyn Blom as a result of her workload from as early as 2009.
On 27/01/2018 SCP-3415 displayed previously undocumented behaviour. SCP-3415 was seemingly triggered by Junior Researcher Durham, a recent transfer to Maintenance Team-3415. Durham had been tasked with daily documentation of the contents of Cubicle 11I and was struggling to properly identify multiple objects located on Jocelyn Blom's desk. Other members report hearing Durham engaging in brief conversation with Jocelyn. Upon exiting Cubicle 11I at 13:21, Durham was accompanied by two entities resembling young children.
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At this point, Junior Researcher Montemayor approached Durham as other present personnel began to call for additional support. The following is a recorded transcript of Montemayor's interaction with Durham:
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Montemayor: Toby? What the hell is-
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Durham: She asked me if I needed anything doing.
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M: Toby, what happened? Are those - oh, fuck. Those are your kids.
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D: Goddamnit, she was so helpful. She saved me a ton of grief.
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M: Toby, this is Jocelyn we're talking about. She only looks like she's helping. What the hell did she even do?
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D: She - she figured it out, Kat. She knew what to do. She did it quick.
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Durham reportedly remains silent for several seconds.
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D: I don't think she's thought this through.
+[End Log]
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Closing Statement: Junior Researcher Durham surrendered himself into Foundation custody and is currently being held for further screening of cognitohazardous effects. Additional individuals were identified as Durham's children and were promptly contained as an anomalous risk. All three individuals have been contained at E-Class Containment Site-04.
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All documents and files pertaining to the custody battle between Durham and his ex-wife were found to have been modified and completed by Jocelyn Blom at approximately the same time as Durham's departure from Cubicle 11I. Over 70% of these documents exhibit the same effects as SCP-3415-1.
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Twenty minutes after the initial incident, Foundation assets installed in local law enforcement in Melbourne, Australia reported a distressed emergency service call from Durham's ex-wife describing the disappearance of both her children from their residence.
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Interviews were attempted with both Durham children, resulting in apparent failure; all retrieved transcripts were recovered as SCP-3415-1 instances with Jocelyn Blom's signature in place of all corresponding text. Furthermore, interviewers were unable to recall any statements made by either Durham child. Additional analysis of the Durham children has revealed that they both exhibit signs of conversion into SCP-3415-1 instances. Classification of Durham children as SCP-3415-2 is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3604 is to be contained within a standard marine life tank in Site-16's Marine Biology Wing. The Wi-Fi chip within SCP-3604 is to be disabled at all times. Following Incident-3604-1, Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor private messages of Soundcloud rap musicians with fewer than 100 followers. Access to the entity is restricted to personnel with Level-2 clearance or higher.
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Description: SCP-3604 is a sapient Procambarus digueti1 with an ESP8266 Wi-Fi chip located on the interior dorsal side of its shell, near the heart. SCP-3604 possesses the ability to communicate via the Internet using instant messaging programs, online forums, private messaging services, etc. However, it appears to mainly upload recordings of an unidentified male voice (hereby referred to as SCP-3604-1) rapping onto the music publishing website, Soundcloud. Twelve Soundcloud accounts have been confirmed to be associated with SCP-3604, though it primarily uploads recordings under the account 'craydaddy.'
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Discovery: SCP-3604 was discovered on 14/7/2012 in The Broads National Park in Norfolk County, England when several wildlife researchers noticed a crawfish showing symptoms of Aphanomyces astaci infestation2. Upon bringing SCP-3604 to an on-location veterinarian, one of the wildlife researchers noticed that nine emails had been sent to her phone, from an anonymous sender.
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After receiving the emails, both researchers contacted local authorities who were able to track the IP of the emails back to SCP-3604. Nearby Foundation implants were notified of SCP-3604 and were able to recover it without incident. After recovering SCP-3604 one final email was sent to the researcher, though it was shortly intercepted. All civilians involved were administered Class B amnestics. (See Log of Recovered Emails)
Yo I seriously got to thank you, you are truly my biggest hero.
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Message-3604-2
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Seriously if you want to collab any time at all I will drop everything I'm doing to help. Like I really don't know how else to thank you.
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Message-3604-3
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Can you tell my family I'll miss them. They live about a mile upstream, from where you got me. Mom always gets worried about me. She doesn't need to, I know I'll go big one of these days.
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Message-3604-4
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I really can't say thank you enough. I hope you'll live a great a life.
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Message-3604-5
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I'm sorry for sending another but I was just wondering if you would like to get coffee sometime after this. I know this is a bit soon but you seem like a chill type of girl.
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Message-3604-6
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Don't feel obligated to, it's just a small suggestion. You're a great person, I would love to talk some more.
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Message-3604-7
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Your shoe's untied be careful. I don't want you to trip.
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Message-3604-8
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Hey can you like hold me up a bit higher… I've only ever gotten to see a bird's eye view once… it was pretty.
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Message-3604-9
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Though all of this works too. I mean I guess this still is a bird's eye view. You know I think this is some of the most fun I've had in a long time. Thank you.
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Message-3604-10
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I guess I'll see you later. Tell me if you ever want to collab. And if you don't, don't worry I won't forget you on my path to stardom. I'm sorry if I ever did anything wrong in these messages.
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Addendum-3604-A
+On 6/12/2018 Foundation Webcrawlers noted that a Soundcloud account, 'round$huckles', began to upload several raps involving SCP-3604-1 and various aquatic themes. Upon investigation, several chat logs with SCP-3604 were recovered. (See Incident Report-3604-A)
Foreword: The following chat logs were recovered from SCP-3604's internal Wi-Fi chip. SCP-3604's messages below are in blue.
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12:04 am 5/20/2018
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Hey sorry for the message
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+But I just want to say youre a great artist
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+and your songs are really underrated
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+oh thanks
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+and youre…
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+Just call me Craydaddy
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+wait…like really
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+dude I love your stuff also. its kinda crazy that you like my shit.
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+We all like different things anyways your rap isnt shit dont call it that. i really think you did great
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+Oh shit then we should like collab sometime
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+that sounds great ill be looking forward to it.
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10:06 am 5/30/2018
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+yo i was thinking about an album all to do with the little fish in the river bed.
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+like they all run when people come, and they dance when theyre away
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+😂😂😂😂
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+how high are you?
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+High?
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+like how tall I am
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+idk four to five centimeters
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+Man I really didn't think you were a stoner
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+?
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+Just ignore it, well gtg dude
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+got class in five min
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+see you then dude, gl with the classes
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12:08 6/5/2018
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+got any ideas so far for the collab?
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+tbh i got none
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+wait
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+acually I lied I have one
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+hit me
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+I've always wanted to write about a brids eyeview
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+like what the most powerful things see
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+It's beautiful iirc
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+that sounds dope…
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+really?
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+yeah let's work on it
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+wait i have a draft if you want to look over it
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+Birdseye.pdf
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+that's fuckin' powerful right there. i'll try to see if I can add anything to it
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+Thanks, it's an honor to work with you
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+ill send this over when I'm done
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7:05 am 6/12/2018
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+Birdseyerevised.pdf
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+It's nice. I like the bits you've added
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+👌
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+thanks man, you have some 🔥🔥 flow though you can have some weird stuff sometimes lmao
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+Ah yeah, get that a lot.
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+been trying to fix it
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+sorry if it wasn't that good
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+no no it was good, and hey it adds charm when should we meet up to record?
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+I really cant meet up Im kinda stuck where I am
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+😔
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+Im sorry
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+stop saying that it isnt your fault
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+listen I'll record my parts send it to you as a wav and then you can add in yours
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+does that work
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+Ok that works
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4:08 pm 6/20/2018
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+oh hey I've finally finished damn that took longer than expected
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+Oh nice can you send me the file I should have it edited and ready to go by tommorrow morning
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+man you have tons of time
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+yeah lol, it's kinda awful there's not a lot to do tbh
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+hey at least we get to talk
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+yeah its always nice
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+Aight gtg im heading off for breakfast soon, here's that file birdseye.wav
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+thx and see ya
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12:03 am 6/22/2018
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+Birdseye2.wav
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+wdyt
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+oh damn I love it. We putting it up today? 👀
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+Yep! you excited?
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+Oh hell yeah
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3:00 pm 6/23/2018
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+Man it's doing great
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+it's been an honor working with you man
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+Same to you
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+Anyways there's only so much I can do within this tank
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+I feel you. Society sucks they slap people in little spaces and then expect us to be okay.
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+Yeah that's the truth
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+Well I'm off I hope to see you soon.
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+See ya
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12:05 am 7/13/2018
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+Hey yo you still up?
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+huh?
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+ohdamn it's been forever since we've spoken
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+but hey whatever, whats up?
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+Okay
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+Okay, so I have an idea for the newest song and i was thinkin about collabing with you again
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+sure let's hear it
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+So like it talks about like crawfish and their struggles agaist storks
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+So it like talks about how some of them are like taken away
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+Then this one is like the one who escaped the storks grasp and he like talks about it
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+You get me
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+yeah i get you
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+the sybolism is an interesting way to put it but, I guess that's always how u always rolled
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+Symbolism?
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+wdym?
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+like how the rick are after the poor and like they prey on them
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+*rich
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+I mean I was just thinking that crawdads struggle and people ignore it a lot
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+you mean you want to rap about just crayfish
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+and like no symbolism or anything?
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+yeah?
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+i mean…😂😂😂
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+i feel like there should be more to it lol
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+It holds a special place in my heart
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+and it means a lot to me
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+crawfish?
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+that
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+and
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+the hardships they face
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+crayfish are just animals tho bruh
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+i mean
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+i hate to offened you but…
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+They aren't just animals!
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+they have families who care for them. they dream.
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+Animals arent that smart dog
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+im not a dog
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+and yea theyre smart, i been around animals
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+just cause you've been around them doesn't mean they're not supid.
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+Oh really then
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+yep.
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+Okay then what about me
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+Am I a stupid animal
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+No
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+your a person.
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+Nope
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+Oh then wtf are you a crawdad
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+Yes
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+I am acually
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+an I care deeply for the problems with in the crawfish community
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+lol that's fuckin great
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+Wait, what?
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+just you being a goddamn crawfish
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+alright let's get serious here
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+im serious thou
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+im a crawfish
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+dude this is getting stupid
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+it isn't joke
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+okay then mr. crawfish how are you typing
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+I don't type
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+all of this sorta comes from my heart
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+dude we both know this is bs
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+so let's just get back to writing
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+i am a crayfish though
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+dude
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+stop
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+im going to block you if you say this again
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+Im not joking
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+I am a crayfish
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+it's not funny
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+Its true!
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+Can't you beleive me!
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+alright, i had enough
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+peace out, wacko ✌
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+byeeeee
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+Well then fuck you
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+You're an awful person and the worst goddamn lyricistist I have ever had the misforutune of meeting
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+And you're just a talentless hack tailcoating off of my goddamn success
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+wait
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+you
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+you really think that
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+don't you?
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+wait no fuck
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+Im sorry I really am
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+please don't go hear me out man please
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+dude?
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6:45 am 7/13/2018
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+Listen just respond
+fuck off
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10:00 pm 7/13/2018
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+Please dude
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1:00 pm 7/25/2018
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+please
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12:00 pm 7/26/2018
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+I'm sorry
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Closing Statements: Following Incident-3604-A, the Soundcloud account, round$huckles, had removed all references to SCP-3604-1 and all notable aquatic themes have been taken out of their recordings. SCP-3604 is currently lethargic and unresponsive to stimuli. A request to provide SCP-3604 a companion is, at the time of writing, pending approval.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3707 is kept at Site-81's anomalous motor pool and maintained as necessary to ensure drivability.
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Description: SCP-3707 is a 2002 Toyota Camry with Minnesota plates. Anomalous properties manifest when occupied by exactly one human, who is driving it between 12 AM and 3 AM local time. Subjects report a mild compulsion to drive SCP-3707 away from their place of residence, with no ultimate destination in mind. Should this compulsion be followed for at least one hour, SCP-3707 and its occupant will disappear when unobserved. SCP-3707 will be found abandoned near a roadway at least 805 kilometers away from the disappearance point. No subject has ever been recovered.
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All tested individuals (including family, coworkers, etc.) are indifferent to the subject's disappearance, experiencing no distress and often failing to alert relevant authorities. Individuals affected this way will report that they "respect [the subject's] decision", though they are unable or unwilling to elaborate further.
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Within one week, the subject's roles in groups, organizations and interpersonal relationships will be filled with other individuals, with no decrease in overall functionality or wellbeing. This occurs through apparently mundane processes. After three months, individuals will not think about the subject unless prompted.
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Occasionally, SCP-3707 will disappear from containment. In each case, a different vehicle with the same anomalous properties will be recovered within one week. This has occurred four times.
📝 I'm open to a rewrite collab - hit me up if you've got a killer idea.
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This is a multiple-choice story. The arrow-shaped links at the bottom of each page represent choices that will take you to another page.
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A full read of one pathway of this SCP should take about 15 minutes. The longest path is 28 pages, and the shortest is 13. There are 67 pages in total.
Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept in standard pre-containment holding cell. A researcher is to be assigned to classify it as soon as possible.
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Description: None yet available.
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You read the object's document — all measly 24 words of it — and shudder at the work that lies ahead of you.
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Your name is Senior Researcher ████ ████████, and you are a researcher assigned to SCP-3939.
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Last week, you were demoted from Class 4 to Class 3 on account of critical oversights in your last project. It wasn't your fault, but they didn't see it that way. Fortunately for you, that wasn't your last chance — but this is. SCP-3939 could be the last project you ever work on for the Foundation, and that prospect terrifies you. The thought of going 'home', of having a 'family', a 'normal life', being able to do all the things normal people do — what the sheep do — that's not okay. The Foundation is your home, your family, where you belong. Your life's work is here, and now that it's all in jeopardy, you're more stressed than you've ever been.
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You have three days to develop full containment procedures for an unknown SCP. SCP-3939. You've done this a hundred times before, and they didn't give you an MTF to help you out, so how bad can it be?
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You get to work immediately. From the terminal in your office, you do what research you can to fill yourself in on what you've missed. It quickly becomes clear that all is not as it seems. You've asked the right people the right questions, but something is very wrong. The object has been in containment since Site-39's records began — thirteen years ago — but there is no history of its acquisition, of previous containment procedures, or even of previous researchers.
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So they've just had this anomalous object sitting about in some holding cell in storage for thirteen years, unclassed, uncontained, just doing whatever. And no one has thought to think about properly containing it until now.
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See, normally, stuff is at least classified immediately. You know, Safe, Euclid, Keter. However the Foundation found out about the skip, however it was retrieved, they must know something. But you've read the document twenty times now, and you know nothing. Except that it's a gramophone. At least they bothered to take a picture before they took it in.
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You're not familiar with the object class that's on file right now. Could be a placeholder code, could be a researcher on an ego trip trying to come up with something new, could be something else. Probably they only want the problem fixed now because it's clogging up a flowchart somewhere. Well, you're not one to pass up a good opportunity. This will be your chance to shine. Make good enough containment procedures, and you might just get your Class 4 back, who knows.
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You've been given two Junior Researchers: Ms. Sally Hawthorne and Dr. Carlos Rodriguez. You've worked with both before, though only a small amount, and not less than a year ago.
"An early attempt to photograph SCP-4061-α by previous caretakers"
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4061-carrying bacteria cultures must be cultivated every 10 days. These cultures are to be stored under a covering of sterile mineral oil at 4-6°C in a secure cold room of Unit 21 of Site-76. Only personnel of clearance 3 or higher are permitted to interact with SCP-4061.
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Description: SCP-4061 is a gene sequence copied via CRISPR-Cas91 from SCP-4061-α into bacteria modified from Escherichia coli K–122. These cultures carry genes that express the same anomalous qualities as SCP-4061-α, expire if not kept cool after 6 hours, and are not transmissible outside of lab conditions.
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SCP-4061-α is the remains of a 4-year-old male German Shepherd dog which had the ability to detect and interfere with the use of photographic devices active and directed at it. SCP-4061-α expired from natural causes on 06/05/16. Its remains were incinerated on site.
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SCP-4061-α attempted to move out of view of any photographic device. During all attempts to record SCP-4061-α, it emitted either electromagnetic radiation that destroyed unprotected electrical recording equipment or a hazardous effect manifesting as nearby objects non-coincidentally interfering with devices recording SCP-4061-α.
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Recovery: SCP-4061 was discovered on 05/07/16. Further documentation on SCP-4061 can be found in the Stealth Technology Research Division's project codenamed "Stray Mutt".
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SCP-4061-α was recovered on 12/15/2015 by Mobile Task Force Pi-1. Field agents were deployed after several perimeter security cameras at a public front of a Foundation site had simultaneously failed. Agents were able to determine that the cause of the security camera failure was SCP-4061-α after a nearby small-town news team attempted to run a story related to an "unphotographable dog". A disinformation campaign and amnestics were used to enable the transfer of SCP-4061-α into Foundation custody.
+Stray Mutt - Stealth Technology Research Division
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Due to the existence of another animal (of the same subspecies and located at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) with similar anomalous qualities, Dr. Baxter has recommended gene sequencing of SCP-4061-α.
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He hypothesized that there may be a similar gene that both animals carry and express that is not found in others of the C. l. familiaris subspecies.
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05/07/16
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Following SCP-4061-α's genomic testing, an atypical gene was isolated, and is hypothesized to be the cause of SCP-4061-α's anomalous effects.
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Dr. Baxter has submitted a request for approval in attempting to edit SCP-4061 into bacteria via CRISPR-Cas9 to create an anti-recording salve.
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06/04/2016
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O5-7 has expressed interest in two possible applications of Dr. Baxter's proposal. The first is to mask the movement of Foundation agents and their alternate identities from digital surveillance of rival global organizations. The second would be to reduce the cost and liability of obtaining or altering data from devices after administering amnestics to non-foundation personnel in the field.
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A determination as to the posthumous duration of SCP-4061-α's anomalous properties is needed before funding can be allocated to the project.
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06/11/2016
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SCP-4061 was successfully edited into Escherichia coli K–12 bacteria and stored at Site 76. SCP-4061 expires in 6 hours if not kept at 4-6°C in a controlled environment. SCP-4061's properties last in the bacteria for 4 hours after expiration.
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SCP-4061-α was redesignated as such, and the gene was designated SCP-4061.
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06/18/2016 - Performed by Dr. Baxter
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Procedure: SCP-4061-containing bacteria were added to a probiotic ointment and applied to subject D-1777. D-1777 was then instructed to sit in a chair in a clean room as multiple cameras were activated in 15-minute intervals.
+Results: Each surveillance camera was destroyed by strong electromagnetic radiation until 7 hours had passed.
+Analysis: The repeated strain on the bacteria to prevent recording shortens their lifespan.
+All anomalous properties of SCP-4061-α are found to be acquired by a subject when a salve containing SCP-4061 is applied topically.
A sample of SCP-4061-carrying cultures were logged as missing. All personnel with access to SCP-4061 are to be held for questioning until the sample can be found.
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06/20/18
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A member of research staff was identified as the last to interact with SCP-4061. After interrogation, it was determined that they had been compromised by an organization called the Attendants of Requital.
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How they were initially compromised remains unknown, but a book in their locker had been highlighted to create a detailed list of instructions.
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The SCP-4061-carrying culture was not located.
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06/21/18
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Equipment being used to record the movements of four individuals under surveillance, who were believed to be a part of the Chaos Insurgency, failed unexpectedly.
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It is at this moment unknown how or if the Attendants of Requital are in any way linked to the Insurgency.
Procedure: Attempted to record SCP-4061-α with a recording device.
+Results: Video and images blurry from either interference or motion are obtained prior to SCP-4061 moving out of view of the recording device.
+Analysis: SCP-4061-α will need to be restrained in future experiments to isolate its anomalous effects as recommended by Dr. Gilbert.
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03/10/16 - Performed by Dr. Gilbert
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Procedure: Immobilized SCP-4061-α with restraints and attempted to take photos.
+Results: Fly landed on the lens every time a photo was taken.
+Analysis: Direct view of SCP-4061-α seems to create a hazardous effect for viable recording.
+Dr. Troy has decided that we will next attempt to use a nondirect view to record SCP-4061-α.
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04/03/16 - Performed by Dr. Troy
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Procedure: Immobilized SCP-4061-α with restraints and recorded its reflection.
+Results: Mirror cracks immediately as the recording device is activated.
+Analysis: Direct line of sight of SCP-4061-α is not required to trigger the hazardous effect.
+Dr. Gilbert has hypothesized that SCP-4061-α's effect may have a limited range.
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04/10/16 - Performed by Dr. Gilbert
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Procedure: SCP-4061-α is to be recorded by a drone at an altitude of 1000m.
+Results: Control signal to the drone was cut by unknown interference.
+Analysis: SCP-4061-α's hazardous effect range is greater than 1000m.
+Dr. Troy and I have concluded that if all variables that could be used in SCP-4061-α's hazardous effect are accounted for, SCP-4061-α should be able to be recorded.
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04/17/16 - Performed by Dr. Troy
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Procedure: Immobilized SCP-4061-α with restraints inside of a clean room with climate control before attempting to record it.
+Results: Recording device is destroyed by strong electromagnetic radiation.
+Analysis: In an event where SCP-4061-α's hazardous effect is controlled, SCP-4061-α emits strong electromagnetic radiation.
+Dr. Gilbert and I will attempt the same experiment in a mirrored room with EM insulated equipment.
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05/04/2016 - Performed by Dr. Gilbert and Dr. Troy
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Procedure: Immobilized SCP-4061-α with restraints inside of a mirrored clean room with climate control before attempting to record it with EM insulated equipment.
+Results: SCP-4061-α escapes containment after emitting a burst of bright light.
+SCP-4061-α is found in a nearby hallway and returned to containment.
+Analysis: SCP-4061-α's ability to escape containment is both unprecedented and concerning.
+Until it can be verified that no harmful levels of radiation were emitted by SCP-4061-α under these circumstances, further testing is suspended.
+Upon discovery that no harmful levels of radiation were emitted, we will attempt the same experiment in an unmirrored room.
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05/27/2016 - Performed by Dr. Gilbert and Dr. Troy
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Procedure: Immobilized SCP-4061-α with restraints inside of an unmirrored clean room with climate control before attempting to record it with EM insulated equipment.
+Results: SCP-4061-α escapes restraints after emitting a burst of bright light.
+SCP-4061-α remains in the room yet unrestrained and outside of the view of the recording device.
+Analysis: SCP-4061-α will relocate out of a recording devices view if neither electromagnetic radiation or its hazardous effect can prevent it from being recorded.
+We have concluded that SCP-4061-α cannot be recorded by any natural methods.
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06/05/2016 - Performed by Dr. Gilbert and Dr. Troy
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Procedure: Repeated attempts to record an expired SCP-4061-α.
+Results: 4 hours after SCP-4061-α had expired normal photography was possible.
+Analysis: The properties of SCP-4061-α last for a 4-hour duration after expiration.
Special Containment Procedures: All archaeological excavations of sites in the former Byzantine Empire are to be monitored by Research Task Force Digamma-7 ("Classical Cosmonauts") for instances of SCP-4066-A and -B. SCP-4066-A instances are to be documented and then defaced in ways consistent with decay, vandalism, or iconoclasm1 and returned; SCP-4066-B instances are to be confiscated and contained in an anomalous object storage vault at Site-77. Civilians who have come into contact with SCP-4066-A or -B instances are to be treated with Class-A amnestics.
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Proposals for the study or reverse-engineering of SCP-4066-B instances should be submitted to the SCP-4066 containment lead, Dr. Kristin Maur, and require the approval of Site Director Gillespie.
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Description: SCP-4066 is the collective designation for the dynasties of Byzantine emperors that were founded by, supported by, or composed of extraterrestrial or extradimensional entities. Between the ascension of Constantine I as sole Roman Emperor in 312 and the sack of Constantinople by the Ottoman Empire in 1453, almost every ruling family in the Byzantine Empire was in some way associated with extraterrestrial activity; during this period, there was very little confirmed extraterrestrial activity elsewhere on Earth. As of yet, no explanation for this trend has been found.
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Art and literature from the Byzantine Empire that describes or depicts extraterrestrial entities and activities is designated SCP-4066-A; extraterrestrial technological artifacts from this period are designated SCP-4066-B.
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Addendum: Emperors and Dynasties with Extraterrestrial Influences
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This addendum contains short descriptions and summaries of the Byzantine dynasties with known extraterrestrial/extradimensional affiliations, alongside supplementary documents and data that serve to identify the nature and scope of those affiliations. These dynasties are designated SCP-4066-α through SCP-4066-π. For full dossiers on the individual dynasties, contact the containment lead, currently Dr. Kristin Maur.
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Constantinian Dynasty - SCP-4066-α (312-363)
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The emperor Constantine was the first Roman emperor to convert to Christianity. Mainstream historical sources claim that this conversion was the result of a vision Constantine experienced before the Battle of the Milvian Bridge in 312, in which he was instructed to adopt the sign of the Chi-Rho, a Christian symbol, to ensure his army's victory. Constantine's private journals, preserved in the library of the Great Lavra Monastery on Mount Athos, reveal that he received visions from the same entity throughout his reign; Constantine identifies this entity as either Sol Invictus or the Christian God, and says that the visions always came from "the morning sun himself". These visions gave Constantine advice on military, political, and economic matters, and encouraged him to support both the pagan cults of Mithras and Sol Invictus and the Christian church.
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Constantine's dynastic successors continued to receive these visions and for the most part followed them, with the exception of his nephew, Julian the Apostate, who rejected the visions as the "messages of a false god" who was "preparing [the empire] for a war that is not ours". Julian believed that these visions had been misinterpreted by his predecessors, and that rather than advocating for Christianity, the visions wished him to found a new religion, which he described as "antithetical to the ancient customs of Rome and the new laws of the Christians". Julian argued against the messages he had received in a series of philosophical dialogues titled Against Himself; a section of the third dialogue is reproduced below.
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Document 4066-α-17: Against Himself Chapter 3, p. 4-6
+Circa 362 CE. Sixth-generation vellum copy, Venice, Italy. Greek. Translated by Gavin van Hofwegen, 1937.
The main characters of the dialogue are Julian himself (Jul) and Phantasm (Pha), the representation of his visions.
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Pha: But Julian, the world is in danger; nay, all worlds are in danger. My brothers and I weaken each day, and as we weaken, our enemies grow stronger.
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Jul: And who, oh Phantasm, are these enemies of which you speak? Are they the Persians, who menace my empire's eastern borders? Are they the Goths or the Alemanni or the Franks, any of the barbarians my uncle subdued?
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Pha: No, Julian, they are none of these.
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Jul: Then they must be within the empire: my own rebellious subjects, in Gaul or in Syria, or perhaps my Christian cousins who covet my throne?
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Pha: They are not within your empire, or within any mortal empire or kingdom or nation.
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Jul: Have I angered the gods somehow? Or will the centaurs return from the wilds to make war on man once more? Or maybe the Christians speak the truth, and their god will return with a host of spirits and cast me down into Tartarus for my apostacy! Am I any closer, Phantasm?
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Pha: You are no closer, Julian. Our enemies are not from the underworld, nor from the heavens. They live not on your world, nor on any world, nor in any star, nor in the space between the stars.
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Jul: Then who, Phantasm, are these enemies, and where can they be found, if they are not anywhere in creation?
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Pha: Our enemies are outside creation; they are unknown to man and to god; they hate the world and all life in it.
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Jul: Then how, oh wise Phantasm, am I to combat them? Where can I march my legions, that I may fight these haters of all?
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Pha: Only my brothers and I can fight them. You must support us in our eternal war.
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Jul: And how can I support you?
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Pha: Worship us. Lend us your blood for our eternal struggle. Make the sacrifices we require to continue our battle.
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Jul: Now I see through your motives, Phantasm! You are hungry, are you not? Desirous of sacrifices? You crave the worship of mortals?
The text continues for another seven pages; it ends with Julian concluding that Phantasm is some sort of minor spirit who has latched on to the imperial family, seeking worship and sacrifices. Investigation into the similarities between the philosophy articulated by the character of Phantasm and the Ortothan mythos of the Church of the Second Hytoth is ongoing.
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Valentinian Dynasty - SCP-4066-β (364-379)
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The Valentinian dynasty were members of a species of sapient humanoid extraterrestrials of unknown origin. SCP-4066-A instances depict Valentinian emperors and other members of their family with instectoid facial features, including compound eyes, chewing mouthparts similar to grasshoppers, and long antennae; these individuals had four arms, two on each side branching from a single shoulder joint, and two legs. Depictions of the Valentinian emperors exhibit a mild antimemetic effect, causing observers to perceive them as depictions of human beings; as a result, the anomalous nature of SCP-4066-β was not discovered until the first use of mnestic drugs by the Foundation in the 1980s.
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Theodosian Dynasty - SCP-4066-γ (379-457)
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Theodosius I, founder of the Theodosian dynasty, had close trading relationships with a number of extradimensional and extraterrestrial nation-states, including the Dominion of Cephus, the city-state of Alagadda, the Central L'Kir Co-Prosperity Tesseract, and New Carthage. These trade deals were brokered by two close advisors of the Emperor, Demetrios Makellos and Kourios Skotos, and resulted in an influx of extraterrestrial consumer goods, thaumaturgic and alchemical artifacts, and non-human slaves.
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Leonid Dynasty - SCP-4066-δ (457-518)
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The entire Leonid dynasty appears to have been fabricated at some point in the mid-8th century, replacing two Theodosian Emperors, Theodosius III and Arcadius II, and a non-dynastic emperor, Philip Chrysonomos2. Historical records and material evidence were significantly altered, although the memories of most individuals were not; nevertheless, only a few contemporary individuals seemed to notice the change, all of them monastic scholars, and none of them released that information publicly.
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Examination of the Church of Saint Mary of the Spring, a sanctuary in modern Istanbul founded by the first Leonid Emperor, Leo I, revealed an inscription on the ancient cornerstone concealed by a series of antimemetic sigils; the inscription, originally written in both Latin and Lisk'Kvar3 has been reproduced below.
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Document SCP-4066-δ-17: Cornerstone Inscription, Church of Saint Mary of the Spring
+Date unclear. Inscription on marble, Istanbul, Turkey. Latin/Lisk'Kvar. Translated by Anne Benoit and Ezekiel N'krumah, 2012.
In the Year of the World 59454, the Emperor Leo witnessed a miracle, the Mother of God giving him the power to cure a blind man. Upon his ascension to the throne, he founded upon this spring a church, dedicated to Saint Mary, in honor of the miracle.
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[Translator's Note: The remainder of the inscription is in Lisk'Kvar ideograms, which have complex context-dependent meanings; the translation is necessarily imprecise.]
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In the Era of the [Dark/Black/Hidden] Star5, "Cartwheels-Through-The-[Red/Orange/Burning]-[Fruit/Food/Pigment]-Trees"6 came to this [planet?], and on it created an [artwork/miracle]. "Cartwheel" [remade/rewrote] the [history?] of a [nation/people], but not their [minds/memories/souls]; all [sapient beings/artists] forget their [history?] too [quickly/easily/freely].
The inscription is signed by the same "Cartwheel" mentioned in the text. The Foundation has as of yet been unable to ask any Lisk'Lurthan individuals about the Leonid dynasty, the inscription, or the individual mentioned within.
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Justinian Dynasty - SCP-4066-ε (518-602)
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Documents recovered from excavations within Nx-34 have revealed that all important members of the Justinian dynasty, including all Justinian emperors, were controlled by the psionic extraterrestrial species known to the inhabitants of Nx-34 as the "Soul-Thieves". A colony of Soul-Thieves was established in an artificial cavern in the harbor of Constantinople; when a member of the dynasty that was under the control of these entities left the city, they would be followed by a Soul-Thief either in the sea or in a levitating tank cloaked in a light-refraction field. The eventual deposition of Emperor Maurice by Phocas (see below) was possibly aided by some natural psionic resistance granted by Phocas' divergence from baseline humanity.
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Phocas - SCP-4066-ζ (602-610)
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SCP-4066-A instances depicting the usurper Emperor Phocas show the sloping forehead, pronounced brow ridge, and protruding jaw typical of Homo neanderthalensis; contemporary sources claim that he and his family spoke a dialect of Greek not like any spoken in the empire, and that he made occasional veiled references to a birthplace to which he could never return. Extraterrestrial/extradimensional origin unconfirmed, but likely.
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Heraclian Dynasty - SCP-4066-η (610-695)
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While no documentary evidence has been found linking the Heraclian Dynasty to extraterrestrial activity, archaeological excavations of sites from this period contain numerous instances of SCP-4066-B, mostly military armaments. A representative list is presented below.
Two artillery railguns, probably originally rendered inoperable by earthquake damage. Instances were found in what was once the bay outside the ancient harbor (now several kilometers inland due to silt deposition by the Küçükmenderes River). Instances appear to have been connected to some external power supply, which has not been recovered.
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Nineveh (Mosul, Iraq)
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Remains of four powered-armor exoskeletons, heavily battle-damaged and with the internal power sources removed. Instances are engraved with passages from Christian scriptures, and each has a panel on its chest depicting one of the four winged creatures named in the book of Revelation and associated with the four Christian evangelists: a lion, an ox, an angel and an eagle.
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Jerusalem
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637-8
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Skeleton of a large six-legged mammalian creature, killed by a spear wound to the neck; genetic testing indicates extraterrestrial origin. Skeleton found inside heavily rusted scale armor with built-in saddle; design is similar to contemporary Byzantine horse armor.
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Phoenicus (Finike, Turkey)
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Wreck of a seagoing hovercraft, 15m in length. Hovercraft appears to have been solar-powered, and was equipped with a bronze ram at the prow and two ballistae amidships.
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Dvin, Armenia
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47 lithium-ion batteries, enclosed in a ceramic vessel. Batteries appear to have been used at time of deposition; a number of SCP-4066-B instances which could accept this shape of battery have been recovered.
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These SCP-4066-B instances cannot be traced to a single extraterrestrial civilization; the Heraclian dynasty had probably established a relationship with some group of extraterrestrial arms dealers, although what they could have provided such a group in return for these weapons is unknown. It is possible that the formula for the incendiary compound known as "Greek fire", invented near the end of the Heraclian Dynasty, was also given by or purchased from extraterrestrial entities; research is ongoing.
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Tiberius III Apsimar - SCP-4066-θ (698-705)
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Tiberius III Apsimar was a Scientologist. Further information is restricted to personnel assigned to Project FROZEN SOUL and the Temporal Anomalies Department.
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Anastasios II - SCP-4066-ι (713-715)
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Recovery of the remains of Anastasios II revealed that this Emperor was a humanoid robot, controlled from a small cockpit within the chest cavity. The cockpit is sized for an entity between 15 and 20 cm in height, with at least six manipulating appendages. Anastasios II was powered by a small fusion reactor, which was damaged during its execution by Leo III; the identity and fate of its pilot are unknown.
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Irene of Athens - SCP-4066-κ (797-802)
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Irene of Athens, regent for her son Constantine VI and then sole ruler in her own right, was the host for an extraterrestrial parasite, which was invisible to the naked eye but could be seen by individuals with anomalously enhanced sight. Descriptions of the parasite's appearance vary; one of Irene's advisors, a eunuch named Aetios, compiled a number of these descriptions in Τὸν Βίον Τᾶς Βασσιλίσσας (The Life of the Empress), his biography of Irene.
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Document 4066-κ-5: Τὸν Βίον Τᾶς Βασσιλίσσας, Book 4, Chapter 6
+Circa 800. Fourth-generation parchment copy, Rome, Italy. Greek. Translated by Ioannes Pappapetrou, 1927.
The Empress could see her own daimon7, of course, and so could her mages and alchemists, and those priests and monks gifted by the Lord with heavenly sight. But no two of them saw it the same way, and argued among themselves over who was more correct in their seeing.
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The court wizard, the eunuch Bartholomeos Timotheou, saw a halo of flames around the Empress' head, from which golden eyes stared in all directions; and of course he swore that it was a member of the lower orders of angels, sent to advise the empress of the Lord's will. His apprentice, Petros Polydactulos (he had a sixth finger on his left hand, a sure sign of sorcerous talent), believed that the Empress was constantly circled at her waist by a five flying discs, each of a different precious stone, that passed through all solid matter as they orbited her. The Egyptian physician we called Harpocrates8, as he was mute, sketched what he saw when he applied a certain ointment to his eyes; curls of smoke emerged from the Empress' ears and nose, and coiled upwards in intricate spirals.
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The priests saw visions stranger still, although despite the oddness of these sights none of them believed that the daimon was infernal in nature. Brother Leontios of the Stoudion saw swirling black lines crawling, snake-like, across the Empress' face; these lines would sometimes leave her skin, travel in the air for a short distance, and alight on her once more. The Patriarch of Constantinople, when briefly granted an angelic vision as he was giving the Empress the holy eucharist, saw needles, some of black iron and some of red brass, bloodlessly penetrating her head and chest; they sank in and raised back up, sometimes in regular waves and sometimes without any pattern he could see.
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The Empress herself claimed it appeared as a squid, or an octopus, whose tentacles curled around her head; only she could hear its voice, which was that of an old woman, but eloquent and refined, as if it had been trained as an orator. I am reminded, as I retell these descriptions, of the Persian parable of the blind men and the elephant; each man feels only a part of the beast, and thus each believes the elephant to be something more simple than it truly is. The empress' daimon must be as far above us as we are above the creeping insects of the earth; perhaps one man can only see one part of it, and is misled by his own fallible senses.
Aetios claims that the parasite's advice was cryptic and often seemingly unhelpful, but that Irene "derived great comfort from its messages" and followed its commands whenever possible. He complied some of the parasite's messages, and Irene's interpretations, in a companion piece to Τὸν Βίον Τᾶς Βασσιλίσσας titled Ἀγαθαδαιμωνολόγοι (The Teachings of the Virtuous Daimon), some excerpts of which is reproduced below.
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Document 4066-κ-7: Excerpts from the Ἀγαθαδαιμωνολόγοι
+Circa 801. Fourth-generation parchment copy, Rome, Italy. Greek. Translated by Ioannes Pappapetrou, 1929.
The Daimon said, "An emperor of an empire that has no emperor. The sun in reverse, rising west and falling east. Betrayal leads to slavery leads to betrayal." The Empress said, "It speaks of the Frankish pretender9; he claims the crown, but it is mine alone. He will try to steal it, and he will fall."
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The Daimon asked, "Why are we not philosophers?" The Empress said, "Because the philosophers were pagans, although virtuous." The Daimon asked, "Why are we not philosophy?" To this, the Empress had no response.
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The Daimon said, "Not all truth is happy. Not all wounds are bloody. Not all plants are leafy. Beware the butterfly." The Empress said, "The unhappy truth is the power of the Arabs. The bloodless wound is the theft of the Bucellarian theme. The leafless plant is my childless state. The butterfly is he who will try to depose me."
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The Daimon said, "Lust. Self-pleasure. Corruption in the highest orders of power. A kingdom founded on the desires of a youth." The Empress said, "The Arab kingdom is decadent to its core. It cannot hold before the virtues of Christendom. We will overcome them and take back the holy land."
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The Daimon said, "All the demons are loosed, and those who come after see the messages of those yet to come but already dead, and they understand them, and they secure the threat." The Empress knew the meaning, but could not tell me, for I had not enough trust to know her deepest secrets.
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The Daimon said, "History is tragedy. Tragedy is history. Sisters are sisters and foes are foes." The Empress said, "My sister-in-law is Anthousa, who lives now as a nun; my foe is the rest of that family, who covet the throne that was my son's and then mine. The past tragedies of that family are well-known."
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The Daimon said, "Do not name anything you do not want to become." The Empress said, "When one dwells on failure, one leans every more quickly toward that failure. I think and speak only of success."
When Irene died in exile on the island of Lesbos in 803, the parasite died with her; an imperial agent sent to retrieve her body claimed that it was buried in a mass of stone, metal, broken glass and rotting flesh, filling the entirety of her small house.
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Leo V - SCP-4066-λ (813-820)
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The personal journals of Leo V, dictated to a court scribe and preserved by the Monastery of Stoudios and then the Bab-i Mukhfi10, describe an abduction experience the emperor experienced around age 20. An excerpt has been reproduced below.
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Document SCP-4066-λ-3: Personal Journal of Leo V
+Circa 814. Fifth-generation paper copy, Istanbul, Turkey. Greek. Translated by Anne Benoit, 1977.
Even before I served under Bardanes in his failed revolt, I knew I would be Emperor some day. God had chosen me, as he chose Constantine the Great, by sending me a vision of the heavens.
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In the third Indiction, the second such since my birth11, in August, I went out from the City12 with some companions, to hunt in the forests of the Bucellarian Theme. We were staying at an inn along the road to Ancyra13, and after a night of celebrations, we retired to our rooms.
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In the darkest part of the night, I left my room to make use of the latrine; and as I was returning from that building, a bright light shone down from above, stunning me where I stood. I was lifted from the ground by unseen hands, and carried up towards the light, which I now saw emanated from bright lamps mounted upon some flying vessel; I was carried into the vessel through a door on its underside, and placed upon a polished metal floor.
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Before me in the room stood an angel. He stood half again as tall as me, in shining silver armor that covered his skin entirely; his helmet had a face-plate of clear glass, through which I could see his face. He had no nose, and only a single eye; and his mouth was filled with sharp teeth like a dog's; and yet I was not afraid, for I knew him to be an angel of the Lord.
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He spoke, then; and though he did not speak Greek, nor any other mortal language, I could understand his words, for the language of the angels is comprehensible to all. A metal table rose up from the ground, and he instructed me to undress, and to lay upon it, and when I had done so he commanded me to sleep, and I slept.
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The sleep was dreamless, but seemed long; and when I awoke it was morning, and I was in my bed, with a fresh scar across my stomach, as if I had been under the surgeon's knife. Later in life, while I was making war against the Arabs as governor of Anatolia, I was cut deeply across the belly by a Syrian swordsman, whom my companions slew shortly after, and as I was being treated for the wound, a strange artifact was found under the flesh of my stomach, which I will now describe.
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The artifact was made of white stone, or very fine pottery, without seam or opening, and inlaid upon its surface in silver were strange designs, which I thought to be the written language shared by the Grigori with the first men after Adam. When it was brought before Brother Ioannes Euglossos of the Stoudion, who is known to have the gift of tongues, he understood it and transcribed it into Greek; and I will read to you now what he wrote.
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"Glumoriclopharnion14 Internal Tracking Device. Insert Into Central Body Cavity. For Assistance Contact Us By Far-Sound At Eight Seven Six Eleven Four One Zero Two Nine Ten One Nine Or At Our Through-Net Location15."
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Neither I nor any of the scholars of the Stoudion could understand the message, but perhaps my son or my son's son will comprehend its secrets, and contact the angels once more for guidance. Until then, the artifact is stored with other holy relics in the royal vaults.
The artifact in question, SCP-4066-λ-B-1, was captured by the Ottoman Empire during the fall of Constantinople; it came into the possession of the Foundation when the Bab-i Mukhfi was disbanded in the aftermath of the First World War.
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Macedonian Dynasty - SCP-4066-μ (867-1056)
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The Macedonian Emperors belonged to a variety of alien species, equipped with memetic and holographic concealment devices that allowed them to pass as human. This dynasty was put into power by an extraterrestrial entertainment corporation, "HarrShaNget Pseudo-Authentic Productions"; the power struggles between the various emperors and their fake family members were recorded and broadcast on a number of interplanetary entertainment services as a reality television show, "Primitive Leadership Overtaken and Contested". The show was canceled after the 19th season, and all remaining contestants either faked their deaths or were replaced with androids.
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Doukid Dynasty - SCP-4066-ν (1059-1081)
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Members of the Doukid dynasty had access to consciousness-transfer technology similar to that found in SCP-1980. Arcadius the Ephesian, a court eunuch who wrote biographies of the Doukid emperors, reported that each member of the family "wore close to their skin a dark metal amulet, covered with gemstones"; when one member of the family, Ioannes Doukas, had his amulet taken from him briefly by a childhood playmate, "his soul fled from his eyes, and only when the amulet was returned was he himself once more". All Doukid emperors reportedly searched for body doubles, claiming to be afraid of assassination plots; on at least two recorded occasions, one of these emperors was reportedly killed in battle, only to appear alive later and claim that it was a body double who had died instead. Whether this technology came from another site like SCP-1980 or was introduced independently is unknown.
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Komnenid Dynasty - SCP-4066-ξ (1081-1185)
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Study of the preserved remains of Komnenid emperors has indicated that numerous members of the family were heavily cybernetically modified by an unknown entity or group. An abridged table of known augmented dynasty members and their modifications is presented below.
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Table SCP-4066-ξ-1: Augmented Komnenoi
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Alexios I Komnenos
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Artificial right arm and leg; subdermal ballistic fiber across torso and neck; artificial organ of unknown purpose in upper pelvic cavity.
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Decay of organic parts of corpse made the purpose of the extra organ unclear, but it seems to have been connected to the reproductive system.
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Anna Komnene
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None found; see notes.
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Body showed signs of post-mortem mutilation: eyes, lungs, heart, and left leg were missing. It is possible that augmentations were removed for reuse after death.
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John II Komnenos
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Entire digestive tract, from esophagus to colon, replaced with artificial organs capable of filtering out poisons and pathogens and digesting an number of substances normally indigestible by humans. Left arm artificial from elbow down.
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Replacement of left arm appears to have happened shortly before death.
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Manuel I Komnenos
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Full-body cybernetic replacement from the neck down.
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Several parts of body were missing, including right arm, both feet, several internal components, and pieces of the artificial skin and armor. (See Alexios II, below.)
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Maria of Antioch
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Artificial eyes, left leg.
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Left leg seems to be slightly shorter than right leg. Possible scarring around sites of implants indicates moderate to severe rejection syndrome.
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Alexios II Komnenos
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Right arm, both feet, heart, liver, and parts of skin replaced with artificial components.
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Implants match missing components from body of Manuel I, and are not proportioned properly for Alexios II's body. Possible scarring from surgery procedure around implant sites
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Andronikos I Komnenos
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Artificial left arm.
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Arm is made of bronze and silver, using contemporary metallurgy techniques. Contains no electronic components. Possibly made in imitation of advanced prostheses worn by earlier dynasts.
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Save for Andronikos I's primitive prosthetic arm, all of the prostheses worn by Komnenid emperors and family members were similar in aesthetic and composition, presumably deriving from the same source.
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Angelid Dynasty - SCP-4066-ο (1185-1204)
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The Angelid dynasty was heavily funded by a single instance of SCP-3201, which produced gold, silver, and bronze in exchange for icons of obscure saints. The Angelids believed that the SCP-3201 instance was an angel, who had been sent by God to give boons to their family; the founder of the family, Constantine Angelos, chose his surname to reflect this relationship. It is believed that this dynasty fell from power when the SCP-3201 instance was satisfied with its collection of icons and no longer provided them with precious metals.
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Palaiologan Dynasty - SCP-4066-π (1261-1453)
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The Palaiologan Dynasty was not controlled, supported, or composed of extraterrestrial entities; however, they were aware of the SCP-4066 phenomenon, and took steps to counteract the influence of extraterrestrial entities on Byzantine politics. Michael VIII Palaiologos, after reclaiming Constantinople from the Latin Empire, founded the Military Order of Saint Constantine the Great, an organization modeled on contemporary Catholic military orders like the Knights Templar and Knights Hospitaller; its founding document, the Creed of Saint Constantine, established the duties and responsibilities of the organization, and is reproduced below.
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Document SCP-4066-π-1: Creed of Saint Constantine
+Circa 1265. Marble inscription, Istanbul, Turkey. Greek. Translated by William Wentworth FitzWilliam, Viscount Milton, 1864.
We swear by the Trinity of the Lord God Almighty, the Father in Heaven Above and the Son Jesus Christ who died for our Sins and the Holy Spirit;
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And we swear by the Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, and by Saint Constantine the Great, and by all the other Saints who watch over us from Heaven;
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And we swear by our Loyalty to the Emperor and to the Empire of the Romans, the Bastion of Christendom, now and forever;
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We swear to protect the Empire of the Romans and all her Subjects and Protectorates from all Enemies and Influences that are not of this Earth, whether they seem to come from Heaven or from Hell or from some Unknown Sphere;
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And we swear to protect the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church from the same Enemies and Influences, and to obey the Teachings and Traditions of that Church;
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And we swear to use the Unearthly Weapons and Tools passed down to our Order by the Emperor to defend against their Creators, and to maintain the Condition of such Artefacts to the best of our Ability;
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And we swear to guard both Church and Empire from Dangers Within as well as Without, never allowing Unearthly Corruption to Take Root in any Office of those Sacred Bodies, and to thus guard our own Order, that our Righteous Purpose never be Suborned.
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This we swear, before our Brothers in Faith and in Arms, before our Emperor, before our Church, and before our God. Amen.
Membership in the Order was restricted to Byzantine nobility from families that had never had "the taint of the unearthly," and several prominent noble families, including the remaining branches of the Angeloi and Komnenoi, were thus banned from the Order entirely. While the Order of Constantine was not the first esoteric containment organization, it was the first to be more than moderately successful; they repelled a number of attempts by extraterrestrial and extradimensional forces to depose, control, bribe, or replace various Palaiologan Emperors, and on two separate occasions led the armies of the Empire to victory against full-fledged extraterrestrial invasions. These victories were recorded in the Συγγραφαὶ Ἱππῶν Κονσταντίνου (Histories of the Knights of Constantine), a compendium written by a number of Byzantine scholars and court scribes; an excerpt is reproduced below, describing the Battle of Nicomedia, fought in 1312 against an invasion force apparently comprised of both terrestrial and extraterrestrial mercenaries employed by an individual known as "Alexander Star-Born".
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Document 4066-π-12: Συγγραφαὶ Ἱππῶν Κονσταντίνου Book 7, Chapter 23
+Circa 1315. Second-generation vellum copy, Saint Petersburg, Russia. Greek. Translated by Ioannes Pappapetrou, 1933.
The emissaries from Star-Born came on the eve of the battle. There were three of them, Alexander's most trusted companions and subordinates. Each was a king in his own right, but had sworn himself to the warlord in the hope of expanding his kingdom under another's protection and patronage.
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The first was Agaleüs Ironclad, a titan half again as tall as a man, whose body was more iron than flesh; he commanded five thousand infantry. The second was Gnephrou Dorokrates, an octopus the size of a small boy, who sat upon a large plate that flew at waist-height; he commanded two thousand cavalry on mechanical steeds and four hundred on plates similar to his own. The third was Theulian, called Suneater, a Nubian of modest stature whose skin was covered in shifting patterns of light; he commanded twelve sorcerers and their twelve-by-twelve demonic familiars.
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They delivered unto the Emperor and his advisors a proposition: if he were to swear fealty to the Star-Born and aid him in his conquest of the whole world, he and his descendants would be governors thereof until their line should die out. The Emperor, knowing this Alexander's true nature, his endless treacheries and his lust for power, refused. The emissaries returned to their master, swearing retribution.
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Before dawn, the two armies assembled on the plains outside the city's walls. The Star-Born's light-ballistae fired as the first rays of the sun came over the hills; they were deflected by the invisible Aegis granted long ago to Constans II by his benefactors, and an answering volley of stones and fire-jars came from our war-engines. These landed among the German mercenaries on the enemy's right flank, slaying many men and causing great confusion.
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As the armies marched toward each other, arrows and flame-lances and bullets filled the air. Our cavalry attacked the right flank of mercenaries, slaying those who had not been slain by the earlier attack; the flying cavalry of the Star-Born's forces tried to intercept them, but was repelled by a barrage of war-rockets. The infantry met in the middle, the metal-men commanded by Agaleüs crashing through our own ranks. The center held after the first charge, and was reinforced by our war-constructs, a scarce hundred of which had been captured after their last invasion.
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The battle continued throughout the day; neither side could gain the upper hand, so evenly were the forces matched. We thought we might fight until the last man fell, and still not truly repel this invasion. But the Lord God was with us on that day, and delivered us from such a defeat. Near sunset, the enemy began to retreat; and as they fled, the same commanders who had come before the Emperor on the previous day rode out bearing a flag of truce. His armor's air-passages having been clogged with the mud of the field and the gore of the men he slew, Alexander had suffocated; and, like his ancient namesake, he had not established his succession, and each general wished to return to his kingdom and consolidate his own power. They returned to their ships and their sky-chariots, and left our lands.
After the Fall of Constantinople in 1453, the Order of Constantine was split; one branch of the knights, believing that the Ottoman Empire had, by right of conquest, taken up the mantle of the Roman Empire, swore their fealty to the Ottoman Sultan, becoming an integral part of the Bab-i Mukhfi, while another branch fled for Russia, continuing their work in support of the Orthodox Church. The Russian branch of the Order was folded into the Tsar's Seers16 by Tsar Peter the Great in 1699, a Foundation precursor organization that specialized in the preemptive destruction of esoteric threats via precognition and thaumatological advanced-warning systems.
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation Department Of Public History has effected and continues to effect changes in the historical record to prevent public knowledge of SCP-4078's former anomalous properties and to falsify records pertaining to agriculture in the former Soviet Union. Likewise, all evidence or research to contradict the conventional scientific consensus that Lamarckian inheritance is invalid is to be suppressed by the Foundation Department Of Public Science.
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Description: SCP-4078 was Trofim Lysenko, a Class IV Reality-Altering humanoid entity, biologist, and political ideologue in the former Soviet Union. Unlike most reality-altering entities, SCP-4078's reality-altering effects did not manifest as consciously employed, controlled anomalous abilities, but as distortions of physical and biological law in its presence. In effect, SCP-4078 was capable of attaining anomalous results through pseudo-scientific experimentation in which its own beliefs, rather than non-anomalous empirical science, dictated the outcome.
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Addendum 4078-1: Discovery
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In its life, SCP-4078 advanced pseudo-scientific theories pertaining to biological inheritance that skewed significantly from mainstream Darwinian evolution and Mendelian inheritance. Through the endorsement of Soviet authorities, SCP-4078 censured and displaced virtually the entire field of legitimate genetics from the Soviet Union and the Soviet scientists in that field, many of whom were arrested or killed.
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SCP-4078's theories, later termed Lysenkoism, were analogous to older Lamarckian theories which argued that the properties or behaviors attained by a living being within its life were what dictated inheritance.1 Publicly, SCP-4078 argued that, using its methods, Soviet agriculture could be revolutionized, but in the inner circles of the Soviets' Communist Party, SCP-4078 also promised the creation of anomalous life-forms and bio-technology to advance Soviet interests worldwide.
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SCP-4078 (left) presenting its theories before Joseph Stalin (far right) and other members of the Communist Party.
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SCP-4078's anomalous properties become apparent shortly following the Second World War, as a result of investigations conducted by the Foundation's Post-War Oversight Commission. While Foundation, western national, and independent scientific research all dismissed SCP-4078's theories and its results as Soviet propaganda, mounting intelligence evidence appeared to confirm the results that SCP-4078 promised. Subsequent investigation confirmed that SCP-4078 had succeeded in creating life-forms using its anomalous abilities, later designated as SCP-4078-A.
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Selected Verified SCP-4078-A Organisms
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SCP-4078-A1
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Assorted food crops
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Several types of plants including wheat, rye, and barley, that, under certain conditions of temperature change and exposure to moisture, may undergo drastic cellular metamorphosis into other varieties of plants. Foundation botanical research has not yet replicated these, though existing specimens may be manipulated almost without limit.
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Several breeds of dog, able to distinguish between and track humans by personal wealth, the socio-economic history of their family, and economic ideology. The last specimen recovered died in 1959, and the ability was never recreated.
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Strains of several common bacteria, possessing aberrant cell-divisional properties. Investigation has yet to determine their precise anomalous properties or purpose.
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[SEE ADDENDUM 2]. All specimens believed terminated, or else dispersed beyond all practical means of tracking.
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Addendum 4078-2: Termination
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In 1953, Dr. Joseph Meyers, Director of the Post-War Oversight Council’s Soviet States Department issued the following termination order to O5 Command for approval.
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Termination Order TO/SHA/1953/Feb-027
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Date: 2/19/1953
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Subject: Suspect Humanoid Anomaly SHA-176, alias Trofim Lysenko. Occupation: director of genetic science in the VASKhNIL, or Academy Of Agricultural Sciences of the Soviet Union. Alternates between Academy headquarters in Moscow, and a secure compound located in █████.
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Case: SHA-176 uses its position to impose anomalous parascientific methodologies and theories upon scientists, farmers, and other agricultural workers. Logic dictates that these techniques should be notably depressing the Soviet economy, however, intelligence reports provided to our Department (attached) indicate substantial inconsistencies in estimated and actual gross production in various Soviet economic sectors under the purview of SHA-176's principles. SHA-176 had been under scrutiny for promising technology of likely anomalous nature since its induction into the Communist Party, but Foundation agents embedded within the hierarchy of the Communist Party had yet to confirm these properties. On the strength of this evidence, our Department requisitioned a prototype Kant-Brunning Camera from Site-17 and confirmed the anomalous nature of SHA-176 (precise readings attached).
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Owing to the potential for widespread anomalous biological phenomena as well as the potential dissemination of anomalous practices among Soviet civilians (or, God forbid, their military), the continued existence of SHA-176 is a clear and present danger to Foundation interests. Thus, it must be terminated posthaste.
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Method: A typical Foundation strike of this nature would deploy under a false flag, usually that of the United States or the United Kingdom. However, the present political climate does not allow for this. Likewise, the potential for collateral damage against civilians as well as the increased risk of our operatives being captured and interrogated prevents a strike in or around the city of Moscow. Therefore, the best chance to take SHA-176 by surprise and with overwhelming force is in its experimental compound, where Soviet authorities shall do the work of containing the evidence themselves.
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Intelligence reports indicate that SHA-176 shall retire to its private research within 3 weeks of this writing. An MTF consisting of locally recruited and deniable operatives, as well as a squadron of unmarked Ilyushin bombers acquired by our Department (personnel files appended), shall ambush SHA-176 and its escorts upon arrival of the ████████ Ravine, the location of the compound. After sustained bombing, operatives shall land and inspect the ruins for survivors and evidence of anomalous life forms, whom they are to eliminate.
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Our greatest advantage against this being lies in the fact that it is not aware of its own anomalous nature; it sees itself as a scientist. It may be able to distort biological law, but it has no more control over the basic physics of a bullet or shell than any of us.
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The O5 Council approved this termination order the following day, and approved the recruitment of the Department's chosen agents to complete the operation within the following month.
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Recovered Footage: SCP-4078 Termination
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Foreword: Two of the bombers involved in the operation carried a photographic team to document the operation. Due to the limits of period technology, recordings lack audio. Due to the events of the operation, all recovered footage was badly corrupted. Identifiable footage is transcribed below.
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01:02: The compound is visible below. These bunkers are later found to serve primarily as access to underground chambers. It is a collection of concrete bunkers clustered in the bottom of the ravine, and surrounded by dense forest. There is only one dirt road by which the compound is accessible.
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01:46: The convoy becomes visible, approaching down the access road.
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01:52: Due to an apparent tactical error, the ground squad is not in position to intercept the convoy as it reaches the designated position. Lacking their signal, the bombers refrain from opening fire. Approximately 3 minutes later, the footage becomes corrupt and intermittent.
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02:02: Footage clears. The MTF ground operatives have at this point engaged the compound's security detail.
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02:07: As of this point, the compound's perimeter fencing is destroyed and the bunkers are largely in ruins. Operatives breach the structures.
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02:11: Operatives begin fleeing the structures, many of whom are inhibited by serious injuries. Camera One records a mass of small, dark airborne objects, one of which rushes towards it, whereupon it ceases to function.
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02:12: Camera Two records the same objects swarming the other bombers involved in the operation. Their unused munitions begin to detonate in the air as the swarm penetrates.
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02:14: The bomber housing Camera Two is the only plane still in the air. The ground operatives appear to have been routed, and the surviving pilot attempts to flee as the unidentified aerial threat approaches.
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02:16: The footage degrades entirely.
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Afterword: Due to the disastrous outcome of the operation, the termination of SCP-4078 was not confirmed until after several months of further dedicated surveillance on the Communist Party, as well as further operations to recover intelligence and remaining anomalies. Publicly, the death of SCP-4078 was not acknowledged for over a decade.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4108-01, -02, -03, -05, -06 and -09 are kept in a reinforced greenhouse within Biological Research Site-104. The containment unit is coated in heat-resistant alloy, environmentally regulated to resemble subarctic climate and fitted with automated UV-light, air control, fertilization and ground watering. SCP-4108 specimens must be kept at least 5 m from each other and at least 1 m from the containment cell's inner walls. All specimens are required to have their designation and orientation painted on their trunk. SCP-4108 are not to be exposed to any kind of precipitation and/or wind speeds above 1.85 km/h.
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Removal of SCP-4108 from their greenhouse requires permission from two (2) researchers with Clearance Level-3-4108. The extracted specimen will then be uprooted and replanted in one of the specialized transport carts with the assistance of the rail-mounted remote manipulators present within the containment cell.
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The remains of SCP-4108-04, -07 and -08 are stored in a separate frozen storage unit. All documentation and archeological findings pertaining to SCP-4108 are held in the archeological records section of Research, Reliquary, and Containment Site-76, and may be accessed with permission from current research director, Dr. Isaksson. Pollination of SCP-4108 requires Clearance Level-4-4108 and above permission.
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Description: SCP-4108 is a collection of bio-engineered specimens belonging to a subspecies of Scots pine (Pinus sylvestris). The items display anomalous characteristics following any kind of force, even of minuscule strength, being applied onto the upper branches of a specimen. When triggered, SCP-4108 will bend themselves to near ground level, achieving this without any biological structures required for movement or elasticity. There is no visual indicator for the direction in which an SCP-4108 instance will bend, thus the decision to mark specimens in Foundation custody with paint.
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When in this position, the upper branches will shift to create the shape of a roughly hemispherical receptacle. Upon a secondary force being applied to the receptacle, the specimen will violently straighten itself and return to its normal height. SCP-4108 is immune to any structural damage this action would cause, but can still be harmed through normal means.
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SCP-4108 can be used to propel objects weighing up to a maximum of 60 kg at a distance between 300 and 500 m from the specimen in use. SCP-4108 ignore any damage that would be expected from such a task, excluding any attempts to throw an object heavier than 60 kg, in this case shattering its trunk while attempting to raise itself. It is unknown how this method of propelling can generate the force required. Upon death, specimens undergo fossilisation within three days.
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When a solid surface is in contact with SCP-4108's lower end, the roots of the specimen will attempt to wrap around the perceived surface and stiffen. When planted, the roots ''grip'' to the ground with a strength of ████ N: this ensues that, without exceptional strength, SCP-4108 cannot be uprooted through normal means. However, SCP-4108 possess a ring of fine roots up to a maximum of 70 cm in length, held above the ground. When pulling the roots in any direction, SCP-4108's roots will release their tension, allowing for easy uprooting or rotation of the specimen.
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While SCP-4108 is capable of reproduction, no male cones are present on its branches. Rather, they are produced within a cavity found on the bottom of the tree. It is improbable that SCP-4108 was to naturally fecundate itself or other specimens.
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Addendum #4108-01: Discovery
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SCP-4108 instances numbered -01 through -08 were recovered at a presentation regarding a private collection of Norse archeological artifacts belonging to Arvid Isaksson, Norwegian archeologist and historian specialized in Norse history. The event, hosted on the ██/██/20██ in █████, France, included a seminar of Norse populations' usage of siege engines.1 Field agents already present at the event requested action after a live test of SCP-4108-02. All visitors were administered Class-A amnestics and the organizers, along with Isaksson, were brought in for questioning.
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Isaksson claims that he recovered SCP-4108-04 at a previously unknown archeological site near Larvik, Norway, in 197█. The specimen, despite fossilization, supposedly still produced fertile pine cones, from which Isaksson privately generated SCP-4108-01, -02, -03, -05, -06 and -07. Since containment, SCP-4108-04 never produced any pine cones. SCP-4108-08 was retrieved from a separate site near Paris, France, in 198█. Isaksson's collection was reviewed and objects related to and/or referencing SCP-4108 were confiscated and brought to Site-76. The presentation's organizers were administered Class-B amnestics and Isaksson was involved in the following investigations, at the conclusion of which he was officially employed by the Foundation and assigned to the project.
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Addendum #4108-02: Locations of Interest
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Upon request, Dr. Isaksson provided the locations of a total of 8 archeological sites related to SCP-4108 and its possible creators, designated Locations of Interest-A1 through -A8. Research teams were dispatched to all LoIs.
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#LoI-A1: Original archeological site near Larvik, Norway, where SCP-4108-04 was initially retrieved by Isaksson. The site held an underground complex composed of a round hall 9 m in diameter with one entrance and 8 adjacent rooms 3 x 4 m wide. Dr. Isaksson claims that the site also held several artefacts and organic remains that were used in Norse sorcery known as seiðr, all of which were found in his collection. All LoI share this basic layout, excluding LoI-A2.
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Unless specified otherwise, standard procedure after the investigations was to release non-anomalous artefacts and information, including the location itself, to public knowledge.
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#LoI-A2: Original archeological site near Paris, France, where SCP-4108-08 was initially retrieved by Isaksson. The remains of a ship burial were discovered in the area. The contents of the burial mound, including 3 severely fragmented human remains, weaponry and jewellery dated to the 9th century, a runestone and SCP-4108-08, were all found in Dr. Isaksson's collection.
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''In memory of brothers Tori, Ingmar and Vali stands this stone,
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#LoI-A3: Discovered near ██████, Norway, and previously visited by Isaksson. A stone ca. 29 m in diameter was found on site, with evidence of impact in the area. Both Dr. Isaksson's records and Foundation geologists confirm that the stone originated ███ km from the site.
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#LoI-A4: Archeological site near Skara, Sweden, previously visited by Isaksson. Both Isaksson's expedition in 198█ and the current investigation recovered no objects, save for a number of parchments composed of birch bark, hidden inside a cubical altar at the center of the central hall. The mechanism within the altar was anomalous in nature and required an operative from the Department of [REDACTED] to open it, also explaining why Isaksson's group was oblivious to the altar's contents. Several remains of humans and cattle from the 9th century were also discovered in a 500 m radius around the site. Together, the parchments create the following text in Younger Futhark:
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''We are sorry. We were too scared to explain ourselves, so we fled in these hills.''
+''We know it is not for men to become völvur3, but our interest was too strong. We learnt so much, but we'll never teach it. That saddens me more than to think of all the ones we have slain to hide ourselves.''
+''They think there are rock-throwing giants in these hills. Our Protectors are very helpful in the disguise. We have still stained our hands with blood, and for that we will be punished. I count on it.''
+''I do not ask you to absolve us, we do not deserve it. Just know that I am glad that the art has spread in your time.''
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The contents of the altar are now held in Site-76.
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#LoI-A5: Archeological site near Roskilde, Denmark, previously visited by Isaksson. Isaksson's expedition in 198█ discovered several human remains in a 340 m radius around the site, all of which were found in his collection. An inscription in Younger Futhark was discovered on the inner walls of the 7th room of the structure, here transcribed:
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''Jarl has learnt of our rouse. Wants Protectors. Berserker from Norway is leading raid south, Jarl wants to join.''
+''Will cut down as all Protectors. If he wants catapultas4, take them from southerners. Protectors have claimed enough blood already.''
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The inscription was recorded, a physical copy of which stored at Site-76, and the LOI was demolished.
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#LoI-A6: Archeological site near █████████, ██████. No objects were retrieved within the site's premises; however, several remains of humans and cattle from the 9th century were discovered in a █.█ km radius around the site.
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Eight SCP-4108 specimens, distinct from those in the Foundation's possession, were discovered in a circular pattern around the site. Permission was granted for a test on field, and a pine cone found on-site was employed as the trigger and projectile.
+The specimens were visually identical to Norway spruces (Picea abies) and were triggered by pulling a branch, holding an item of small weight on said branch, then releasing both. During an authorised field test, the branches acted as a slingshot and hurled the pine cone at speeds exceeding ██ km/h, hitting Researcher ██████, who was stationed ███ m away, causing fatal head trauma. Investigation confirmed the researcher was not aiming towards ██████.
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The alternate SCP-4108 specimens were retrieved and the LoI demolished. All SCP-4108 specimens underwent fossilisation within 20 minutes upon removal from the premises. Researcher ██████'s family was given compensation and personnel allowing the field test were reprimanded.
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#LoI-A7: Discovered near ████, Sweden. A stone ca. 35 m in diameter was found on site, with evidence of impact in the area. Geological analysis confirmed that the stone originated ███ km from the site.
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#LoI-A8: Archeological site near ███████, Norway. A human skeleton, belonging to a man between 30 and 40 years of age, presenting signs of fatal blunt trauma to the head, was recovered within the structure. Additionally, a wooden chest containing several parchments of birch bark was discovered, buried in the site's premises.
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''I cut down all the Protectors. Enough blood was on our hands. The others are spying the giants, but they will be back soon, and it will be the end of me.''
+''The giants are here, yet we just keep killing our own people. Yes, other schools tried to slay them, and they were easily crushed, but it's better to fight and die than to hide in this cave like a coward!''
+''People don't understand. Our fathers would see us dead, rather than welcome us and what we have learnt. But they will understand later, we have seen it! Why tarnish our reputation now, if we know that our art will be studied and accepted in the future? Why not help them now, against our enemy?''
+''I don't know why I'm writing this down, and to you specifically. Maybe I just wanted to vent off. I am "effeminate", so? I won't let all the hate I received and the resentment I hold transform me into a monster.''
+''There's a Protector and some of our things at an abandoned school near Larvik. It can still produce offspring, I made sure of it. For now, I'll just wait for them to arrive."
+"Perhaps you'll come up with something better. I mean, Arvid, you already know what a Protector can do. It's not really a catapult, is it?''
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The LoI was demolished and the chest, parchments and human remains moved to Site-76.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4197 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell.
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Description: SCP-4197 is a thirty-two-year-old adult humanoid female named Doctor Sarah Veers, an acclaimed surgeon and known practitioner of cytomancy.1 Examination revealed that SCP-4197's torso is occupied only by its heart and a partial respiratory system, with the rest of the abdomen being entirely hollow. This space stores four prehensile appendages when said appendages are not in use. According to SCP-4197, this condition predates its knowledge of the cytomatic arts, a fact corroborated by photographs taken from its family home.
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A demonstrative depiction of SCP-4197 by Doctor Turner2.
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Discovery: SCP-4197 came to the Foundation's attention after a news outlet reported that an American surgeon removed several brain tumors from a twelve-year-old boy in Botswana, with the child making a full recovery in less than two days. SCP-4197 was apprehended the following week outside of Gaborone, where it was dispensing mosquito netting and anti-malarial drugs to the populace. SCP-4197 surrendered without a struggle and has cooperated with Foundation inquires, with some reluctance.
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According to its passport and journals, SCP-4197 had spent four years traveling through impoverished countries, where it performed an unknown number of surgeries; utilizing cytomancy to aid its procedures.
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Test Logs | Various Dates:
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The following tests were conducted to judge the extent of SCP-4197's capabilities. SCP-4197 was provided with standard medical equipment, as well as the necessary materials for cytomatic rituals.
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Subject: D-24729
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Condition Present: Severe tendon and ligament damage related to employment in the construction/restoration sectors as a civilian.
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Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 placed its hand on D-24729's forehead, causing him to become unconscious. It then removed a scalpel from the kit provided and made four incisions on the side of the knees and the interior of the elbow. SCP-4197 drew a sigil in oil paint around each site, which halted the flow of blood. Following this, SCP-4197 took several portions of bull sinew and inserted them into D-24729's wounds. After drawing a larger sigil on D-24729's chest, it began to suture the incisions.
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Outcome: D-24729 reported immediate relief from his chronic pain.
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Subject: Doctor Richard Blanc
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Condition Present: Spontaneous kidney failure and acute blood poisoning. Emergency procedure conducted due to Site-12's remoteness.
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Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 drew a sigil on Dr. Blanc's ankle with an appendage, using its own blood, before creating a one-centimeter incision in the center of the sigil and placing a shallow basin beneath it. Black liquid began to seep out of the wound. After administering a blood transfusion via IV, SCP-4197 made two incisions above Dr. Blanc's kidneys with a scalpel. SCP-4197 then used the scalpel to carve symbols associated with the Sarkic cults into the back of its hands, crying out in pain several times. After composing itself, SCP-4197 reached into Dr. Blanc's torso and removed his kidneys with its bare hands. It then took the kidneys, which were blackened and showed severe scarring, and wrung them out over the basin. After two minutes, the kidneys were reinserted into Dr. Blanc and SCP-4197 sutured the wounds.
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Outcome: Doctor Richard Blanc experienced a full recovery, with no side effects. The basin used in the surgery was found to contain a black liquid comprised of toxins usually filtered by the kidneys. SCP-4197 exhibited symptoms consistent with severe sleep deprivation and slept for the next three days.
Foreward: The following interview was conducted immediately after SCP-4197 recovered from its surgery on Dr. Richard Blanc.
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Dr. Turner: Good morning, 4197. How are you doing today?
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SCP-4197: I'm doing pretty well, Dr. uh… Turner.
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Dr. Turner: I assume you're at least well-rested.
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SCP-4197: You don't need to small talk me. I know what you're gonna ask, so go for it.
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Dr. Turner: Your hands. That wasn't normal cytomancy. You carved a Sarkic symbol into them. Are you-
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SCP-4197: A fleshcrafter? Yes. No. Not really. I can do Nälkä rituals but I'm not a practic- Why? Is that important or something?
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Dr. Turner: Well-
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SCP-4197: Sorry. I didn't mean to sound hostile. I'm just really hungry and my hands ache… Thanks for bandaging them, by the way.
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Dr. Turner: It was the least we could do. [Pause.] Would you like me to call for some food?
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SCP-4197: Yeah. I'd like that.
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Dr. Turner: Better?
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SCP-4197: Much better.
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Dr. Turner: So. Are you a Karcist?
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SCP-4197: I think you mean Orin or Zend. Karcists are the priest-types. But in any official capacity, no. I'm not ordained or anything
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Dr. Turner: Then how did you learn your craft?
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SCP-4197: My craft is medicine; I'm a surgeon by trade. But I learned how to do cytomancy from a Karcist, if that answers your question.
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Dr. Turner: Not really. The Veers family is rich, but there's no real connection to Sarkicism. And you're too good to have learned recently.
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SCP-4197: It… it was a family friend. She started teaching me when I was like six. Maybe she saw something in me. Or maybe it was…
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[A wet sound can be heard, as well as the tearing of fabric.]
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SCP-4197: These.
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Dr. Tuner:[Gulps.] And you've had those-
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SCP-4197: Since birth. You already found my baby pictures. Why keep asking?
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Dr. Turner: Because it-
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[A wet sound is heard again]
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Dr. Turner: Nevermind. Look, if a Karcist singled you out at a young age for training, why aren't you a practicing member? Or a member of her company? An advisor to her Halkost?
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SCP-4197: I am. A member of her company, that is. Kinda? [Pause.] Look, I know you have these blanket generalizations of what a Nälkä is, but we're not all monsters. Not all of us delight in murder or… cannibalism. There are a lot of people like me, young Nälkä, who want to do something to fix the world. We have this incredible power, the ability to reshape living matter, and we just squander it.
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Dr. Turner: How would you use it?
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SCP-4197: Like I've been using it. For the past four years, I've used the Veers family fortune and my fleshcrafting to make a positive difference in the world.
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Dr. Turner: That's the issue. Your Sarkic rituals put the world at risk of knowing about the supernatural, the anomalous, the paranormal. If you'd just used the fortune, nothing would have happened.
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SCP-4197: No amount of money can pull a tumor out of somebody's heart with a 100% guarantee of survival. The first thing they tell you in medical school is that you are going to lose people. I know Sarkicism is like the Dark Side of the Force to you people, but if it means I can save lives, so be it.
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Dr. Turner: The morality of cytomancy isn't the concern of the Foundation. It's the disruption of normalcy.
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SCP-4197: Why do you get to be the arbiters of what's considered normal?
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[Silence.]
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SCP-4197: I'm never gonna leave here, am I?
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-4197 declined further interviews and limited its interaction with staff to brief sentences.
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Subject: Captain Tobias Bell
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Condition Present: Massive comminuted fractures in the legs and complete paralysis after the destruction of the spinal column between the C4 and L4 vertebrae in a vehicular collision.
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Procedure Conducted: SCP-4197 engraved a seven-pointed star into the operating table, placing a single drop of axolotl blood4 in the center, before instructing attendants to place Cpt. Bell on the table. SCP-4197 then ran its fingernail across Cpt. Bell's thighs and calves, causing the skin and muscle to split and splay out. Over the next two hours, SCP-4197 reassembled the splinters of his femur, patella, tibia, and fibula with surgical tweezers, utilizing all of its appendages in this process. Once completed, SCP-4197 held the split muscle and skin together with its left thumb and forefinger, licked its right thumb and ran it over the seam, sealing the wound.
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SCP-4197 repeated this process with Cpt. Bell's spinal column, taking additional measures to ensure the proper reconnection of nerves and blood vessels.
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Outcome: Captain Tobias Bell was reinstated to active duty two weeks later. SCP-4197 entered a comatose state after the conclusion of the procedure and remained in that state for five days.
SCP-4197: You're… not allowed to call me that, are you?
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Dr. Turner: You're in crisis, Sarah. I'm allowed to do whatever I want.
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SCP-4197: I'm not in crisis.
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Dr. Turner: You barely eat, you've stopped taking care of yourself. You only leave your bed when we bring you in for testing.
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SCP-4197:[Inhale.] Look… I have nothing to live for. Helping people? Try to save the world? That was my life's purpose. Can't really do that from this box. So no shit I'm depressed.
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Dr. Turner: I understand that. But if you let me become the arbiter of morality and normalcy, I think I can change your mind.
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SCP-4197: Ha. Good luck.
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Dr. Turner:[Clears throat.] Okay. I dislike cytomancy because it makes my skin crawl, no pun intended. But what you do with it is incredible. Our agents interviewed every single person you did surgery on. You changed so many lives. And saved a lot more.
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SCP-4197: I know. I was there.
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Dr. Turner: But you were downstream, trying to filter out toxic waste.
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SCP-4197: I'm not following.
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Dr. Turner: You know Doctor Blanc? The man who's kidneys you repaired? He works out of Jonas Salk's old office and he's been working on a one and done malaria vaccine for the past twenty years.
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SCP-4197: Salk? You're fucking with me.
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Dr. Turner:[Rustling papers.] Here's a picture of Jonas in one of our labs.
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SCP-4197: Well damn. [Pause.] But I don't understand.
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Dr. Turner: You're at the source now. If you want, you can keep the people who take on the greatest threats in the world safe and healthy. And I think that might just be better than helping the guys at the bottom.
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SCP-4197: Are you… trying to sell me on a medical version… of trickle-down economics?
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Dr. Turner:[Laughs.] I would have never put it like that, but sure. Take Captain Bell for example. Because of his actions, he's saved countless lives. You've given him back his ability to walk, Sarah. And play with his kids.
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SCP-4197: Well, what about D-2… What was it?
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Dr. Turner: D-24729 killed someone in a home robbery because he was addicted to opioids after a lifetime in working in disaster cleanups and restoration. When he gets out in fourteen months, he can go back to doing that. Because of you.
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SCP-4197: You're laying it on thick. Why should I trust you? Who's to say I won't use my powers to move all your organs to the outside?
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Dr. Turner: Well, as uncomfortable as that thought makes me, I trust you, Sarah. If you wanted to hurt somebody, you would have done it. And you probably wouldn't have spent your life doing anomalous charity.
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SCP-4197: I'm still a spooky flesh witch, Marcus.
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Dr. Turner: You're a good hearted… flesh witch, Sarah. [Pause.] God, I really hate that phrase.
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SCP-4197: Yeah, it felt creepy to say.
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+Dr. Turner: Look. What I'm trying to say is that you should think of this as helping… on a much larger scale.
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SCP-4197: Okay. I like that.
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Dr. Turner: And I truly wish that it didn't have to be like this. If it was up to me, I'd let you go and give you the Foundation's support because I believe in your cause.
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SCP-4197: Thanks, Marcus.
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Dr. Turner: But. We don't always get what we want in life. Sometimes we get an awful hand. It's our job to make the best of it. [Pause.] So. Do you really want to save the world?
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SCP-4197: I… Can I think about it? It's just so much, all at once.
Event: A number of armed personnel breached Site-20's perimeter and entered the main facility.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Gunfire can be heard. Four Security Personnel move up the hallway and begin to engage off-camera targets. A shot hits the lock of SCP-4197's cell and it opens slightly. Two of the personnel are downed.]
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SGT Johnson: Fuck! Flint! Pull back!
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[Sergeant Johnson and Private Flint begin to retreat. Before they can reach the bulkhead doors, both are downed. A five man squad moves down the hallway past the personnel and exit the area.]
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[SCP-4197 pushes open the door. After looking around, it notices the fallen soldiers.]
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SCP-4197: Oh Christ!
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[SCP-4197 goes back into its room, then reemerges with a Foundation issue surgical kit5 and a thaumaturgy pouch.]
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SCP-4197: I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
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[Four appendages emerge from SCP-4197's back and take the kit and pouch from its hands. SCP-4197 crouches over one of the security personnel and begins to operate on his injuries. Over the next ten minutes, it stabilizes two more personnel before footsteps are heard. SCP-4197 withdraws its appendages.]
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Unknown Assailant-1: Stand up! Back away from that body.
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[Two of the armed men come into camera view, carrying a Foundation crate between them. They set it down and point handguns at SCP-4197.]
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Unknown Assailant-2: What kinda freak are you?
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SCP-4197: I'm a doctor. Please. Just let me-
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[Unknown Assailant-1 shoots one of the guards in their head.]
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Unknown Assailant-1: You're coming with us.
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[SCP-4197 backs towards the door to its cell, pursued by the assailants. As it reaches the door, two large appendages emerge from its back and wrap around the waists and necks of the assailants. Lifting them off the ground, SCP-4197 throws them into the cell before closing the door. One of the appendages then reaches up and bends the hinges of the door to render it inoperable.]
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SCP-4197:[Clutches its chest.] I'm gonna. Gonna.
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[SCP-4197 regains its composure and checks on the downed security personnel. After making sure their vitals are within an acceptable range, it opens the empty cell next to its own with Sergeant Johnson's keycard and drags the three surviving men inside before closing the door.]
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SCP-4197: There's gotta be more out there.
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[SCP-4197 grabs the kit and pouch off the ground and moves in the direction the assailants originally came.]
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: SCP-4197 is credited with directly saving the lives of twenty-six members of staff, as well as providing aid to numerous others during this breach.
Dr. Virgil: Doctor Turner is going to be fine. [Inhale.] Mostly because of you.
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SCP-4197: Did I… do something wrong? You seem-
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Dr. Virgil: On edge? Yeah, I don't really trust Karcies. Not after everything I've been through.
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SCP-4197: I'm sorry. For whatever made you hate people like me. But I can't change the past.
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Dr. Virgil: I know. [Pause.] I'll give you some slack for what you did during the breach. But I'm not as trusting as Turner.
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SCP-4197: Did he tell you anything?
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Dr. Virgil: No, but I checked over your file. And I have to agree with him, as much as I hate it.
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SCP-4197: About me helping?
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Dr. Virgil: Do you want my honest opinion? About that?
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SCP-4197: Yeah. I guess.
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Dr. Virgil: You weren't made for this life. You're a rich girl who cruised poor countries on a magical missionary trip. I watched all the footage of you. You shook like a leaf whenever you heard gunfire. I'm sure you've seen your share of death, but how often have you faced your own?
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SCP-4197: What, what do you mean?
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Dr. Virgil: The breach? Incidents like that can happen several times a year. And I don't think you've mentally recovered from your first.
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SCP-4197: No. I haven't. I… I still see those men shooting the guard whenever I close my eyes.
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Dr. Virgil: Exactly. This isn't the world you deserve to live in.
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SCP-4197: Then why do you agree with Mar-Doctor Turner? You clearly don't think I can handle this.
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Dr. Virgil: Because you're exactly what we need. I know Doctor Turner painted some idyllic picture of what working with the Foundation would be like: shaking hands with Nobel Laureates and curing diseases. But that isn't what this is.
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SCP-4197: Well. What is it? And why would he lie?
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Dr. Virgil: It's a battlefield. Endless war for the existence of humanity. [Pause.] And he didn't mean to lie to you. He just copes with his own trauma by highlighting the good, even if he has to ignore reality.
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SCP-4197: But why do you need me?
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Dr. Virgil: People get hurt here. A lot. Somebody like you could easily save hundreds of lives.
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SCP-4197: Okay. [Pause.] If I say yes, does everything get better for me? Will people accept me?
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Dr. Virgil: No. And I don't think they ever will. I imagine you hid your abnormalities from everyone in your life, but here? We all know already. And there's a lot of bad blood between the Foundation and the Sarkic cults. Some people, like me, have a messy history with them. Don't expect people to start singing your praises.
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SCP-4197: So my choice is life as a prisoner or pariah doctor? Great.
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Dr. Virgil: I'm not trying to be cruel. Just giving you the facts.
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SCP-4197: Anything else I should know?
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Dr. Virgil: Well, you're only getting a choice because of Director Eon.
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SCP-4197: Why?
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Dr. Virgil: You must have caught their eye.
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SCP-4197: In a good way, right?
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Dr. Virgil: Is that a real question?
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[A loud pop is heard from outside the interview room. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor is heard.]
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SCP-4197: Wa-was that…
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Dr. Virgil: Sit down. It's not gunfire.
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SCP-4197: O-okay.
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Dr. Virgil: So. Are you going to accept?
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SCP-4197: I don't think I really have a choice.
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Dr. Virgil: Containment isn't that-
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SCP-4197: No. I'm not talking about that. I mean morally. When Doctor Turner talked to me about it, he made it sound like I'd be a glorified school nurse.
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Dr. Virgil: And?
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SCP-4197: After the breach, and what you told me, I've realized what he was asking me to do. I didn't want to accept the offer before; now I know I have to.
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Dr. Virgil: You have to?
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SCP-4197: I can't just sit on the sidelines while people die. I-I have to do something. Anything. Or everything I stand for is a lie.
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[Silence.]
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Dr. Virgil: I knew you would say that.
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SCP-4197: H-how?
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Dr. Virgil: When your cell opened, you didn't try to escape in the confusion. And you didn't hide. You tried to save people. You can't say no to your own morality and personal ethics, even if it's not in your best interest.
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SCP-4197: That's-
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Dr. Virgil: Look, it's spelled out in your psych profile. [Pause.] We talked long enough. Are you in? Yes or No.
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SCP-4197: Yes.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-4197 began to assist in medical procedures rated as critical or where the patient was deemed to have a low chance of survival. Due to this integration, the mortality rate at Site-12 hit record lows and SCP-4197 is pending redesignation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-448 is to be kept in a 3m x 3m x 3m room, decorated with colorful wallpaper, warm lighting, and several small children's toys scattered about. When not under observation, object is to be kept on its pedestal at all times. Room must be kept clean and in good condition. All personnel entering the room (clearance level 2 and above and only one at a time) for any reason are reminded to smile and keep a cheerful disposition while in the presence of SCP-448.
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Description: Object appears to be a child's Jack-in-the-box toy. The box portion is 13cm along each side and is constructed of tin, with a colorful decal depicting a smiling clown on each facet of the box except for the bottom and right side, which holds the turn crank. When cranked, the toy plays "Pop Goes the Weasel", causing the "Jack" to leap out the top before the final five notes, as most toys of its kind normally do.
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The "Jack", however, transforms to reflect the mood of any person within 3m of the object. The strength of one's mood also affects its appearance, and every form it has taken has been unique. While the hand crank is functional, SCP-448 has been shown to randomly activate itself. Once out of the box, the "Jack" will stay out of the box until the lid is closed or the influencing person leaves the room.
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When approached by more than one person, object will stay shut and instead shake vigorously, becoming more and more violent until one or both persons leave its area of influence. In this state SCP-448 cannot be opened nor can it be activated, and can be dangerous the longer it stays in this state. Attempting to fake emotions, such as smiling when one is actually depressed, delays the self-activation of the artifact but does not completely fool it. X-rays do not penetrate the box's surface.
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The following moods have been observed:
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Happy: Smiling clown. While the clown's face, outfit and color scheme are different every time, its mood is consistent.
+In this state during special events, such as holidays and birthdays, object SCP-448 has been found to sing an appropriate song to the influencing person. "Happy Birthday", "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", "Here Comes the Bride", "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", and "American Pie" have been recorded. SCP-448's voice has been described as high-pitched and irritating.
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Sad: Frowning clown. Tears have been often recorded to flow from clown's eyes. Chemical analysis has found them to be of the same composition as human tears.
+When approached by persons with suicidal thoughts, Object takes the form of [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Angry: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Scared: Unknown. In this state, lid will only open slightly before quickly shutting. Sounds of whimpering, screaming and crying can be heard from within.
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Dog/Animals: Anthropomorphic dog wearing clown outfit. When approached by any animal other than human, Object will take the form of an anthropomorphic version of that same animal in clown garb.
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Emotionless: Blank white cloth doll. This occurs when the object is approached by an entity incapable of feeling emotion, such as [DATA EXPUNGED].
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It is unknown if SCP-448's environment also affects whatever form it takes. Until further testing is performed, its current containment procedures will not be altered.
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Addendum: All attempts at physically penetrating or otherwise destroying SCP-448 have been unsuccessful. This is not because it is indestructible- rather, when approached with the intent of dismantling, object will retaliate by opening up (without any cranking or music) and relentlessly attacking the approaching person with what appears to be a red boxing glove on the end of a long, rigid metal spring. The glove itself has been recorded reaching speeds up to 235 kph. Attempts to damage it from outside its area of influence with long-ranged weaponry results in [DATA EXPUNGED].
Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-4505 collection is housed in Reliquary Site-14 for storage and display. A minimum of three Foundation archivists are to facilitate appropriate care and study of the collection. Any personnel involved in the research and/or containment of anomalous artwork may be granted gallery access for educational purposes.1 SCP-4505 items featured in the observation gallery are to be rotated on a bi-monthly basis.
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Description: SCP-4505 is the collective designation for 265 Safe-class anomalous artworks created between the 14th and 17th centuries as part of the cultural movement known as the Renaissance.2 The collection is available as an educational resource for Foundation employees.
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The following is a truncated list of artifacts consolidated under SCP-4505. Staff members involved in the containment of any SCP-4505 item must familiarize themselves with the entire collection before beginning work.3 Note that items are numbered in order of acquisition, not creation.
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Tondino
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1623
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Description: Animate marble sculpture depicting the Madonna weeping over the deceased Christ. Inspired by Michelangelo's sculpture of the same name, Tondino's piece diverges from the original by posing the Madonna knelt over her prone son. The figures are non-sentient and unresponsive to stimuli.
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The Madonna shakes her son and pantomimes sobs, but produces no sound. The deceased Christ is not independently animate and makes no movements other than those instigated by the Madonna's physical interactions. Both figures feature realistic anatomy, visually emulating the elasticity and malleability of soft tissue within the context of the piece's internal action; however, physical contact from external sources will interact with the figures as solid marble.
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Several historical records pertaining to the piece describe an incident wherein a child's fingers were severed after playfully inserting them into the Madonna's mouth. These accounts are supported by recent internal imaging of the Madonna's stomach, which has revealed the presence of 11 fingers from no fewer than 3 different parties, as well as a large amount of coinage in various denominations.
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The Judgement of the Unrighteous
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1434
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Description: Bronze door with sculpted relief panels depicting various scenes in Hell as described in Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy. Anomalous phenomena occur when it is viewed by a person who has recently committed an act deemed sinful by 15th century Catholic doctrine.
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Subjects who meet the above criteria will experience a cognitohazard-induced hallucination wherein they are surrounded by indistinct, red-hooded figures. These figures are often observed holding and consuming the severed heads of cephalophoric saints. Effects subside entirely within twenty to thirty minutes.
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Cardinal del Monte
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SCP-4505-118
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Unknown
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1554
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Description: Life-size oil portrait on canvas with accompanying section of wall. The painting depicts Innocenzo Ciocchi del Monte, adopted nephew and possible lover of Pope Julius III.
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The painting was removed from the Papal Palace multiple times after the death of Julius III in 1555, but always reappeared in the same place the following day. Attempts to destroy the piece were similarly undone. After several weeks' effort, it was decided that the entire section of wall where the painting hung was to be detached from the building and removed from the premises.
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The Elation of Saint Paul
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SCP-4505-122
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Jean Brodel
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1495
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Description: Oil on panel. The painting features an anomalous chiaroscuro effect which causes the lighting of the scene to change over a 24 hour period, with the movement of the sun, moon, and stars progressing in real time.
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The rest of the scene (which is otherwise static) features Paul the Apostle standing before a crowd in what is presumably the artist's interpretation of a Jewish synagogue. All figures are dressed in Italian formal wear common to the period.
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Paul is posed as though preaching to the assembly, albeit with a thick stream of honey pouring from his mouth. The heads of doves protrude from where his eyes would normally be found, and his fingers expel a milky substance which pools beneath him. Several bystanders are gathered around the puddle, using their hands to drink.4
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1502
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Description: An oil painting depicting the body of Lorenzo de' Medici in an advanced state of decomposition. It is one of the earliest known attempts at crafting a fully animate and intelligent reproduction of an existing human within a two-dimensional space. Due to split opinions regarding the sanctity of the piece, it remained out of view in deep storage at the Medician Academy of Occult Arts until 1944.5
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Lorenzo allegedly commissioned the painting after he was drawn in by the artist's offers of immortality. The artist—whose identity remains unknown—succeeded in creating a painted likeness of Lorenzo that could hold conversations with viewers and move within the confines of its 126 cm × 104 cm surface as if it were a three-dimensional space.
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However, the depiction of Lorenzo proved to be more lifelike than intended, and perished due to starvation several weeks after the painting was completed. Before its death, it reportedly subsisted on a bowl of fruit the artist had painted in the foreground, as well as an animate bird painted on a windowsill.
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1518
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Description: Animate bronze sculpture created under the patronage of Pope Leo X. The piece was originally envisioned as a living idealization of Saint Peter that could interact with the public and educate them on matters of Biblical history and Catholic doctrine.
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Though the project was initially successful, the piece began to question its own existence and subsequently developed a sense of individual identity, eventually culminating in a renunciation of Christian belief. The Church quickly removed the statue from public display. Records indicate the piece was scheduled to be destroyed, but for unknown reasons, was instead gagged and buried in an unmarked plot, and remained there until it was accidentally discovered by a construction company nearly five centuries later.
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The figure has since been taken into Foundation care and given extensive counseling, though it still displays severe mental instability and social impediment as a consequence of its prolonged isolation.6 The figure can be violent, but poses negligible threat to viewers as it cannot leave its 0.7m x 0.7m base.
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SCP-4505-213
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Agnolio Celloni
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1441
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Description: A plain gold basin set into an ivory stand with various scenes from the crucifixion of Jesus carved along its circumference. Any liquid poured into the basin gradually transmutes into blood over the course of ten to twelve minutes.
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Originally created to hold Holy Water, the piece showed no anomalous properties until the artist's death in 1446. It was acquired from an unknown vendor in 1961 by the Horizon Initiative for its apparent eucharistic properties. The group presented it as a gift to the Foundation in 1992 after a scientific examination revealed the transmuted blood to be from a male Lipizzan horse.
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The Lamentation of St. Bartholomew
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SCP-4505-254
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Garsuccotti
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1576
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Description: An unfinished oil painting on wood depicting Saint Bartholomew in the process of being flayed from the heels up. The piece emits constant vocalizations of pain which intensify in response to physical or auditory stimuli. No other animate characteristics have been observed.
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A notable degree of attention has been paid to the details in Bartholomew's exposed musculature, possibly influenced by anatomical drawings created by Andreas Vesalius in the years prior. The figures carrying out Bartholomew's flaying are dark and indistinct; it is unknown if this was a creative decision or merely a consequence of the painting's incomplete state. The skin removed from Bartholomew's legs has been twined and knotted into a noose. The posing of the figures suggests that the noose is drawn closer to Bartholomew's head with every inch of skin peeled from his back.
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1586
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Description: Oil on canvas. Christ is suspended in a dark void, hanging by the neck from a rope which extends out of frame. Those who view the painting for a prolonged period of time will gradually notice changes in its content.
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The effect resets after the viewer has looked away for ten or more seconds. Changes are consistent among different viewers and viewing sessions and occur in the same sequence:
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Lacerations appear across the deceased Christ's body.
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A jester is added to the lower left corner of the painting, pointing at the deceased Christ.
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Young children appear behind the jester in a long line that extends into the darkness.
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A hooded figure mounted on a horse is added to the bottom right corner of the painting. The heels on the rider's shoes end in bloodstained spikes.
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Numerous puncture wounds appear on the side of the horse's body.
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Heavy chains appear around the hooded figure, binding its arms to its torso.
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The deceased Christ raises his arms toward the jester and rider.7
Special Containment Procedures: All entrances to SCP-4516 have been shielded with thaumaturgic warding. Personnel are to maintain these wards indefinitely.
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Under no circumstances are personnel to enter SCP-4516 unless the majority of the O5 Council are in agreement.
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All objects and entities extracted from SCP-4516 are to be kept in containment indefinitely. Research of Class-2 anomalous objects or lower is permitted with the written permission of the Site Director. Anomalous objects above Class-2 require written permission from the Regional Director.
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Nonsapient biological entities are to be sterilized and maintained until their death, after which the body is to be incinerated after study. Sapients are to be naturalized in terrestrial law and relocated to various anomalous enclaves, should they have no criminal record, are not infected with a contagious illness, and are not connected to Sorxis nations monetarily, militarily, or religiously.
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Description: SCP-4516 is a series of four gateways1 to an unknown location believed to be somewhere within the Milky Way galaxy. These Gateways are located in Iraq (SCP-4516-1,) North Korea (SCP-4516-2,) the Bahamas (SCP-4516-3,) and the United Kingdom (SCP-4516-4.)
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Upon entering an instance of SCP-4516, the individual will experience symptoms typical of long distance Gateway travel, including nausea, dizziness, ringing in the ears, bleeding from gums, etc. The Exit Point is always the same regardless of instance entered. This appears to be a large forest filled with trees of an unknown species. Travel through the Gateway from the other side takes the individual to the original gateway from which they entered. Native entities are sent to a random destination unless they are in physical contact with one another. The exit point has been designated SCP-4516-A.
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SCP-4516-B is the interior of a Dyson sphere, indicated by the binary stars in the middle of the sky, and the curved nature of the world, allowing one to view the perceived top of the sphere from the bottom. A gravitational anomaly pervades the entire structure, making objects behave as they would on Earth, negating the centrifugal forces. It is estimated that the Dyson Sphere has a roughly 16 light minute (287,800,000 Kilometer) diameter. The atmospheric composition of SCP-4516-A is similar to Earth, albeit with slightly higher levels of Neon and lower levels of Argon than baseline. It should also be noted that SCP-4516-A is anomalously stable, showing no signs of orbital decay or seasons related to an area's distance from the sun.
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SCP-4516-B possesses a noticeably elevated thaumaturgical inclination than Earth, making spells and naturally occuring anomalous abilities much stronger in SCP-4516-B than on baseline Earth. The reverse is also true, as organisms and spells native to SCP-4516-B have less thaumaturgical prowess on Earth than they do in SCP-4516-B.
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SCP-4516-B possesses an extremely extensive and varied biosphere, with an estimated 1.3 x 1026 indigenous species, although the accuracy of this estimate is presently uncertain. An estimated 87% of all species display some sort of thaumaturgical ability, ranging from teleportation to chronological displacement. The remaining 13% of lifeforms that do not display thaumaturgical abilities are highly specialized lifeforms that are limited to specific environments, typically the deep ocean or highly isolated islands.
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To date, the architects of SCP-4516-B are unknown. Numerous sapient species and a handful of deities2 have been discovered, although it is believed these are naturally evolved on SCP-4516-B, and not the builders of the structure.
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Discovery: SCP-4516 was discovered after a group of large humanoid, mammalian beings appear spontaneously in the Bahamas on November 30, 1945. These entities measured seven meters in height, with dark green skin, a single eye, and were armed with crossbows and swords. These entities were intercepted by the Global Occult Coalition and destroyed before the Foundation was aware of the incident.
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The event was classified as an Anomalous Incident until an identical event occurred on July 9, 1948 in North Korea. Foundation assets were alerted in time and containment is established with a single Foundation fatality. Upon interrogation, SCP-4516-B was discovered, in addition to SCP-4516-1, SCP-4516-3, and SCP-4516-4 based on Foundation records of similar incidents.
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The entities, collectively classified as SCP-4516-1, were each individually interrogated, and revealed to be colonists from Torak, a citystate within SCP-4516, and were attempting to escape persecution for their religious beliefs. Contact with the entities's government was established and exploration of SCP-4516 began. The humanoids were naturalized in terrestrial law and relocated to various anomalous enclaves, including Three Portlands. The species numbers in 60,000 according the 2017 census.
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Incident 4516-1: After █ years of negotiation with the Commonwealth of Torak, the state was overtaken by the nearby nation of Forathia due to a combination of border disputes, religious disagreements, and catalyzed by an assassination attempt on the Torakion queen's favorite concubine.
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The nation of Forathia was much more hostile towards the Foundation than the original Torakian government. This is best shown through the infiltration of the Foundation by a Forathian agent whom is responsible for a containment breach on Site-16, resulting in the death of 892 Foundation personnel and 36 civilians. Following this, the Foundation was temporarily cut off from SCP-4516-1, isolating personnel on the interior from Earth.
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After three months of no contact, the Gateways were reopened. Foundation assets previously trapped within SCP-4516-1 had apparently worked with Forathian rebels and overthrown their rule, reestablishing the nation of Torak. The nation of Forathia was destroyed in the conflict. Personnel involved were given the Foundation Gold Star for Valor. Exploration of SCP-4516-1 continues.
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Incident 4516-2: Through exploration of SCP-4516-B, a citystate under the name of Mintarious is encountered. Measuring 18 kilometers wide, Mintarious is inhabited by a species of cat-like quadrupeds measuring two meters at the shoulder. This species is telekinetic and are able to use a very limited form of thaumaturgy.
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Upon contact, the inhabitants of the citystate had an abrupt socio-religious shift. Foundation personnel apparently resembled the inhabitant's version of angels, and thus believed the Foundation to be holy beings.
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This quickly degraded however once the inhabitants realized that Foundation personnel have red blood, when their angels bleed purple when injured. This lead to a brief civil war before a massive assault against Foundation forces, the inhabitants believing them to be demons, and the apocalypse upon them.
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65% of personnel did not survive. The remaining 35% were forced to retreat into Torak. A siege ensued, which negatively affected the relationship between the Foundation and Torak.
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Incident 4516-3: Torak, after 19 months of siege, is finally overrun after a tunnel constructed by the Mintarians opens up near the center of the citystate. A mass slaughter ensues, resulting in nearly 100% casualties among Foundation and Torakian forces. The Gateway is sealed immediately. To date, there has been 17 incursions from the other side of SCP-4516, each of which has been successfully repelled.
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Incident 4516-4: After three years of inactivity from the Exit Point, a Foundation strike force was authorized to enter, in order to assert the current situation in SCP-4516-B.
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It was quickly ascertained that the forest previously surrounding the Exit Point had been converted into a new nation, called the Mamorthian Empire. This nation is very technologically, socially, and thaumaturgically advanced. The conflict between the Mintarians and Torakians was determined, according to historical records, to have spilled out into the surrounding area and civilizations, enveloping the entire region into a brutal series of wars and unstable alliances, along with religious, species, and ethnic purges.
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This culminated in a single war between three different alliances. The Gornok Union, the Sorxis, and Morinian Confederacy. The Gornok Union was a collection of highly authoritarian, theocratic states. The Sorxis was a collection of very secular and collectivist nations, and the Morinian Confederacy was an ideologically diverse group of nations which would be too weak otherwise to defend themselves.
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Rapidly advancing technology and thaumaturgy, which was aided by technology and other materials left behind by Foundation personnel in the years prior ultimately allowed a joint Gornok and Morinian force to destroy the Sorxis alliance. This however, has lead to a military standoff between the theocratic states and the increasingly libertarian Morinian states, with terrorist attacks perpetrated by Sorxis-backed groups against Morinian nations becoming increasingly common, as is immigration from these nations.
Special Containment Procedures: While SCP-4520 is typically docile there is potential for the instance to roll a high number on its dice repeatedly and escape. Interaction with SCP-4520 is to be kept to a minimum, and SCP-4520 is not to receive silverware with its meals. Meal trays are to be made of styrofoam, to prevent improvisation of weaponry. At least one staff member is to monitor SCP-4520's dice to sound an alarm, in the event of high rolls.
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Due to recent containment breaches, new security measures have been added. SCP-4520's cell is to have no less than seven steel sliding doors, only able to be opened from the outside, to reduce the likelihood of another containment breach. SCP-4520 is also to receive counseling for depression and anxiety relating to his situation.
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Description: SCP-4520 is humanoid, and resembles an adult male in its late 20s. SCP-4520 claims to be a "high elf", but DNA evidence suggests that it is entirely human. SCP-4520 has not shown any visible signs of aging. Its appearance has no extremely recognizable qualities, other than having bright red hair and having a larger build than many of his age.
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SCP-4520 has a large, glowing die above his head, which floats a meter above it at all times. Only SCP-4520 is able to interact with this die, but the die will always move to be visible and tends to not phase through solid material when it can be avoided. By default, the die is twenty-sided, but the die can change, seemingly by the will of SCP-4520. When the dice are rolled, a number is displayed above the last used die, corresponding to the number rolled. These die modify the actions of SCP-4520. Typically, a twenty-sided die will instantaneously be rolled, whenever SCP-4520 attacks something.
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These dice give SCP-4520 anomalous abilities, such as being able to heal extremely quickly when sleeping, the ability to speak a modified form of Welsh, and various other effects, based on its rolls. SCP-4520's abilities typically depend on how high he rolls his die, with several anomalous effects occurring in this respect (See Addendum 4520.1). SCP-4520 cannot complete most actions without first rolling one or more dice.
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SCP-4520's dice appear to modify probability to standardized sets of numbers. SCP-4520 has no ability to affect the outcome of the die, and the results rely on the number rolled. Typically, high numbers lead to better results, while lower numbers tend to lead SCP-4520 to fail an action, or perform said action weakly. The twenty-sided die tends to affect basic "luck", especially in relation to whether or not SCP-4520 is able to successfully complete an action, while the four-sided die affects how much force is added or detracted from its strength.
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SCP-4520 does not typically speak when not spoken to, but occasionally mutters sentences about "not breaking character." It refuses to elaborate on these slips.
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Addendum 4520.1: Testing Logs These tests detail the anomalous effects of SCP-4520, and its dice. The term 1d20+1 indicates a twenty-sided die, rolled one time, with an added due to a modifier in the conditions indicated as +1.
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SCP-4520 punches a punching bag, with about 1000 newtons of force.
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SCP-4520 punches a punching bag, this time breaking it open. The force of the punch is estimated at about 2000 newtons.
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SCP-4520 is now wearing weighted boxing gloves. It misses the new punching bag.
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A green 20 illuminates above the die. SCP-4520 performs two extremely fast punches, which send the punching bag off of its hinges, and crushes Researcher Jacobson against the back wall. Jacobson suffers heavy injuries but is expected to live.
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A dodgeball is launched at SCP-4520, who almost manages to catch it but is hit square in the stomach, and doubles over.
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SCP-4520 appears to be angry, and grabs a ball from the ground, and launches it at the window where the researchers are watching. A red "one" appears above the die and it trips, knocking its head on the ground and concussing it.
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In an unscheduled event, SCP-4520 rolls a green twenty and does two quick punches into the door in his cell, breaking the door off of its hinges. SCP-4520 breaches containment.
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The second guard seems to be frightened, so he pulls out his gun and attempts to intimidate SCP-4520 back into its cell. When SCP-4520 continues to approach, the guard shoots. SCP-4520 dodges in such a way that the bullet ricocheted off of the remains of the metal door, back into the head of the guard, killing him.
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SCP-4520 attempts to kick the door down and manages to shatter his leg. Site Security detains it and gives it medical attention, before placing him into a new cell.
This log details the most prominent and eclectic anomalous effects when SCP-4520 rolls a "one" or a "twenty" on its twenty-sided die. Some examples of said anomalous effects are listed below.
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Subject was instructed to observe an orange. SCP-4520 insisted that the fruit in question was an apple, before falling on its face and going temporarily blind. Subject regained sight approximately five minutes after this roll.
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SCP-4520 stared intently at the orange, muttered the hexadecimal value for the exact shade of orange (#ffae19), stated the weight of the orange to four decimal places, and counted the exact number of molecules in the orange.
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Subject was instructed to conceal self to Foundation personnel. Subject entirely vanished and was unable to be picked up on any camera or monitor. Monitoring of an infrared camera showed the subject quickly modifying its own body temperature to exactly match its surroundings, including fluctuations of temperature in the surroundings. Subject reappeared in the darkest corner of the room.
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Subject was repeatedly instructed to conceal itself until a one was rolled. When a one was rolled, Foundation personnel found themselves unable to stop looking at SCP-4520. Personnel not in the immediate vicinity were also affected, and most site personnel entered the room to look at SCP-4520.
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Subject was asked to complete an obstacle course. SCP-4520 jumped off of the ground and bounced off of several walls, clearing the entire obstacle course within fifteen seconds. Structural damage was observed in the areas in which the instance jumped or bounced, due to extreme amounts of force applied.
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Jacobson: Hello, SCP-4520. How is your leg doing?
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SCP-4520: You know damn well! I will crush all of you with the force of my magic! I will… uh… smite you all?
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Jacobson: Yes, I am quite familiar with your smiting.
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SCP-4520: Ah yes, you are the foul "researcher" whom I crushed with the punching ba- I mean, mysterious red bag of sand! That was the best day I have had at this foul facility.
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Jacobson: Well, I am glad my suffering brought you some enjoyment. Now, onto the questions. What are those dice above your head?
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SCP-4520: What the hell, Megan? Why are they talking about the dice? Is this one of those weird experimental sessions you love so much?
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Jacobson: Who is this "Megan"?
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SCP-4520: Nice try but it's not funny anymore, can you please DM a little better? Do you want me to feel immersed or not? You can't say they can see me rolling dice and also try to say that you aren't doing dialogue. That's not how the system works.
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Jacobson: Uhh…
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SCP-4520: Megan, take off the headgear, we need to talk about this.
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SCP-4520: This isn't funny, take it off!
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SCP-4520: Megan?
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Researcher's Notes: SCP-4520's disposition has notably worsened after this interview. It has stopped talking to researchers, only occasionally muttering to, and about, somebody named "Megan". Investigations as to the origin of SCP-4520 and "Megan" are ongoing.
SCP-457, having split into two bodies, observes a camera during testing.
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Item #: SCP-457
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Object Class: Euclid/Potential Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-457 is to be kept in a 5m x 5m chamber with no less than 22.9cm (9in) of cumulative fireproofing via various materials (asbestos cement, perlite boards) upon all surfaces and a blast-proof observation window with emergency blast shielding installed. The opening to the chamber must consist of at least two temperature-controlled and airtight chambers that may be sealed in case of emergency. SCP-457's chamber should be kept at high humidity with a drainage system installed in the floor, as well as a misting sprinkler system installed and running constantly, and emergency hoses capable of at least 2.1 MPa (300 psi) of water pressure. SCP-457 is allowed a small structure upon the wall of its chamber that remains water-free, but only allows for minimal protection and preservation of form.
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All personnel entering SCP-457's chamber should be wearing at least Class-A temperature-controlled, flame-retardant sealed suits, and enter in groups of three, with two members equipped with high-grade blast shields and emergency fire extinguishers. Personnel should only enter SCP-457's chamber in order to supply SCP-457 with its daily allotment of fuel material, or to examine and repair any damage to the chamber or sprinkler systems.
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Should SCP-457 engage personnel in a hostile manner, it is to be controlled via emergency extinguishers and hoses until it retreats back to its safe chamber.
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In the event that SCP-457 breaks containment, emergency sprinkler systems will be triggered and personnel will be supplied with extinguishers and blast shielding.
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Description: For all points and purposes, SCP-457 appears to be a sentient being composed of flame. SCP-457's actual composition is unknown, and has proven to be invisible and undetectable by any known means, but is shaped out by the flames it produces, often assuming a human-like form if given sufficient fuel to assume that size. SCP-457's most rudimentary form appears to be that of a single flame, comparable in size to that of a matchstick. In this form, SCP-457 possesses only the simplest of directives and shows no signs of being unusual compared to any other flame beyond a penchant for suddenly flickering to burn human hands, and the ability to 'jump' to more flammable materials or other flames, which it then assimilates into its total form.
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As SCP-457 grows larger, it is able to assume more complex shapes, and its intelligence grows with size and fuel sources. SCP-457's method of intelligence is unknown, but upon reaching an approximately human size, SCP-457 almost always assumes a human-like form surrounded by and composed of flames. SCP-457 has been observed to communicate through writing letters out of its own flames, charring them onto the wall or other surfaces, and more rarely through speech, created via high-pressure, superheated air and the crackling and pops of flames. Once SCP-457 reaches an unknown threshold of size and fuel source, SCP-457 splits into two beings, and so on so forth. However, multiple beings of SCP-457 are aggressive towards each other, and will either attempt to consume or extinguish their doubles, especially if there is only a limited amount of fuel at hand.
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SCP-457's behavior is largely predictable, as its goals are simply to acquire larger sources of fuel and to spread. The danger of SCP-457 comes from its ability to increase intelligence with size, and apparent ability to learn and mimic behaviors. This has led to it purposely damaging and sabotaging sprinkler systems and, in rare circumstances, set up relatively complex traps. It has also attempted to trick or reason with personnel to be released or have access to more fuel. Due to SCP-457's unique composition, variable intelligence, and uncooperative nature, its psychology may not be accurately determined in accordance with any human analogy.
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SCP-457 was recovered in ██████, █████ in the summer of 2007, after multiple wildfires were attributed to it. It is unknown where or how SCP-457 initially formed. Investigation into the potential of SCP-457 being responsible for other major fires is underway.
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SCP-457 attacking a forest prior to capture, note increased size. Photo taken just before splitting threshold met.
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An Interview between Doctor ████ and SCP-457
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Dr. ████: Can you speak, currently?
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SCP-457: Yes.
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Dr. ████: Good. Would you mind answering some questions?
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SCP-457: [[No reply]]
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Dr. ████: I'll take that as a no. How do you feel about being confined?
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SCP-457: [[Crackling]] Dislike. No fuel. No air.
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Dr. ████: We have provided you with adequate air and fuel to survive.
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SCP-457: Can not burn. No fuel.
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Dr. ████: Are you saying that you cannot grow?
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SCP-457: Grow. Need. Must grow. [[457 moves about containment area as if searching]]
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Dr. ████: How do you feel?
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SCP-457: Hungry.
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Dr. ████: Do you feel anything besides hunger?
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SCP-457: [[No answer, 457 approaches blast shielding separating it from Dr. ████]]
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Dr. ████: How do you feel about humans?
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SCP-457: They burn. [[457 moves closer to blast shielding, appearing to examine the window and Dr. ████]]
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Dr. ████: How do you feel about fuel?
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SCP-457: It burns. [[457 places a 'hand' upon the blast shielding to no effect]]
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Dr. ████: Please move away from the window. Or we will be forced to reduce your size considerably.
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SCP-457: [[No reply or signs of understanding. Does not move.]]
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Dr. ████: …How do you feel about water?
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SCP-457: [[Emits a high-pitched scream of superheated air and presses body against blast shielding.]]
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Dr. ████: Please move away from the window, or we will be forced to turn the sprinklers back on.
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SCP-457: [[Backs away from the window, still screaming, hissing, and snapping.]]
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Dr. ████: Do you understand that? Stay away from the window, and you will not be doused.
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SCP-457: [[Quiets and remains still for several seconds before approaching window again, stopping several feet away.]]
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Dr. ████: Do you understand?
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SCP-457: Want fuel. Want air. Want burn. Want to burn. Want to burn. Want to burn. [[Repeats self, growing louder and beginning to move about containment area rapidly, apparently searching walls and ceiling for a way out]]
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Dr. ████: There is not a way out, if you would please…what is it doing? Is it looking for a way ou-
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[[At this point in the interview, SCP-457 managed to severely damage much of the sprinkler system and destroy a portion of the fuel injector that had been sustaining its intelligent form, giving it free access to several gallons of gasoline. The interview transcript was recovered via security footage from before the blast. SCP-457's temporary breach of containment came from an exploitation of the sealant used to attach the blast shielding to the rest of the chamber. How SCP-457 managed to learn of and exploit this weakness is unknown, and it has since been moved to a higher-security chamber.]]
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Addendum 2: Due to the excessive resource requirements in keeping SCP-457 contained, locating a permanent renewable fuel source is currently a high priority. Proposals so far include, but are not limited to:
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Use of starch dust obtained from SCP-1689 potatoes.
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Use of SCP-124 to rapidly produce sources of bio-fuel.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4779 has been cordoned off to public access. Site 248 has been established near SCP-4779 in order to study the documents recovered from it. Officers with the Unreality Division and the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs are permitted access to the transcripts of these documents upon request.
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Description: SCP-4779 is a beach in Norfolk, England. During the night or cloudy weather, glass bottles randomly manifest beneath the surface of the sea and are deposited onto SCP-4779. Each of these bottles contains a small paper or parchment note.
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These notes can take various forms. The most common types are handwritten pages from letters or diaries, unknown forms of SCP documentation, extracts from novels and plays. No particular consistency has been detected across these documents, but some events and people appear multiple times. Events, history and people are referenced that differ strongly from baseline reality.
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The following is a collection of six documents recovered from SCP-4779.
walking together in the garden. Ma'bad is very obviously ill-at-ease; Sarah is playful, teasing, enjoying her companion's awkwardness.
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SARAH: You must tell me more about Cairo. You are always so reticent!
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MA'BAD: Only because I fear that the sensibilities of a Frankish- ah, an "English" lady would be scandalised by our way of living.
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SARAH: Frankish! I have been given many subtle insults in my day, but never one quite as impertinent as "Frankish". We are at war with the French, you know.
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MA'BAD: My apologies. To us, you are all Franks, just as we are all Saracens.
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SARAH: I always assumed that was due to similarities amongst you.
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MA'BAD: Oh, no, my lady; only the perception of similarity. You think us barbarous, but I assure you that we possess as many subtleties and nuances as you do; but as they are framed differently, as our emotions are expressed differently, you fail to see them, only percieving what is different and never what is similar.
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SARAH: And what is similar?
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They have arrived at the Well, and seat themselves upon its rim.
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MA'BAD: We both have the same God, we both possess rules of chivalry, if differing in specifics; we both have systems of law and gentlemanly conduct. Perhaps the only difference is that we took different paths in history. Or perhaps the distinctions between us matter little, that we are not discrete entities- why, what is that now?
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SARAH: Oh, not again.
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MA'BAD: This kind of thing is, ah, common in England?
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SARAH: Do me a kindness, Ma'bad; look into the well, and tell me what you see.
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MA'BAD: Why, I seem to see myself, staring back. I'm in some kind of hedge maze, I think-
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SARAH: Shit.
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Sarah jumps into the well. Ma'bad looks up, remembering his mother, the sands by the oasis cities, the looks on the faces of the English lords who don't know what to make of him. The marble descends upon him and he jumps into the well, falling into his own reflection just as it walks down another pathway.
and I awoke. The trench was deserted. I could see lights from zeppelins overhead, scouring for any hints of the Occultists. Great sirens boomed from them, like some inevitable force. I groaned, dragged myself up, and saw that nobody had even bothered to garrison it. The march had continued on for miles, whooping with glee and bloodlust.
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I looked over at the enemy lines, and the screaming began. Cogs upon cogs upon wheels upon gears, the collected detritus of nineteen dimensions, rose up in catastrophic certainty. We had never considered that idea the Church's inability to reassemble its god was because the parts had been scattered across all of time and space. But they'd done it, and now it stood before me. A jaw the size of the Holdbrine Marsh, fingers larger than comprehension. Eyes burning with blue fire.
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A human should not have been able to see all of it, but it forced me to percieve this shambling thing beyond the mind's capacity. I collapsed, whimpering, hoping I wouldn't be seen; but how could I be seen? This was not a thing that would care about one more flesh-born under the zeppelin spotlights. This was a thing that bent the world around it. Coal factories formed its limbs, each staffed with a hundred workers who had lived and died a hundred lifetimes worshipping a metal knuckle on one of its dozen fingers on its dozen arms. The brain was formed by a mass of clockwork monkeys typing away, furiously, a simulation of reality and intelligence.
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What had we become? What had we wrought? I saw it swing its hammer and watched, frozen, as it cut through the borderlines and felled a hundred dimensions. I saw, in that moment, a beach
The candles had burnt low, but Johannes was too comfortable to care. Mary, John and Olivia were all lounging similarly, scribbling on paper or reading books. The wind howled outside but the fire, though burnt low, kept them warm.
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"An idea", murmured Olivia. The others lazily swung their heads towards her. Oliver was the oldest in terms of age but the newest member of their little coterie, an inveterate sporter of turtlenecks and thick-rimmed glasses. She looked the part for a pretentious writer better than the rest of them.
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"What if there was a beach- say, the beach just down from here. Let's say that one day, all these messages in bottles started appearing on it. Hundreds of them, all up and down the beach."
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Mary groaned. "More magical realism? You're going to have to read some other stuff some time, you know."
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"Just bear with me. The messages in these bottles all come from other worlds, other universes, but they don't make sense. It's like fragments from alien worlds- alien in the sense of unknowable, I mean. Like how people in Persia or China or Indochina or whatever, they all have different ways of thinking about things, and did have different ways in the past."
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"OK", said Johannes, rolling his eyes. He'd heard stories like this before, and didn't think much of them. "What then? What would happen? It's a nice premise but I don't know where you're going with it."
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"Say- say there was a lighthouse keeper. In this lighthouse, instead of us. The only thing he thinks about is picking up the bottles and reading them, I don't know why. But he becomes obsessed with this idea, this singular idea, about the paths that keep branching off. Every reality as another path taken or untaken, a divergence from or reorientation to some ultimate goal, Whiggish or Marxist or whatever."
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John scratched his chin. "But then, why a beach? What's that about? The detritus of the universe washes up on a beach? A nice metaphor but Jo's right, it has to go somewhere more than that."
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"I don't think it does. It's the kind of place an observer would live; all the detritus of forever coming through, and he's just- just there, watching, waiting. I have a contact in the SCP Foundation who told me about
through the gate. It was night, another cold night that was just too late, but I had promises to keep. I needed shelter somewhere.
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I rapped the knocker. I prayed Alfred was right, as I saw lights switched on and heard the creak of footsteps. Finally, the locks were snapped back and a very confused Lord Obermeyer was standing before me.
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I forestalled his questions with a wave. "Ma'bad ibn Omar. Helios' man. I formally ask the Ninth Legate for Sanctuary according to the Protocols of the Four Winters."
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Obermeyer blinked, smiled, and pulled me into a hug. "I never thought to meet another survivor of the trenches. Please, follow me."
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His house was small but elegant; the kind belonging to a man who has lost his money but not his taste, or his breeding. He seemed born to the place. His books, neatly arranged but put back hurriedly, the kind of demented feng shui that comes with a harried and feverish mind. He held the lantern aloft and we moved through a dim hallway, a candlelit dining room, and then to a door. Obermeyer unlocked it, smiled, and gestured for me to go first.
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And all at once I was sprawling on the ground. It was a sheer drop, some ten feet, which the dark had hidden. I was surrounded by hedgerows- no, a hedge maze. I looked up, and Obermeyer stared back, seeming to come from a long way below. His eyes were black, and pitying.
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"Ma'bad al-Juhani believed that humans had complete free will, but Ibn Omar was a proponent of the orthodox view. I think, of your two namesakes, the latter had the better idea: that while we have free will, the results of our choices are already known and written. When I close my eyes, all I see is an ultimate purpose leading to a single goal, Mekhane. If you are truly a follower of ours, you will discern which path leads to that ultimate end and which are false paths, routes to other endings."
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He smiled. "If you fail, I am sure you had your reasons for the choices you made." He closed the door on my interminable cursing, and the lights went out.
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I spent several minutes trying to climb the wall; several more trying to break through the hedgerows. I eventually gave up; surely I could pass this test.
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After a few impossible, Escher-like turns, I arrived in an octagonal clearing, a fountain flowing in the middle. The stars shone above, as they had done over the trenches. I thought of Johns, screaming as he saw Mekhane's glory. I wish I could have been less strong, less certain in my faith. His life seems to be happier, now.
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I began to step into one of the paths, but all I could see was a well in a garden, folding over itself endlessly. The second was the Four Winters, over and over again, my friend screaming. A dimly-lit lighthouse coterie, a hundred pieces of paper gathered on a beach, a man staring at me from a snow-covered fireplace.
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Which was the true path? I started down one, and found myself in another crossroads, each path leading to another truth. Snow that was beaten, snow that overcame. Mekhane's collapse or triumph. I didn't know these futures, these universes. I wondered if the maze had been built around them, or if they'd been made for the maze.
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I looked up, but the stars had no answer. I'd seen through the Lens of Avicenna and the Blue Glass of the Nordic Prince, to the infinities beyond them, but I was still only human. The night sky still held that old mystery, that old fear. Was I walking down these paths? Were they even paths, or were they simply parts in a painting?
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I kept wandering, not knowing where I went, not knowing from whence I came.
Secure Confinement Protocols: SCP-████ has been terminated. The means and methods by which this occurred are unknown. For discussion of the fallout, please see the documentation for SCP-4779.
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Summary: SCP-████ refers to a series of events of the 812th Occult War, which occured from 9819 to 9821. Specifically, SCP-████ refers to the events which has resulted in the continual manifestation of SCP-4779 documents from varied points in time, space, and dimensional locations on a beach in Dimension 173-C.
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What exactly constitutes SCP-████ remains unknown. The primary theories currently being proposed include:
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A sudden and violent collision of two mirror universes in the gardens of Obermeyer Hall, Northumbria.
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The activation of Mekhane's Hammer in the Battle of Four Winters.
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The plundering of SCP-2000 during the Pirate's Eleven Brigade.
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A potential event known as the Hedgerow Fracture, at Lord Obermeyer's winter residence.
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The opening of a portal in the Library of Babel onto Martin Fierro's Bar.
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The transcendental union with the divine achieved by the Sufi sheikh al-Qasim al-Mu'tazila in the 93rd dimension.
A dark and stormy night in New York city. The skyscrapers oppress you, staring down from overhead, the distant sirens beating in the distance seeming to make everything somehow more silent, more still. Your footsteps rattle on the pavements, and you beg, pray, for the return of colour, but it won't come. Your name is Murph-
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Russell's Teapot just coming to the boil.
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Snowfall.
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The 2036 Broadway re-run of Cats and the Orange Jellicoe incident it caused.
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There's so much. You sit and stare at the page, as these words and concepts pour out of you. Maybe it's all true. Maybe none of it is. The thousand ways your life could have gone replicated with their own cast of characters. You sit on the beach, and watch the bottles come in, gathering their notes, and wondering about how when you read them they're just stale, sterile words from places that no longer were, or never were. These voices rendered by souls crying out in righteousness or pain and you sit there, in your little room in Site 248, wondering when it'll be over. I hope that you find some pe-
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-ace. I really do. It was a converted lighthouse, wasn't it? You and Mary and John, working the night away, swapping stories of camraderie and anomalies you've faced, of Scarlet Kings and the author's death. You love it here. You hope they never stop, that your friends will never be transferred away or leave. You feel that perfect isolation, on these grey and windswept beaches, with friends who you can talk to and drink with and have a real conversation with. You are young and hungry, and though you hope it'll never end you know that you'll have something rare if it does- memories that at the end of your time you can look back on and feel happy.
But Mary and John- who were they? It's only ever been you. Nobody else. It's only ever been night-time at Site 248. You look out over the beach and remember that there's never been anything more; just the beaches, the bottles, dim electric lamps dying forever, your purpose. You are a researcher. You've never been anything else, but one simple mistake in a trivial experiment and you're out here on the beach. Picking up the pebbles dead worlds have left behind. Well, you're glad. You might not be making any memories but you don't need to. You like the solitude, insofar as you can like anything. You glide over the waters, performing your duty. It gives you meaning. You are happy. You have always been here and always will, a thing of lymph and blood and flesh. You look into the waters and a face of clockwork stares back at you. Is this your face? Does it matter? Do you even exist, or are you simply a function, an inevitability of the path you took among the hedgerows, not even a machine but a process for the gathering and analysis of these documents, tick tick tick, onwards and onwards and-
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The momentary collapse of Site 248 and consensus in what is colloquially referred to as "The Hour of the Wolf".
The snow bit at my ankles, but I made it home. I knew my duty, and I didn't look at it. I screwed my eyes shut and stopped listening to it as it bit into my soul.
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Imagine a world where the snow takes you, and wipes you, and alters time so that you never were. Where we're all entranced by its oblivion. Another world that's dying all around. All possibilities for what was, will be, for what people are or are not, just slip away.
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If you leave enough universes running for long enough, every single possibility will happen. Even a universe where a series of gibberish words and phrases can constitute a valid SCF document. In the particular culture and context of the time, it makes sense.
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I hear the snow calling to me. It wants nothing. It wants to be nothing. Maybe it's a kind of Pattern Screamer, maybe it's one of the Foundation's experiments, maybe it's something else. It would be so easy, wouldn't it? To fall into it. To allow the snowfall to scrub me clean, to remove my choices, my agency.
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I looked into the fire. I went to the knife drawer, sliced deep into my palm, and opened the door. I smeared as much of it as I could all over. It's stopped blowing so hard around here, now, but I only have so much blood to give.
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A long time ago, I stood in a garden, and stared down a well into a maze of hedgerows. I fell into the well, and the young coquettish girl became a hardened man of the wild snow, the product of a thousand thousand paths made long before. I trudged through into this cabin, and spilt my blood, and now I look at the fire and think about stepping through it into a room of bohemian artists. But still I think of the sky falling in.
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I want to wash up on a beach in Norfolk, and feel the shingle on my skin. I want to die and live again, and do it all again in another place, time, with new laws and new things to do. I want each world to die and for me to exist again. But I can't. We only have one path, and we must follow it into the night. We cannot obliterate the self, but only follow our lanterns.
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We don't even see it most of the time, but occasionally, just occasionally, we feel the hour when the wolves are abroad and singing on the high moors. It's just one image, like any other, but it makes you feel something you don't even have words for. And one day I'll find them, and put them in a bottle, and send them out to see so that someone can understand this dying, this dread reality.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5453 are to be stored in a standard air-gapped Foundation server. Physical copies of SCP-5453 are to be stored beside the server in a standard Foundation locker. In addition, ingredients to make an SCP-5453-1 instance, including an expert in hydromancy, are to be stored on-site.
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Description: SCP-5453 is an infohazardous recipe for sinigang na hipon. Any online medium that mentions the process of making SCP-5453 turns into a format resembling a recipe blog; however, physical copies of SCP-5453 are instead turned into a format resembling a recipe book. A previous copy of SCP-5453 when its infohazardous nature was not known can be found in Site-901. When a subject follows the instructions given by SCP-5453, they create an instance of SCP-5453, hereby referred to as SCP-5453-1.
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SCP-5453-1 is a bowl of shrimp sinigang. Subjects that consumes SCP-5453-1 expire instantaneously. Expiration from SCP-5453 resemble anaphylaxis due to shrimp allergies, however, reports from test subjects of SCP-5453-1 report the expiration as being peaceful. Although the instructions given by SCP-5453 makes an SCP-5453-1 instance, when any part of SCP-5453 is not followed, a non-anomalous bowl of shrimp sinigang manifests.
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Interview and Documents Pertaining to SCP-5453: Below are various interviews the Foundation conducted that references SCP-5453.
Prologue Interview was done under the guise of a documentary about the Marcos regime.
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[Irrelevant information removed for brevity]
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Danielle: Can you tell me more about your daughter?
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Bautista: She was a cute little girl. Inherited most of her attitude from her mother, with my hard-headedness and motivation.
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[Bautista points to a picture of him and his daughter posing in front of the Univeristy of the Philippines Oblation Statue]
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Bautista: There she is, posing with me after she graduated valedictorian in her batch!
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Danielle: She must've been a very bright girl.
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Bautista: Every time she would come home, her eyes would shine as she told me the various things they did with their organization, like feed the poor and house the homeless. Until she didn't come home one day.
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Bautista: The next day, I see her and her friends on TV being arrested and sent to Bilibid1 for being Communists! Communists! Would you believe that my baby girl, the person who would take care of stray animals and feed them till they grew up, a Communist?!
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Bautista: I packed my bags and went out to Manila, hopefully to return to Baguio with her beside me.
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Bautista: When I arrived in Bilibid, I asked to visit my daughter, and when I took a look at her…
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[Bautista shows a piece of parchment to Danielle]
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Bautista: Someone once said to me that I should only use this recipe to stop someone who's suffering in pain. That recipe ensured that all people died a peaceful death. I had to do what I had to do.
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Danielle: What was the recipe you made?
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Bautista: Ah, it was her favorite dish. Add a tamarind, a pinch of saltwater, and some shrimp, and it's a dish she will eat after swimming in the sea. You know, I got that from my mother. She taught me what I needed to make the recipe. Never have I thought I would use this recipe.
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Danielle: Condolences, Ms. Bautista. I know the feeling of watching someone waste away without guidance on what to do.
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[Irrelevant information removed for brevity]
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Epilogue: As Bautista has shown considerable knowledge regarding the existence of SCP-5453, a request to accompany her during her daily life has been filed. The usage of amnestics has been shown to prevent these kinds of cases to occuring, however, due to Bautista's knowledge regarding SCP-5453, it may be a waste of resources and documentation to erase the knowledge Bautista has about the anomaly — Researcher Danielle.
Prologue: To establish better relations with Bautista along with gathering more information about the anomaly, Danielle accompanied Bautista to Manila Bay.
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Bautista: You know, my daughter used to love halo-halo. She would always pester me to buy some whenever we went out to go shopping.
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[Danielle mixes her halo-halo]
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Danielle: She sounds like she was a wonderful girl, indeed.
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Danielle: Speaking of foods, do you know anything about that sinigang recipe you used?
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Bautista: Ah, that. Truth be told, I didn't make that recipe, it was only taught to me by someone I knew closely. She says that recipe has been passed down from her mother, and her mother before that, and her mother before that, and on and on and on.
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Bautista: This recipe of mine is actually a variation of what the Marcoses used.
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Danielle: I can't believe that the Marcoses used… these kinds of magic.
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Bautista: It was effective at disposing of a political dissident. Just feed someone the sinigang, wait a few minutes, then they drop dead. I should know, Marcos himself hired me and a group of my close relatives to create another version of that.
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Danielle: What did they do to your recipe?
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Bautista: You could say they "improved" it. Made it worked faster. Doesn't kill you, though. Turns you into a puddle of meat they can extract information out of. You would be surprised how much prisoners the Marcoses used this technique to torture their opponents. Reverse the effects, amnesticize them so they forget about the torture but remember the trauma, repeat until they are willing to break.
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Danielle: That's so… horrible.
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Bautista: And if you weren't willing to break? Then they'll just beat you up and throw you into a barrel. They called it the "Trajano method".
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Danielle: And all of these was done inside Bilibid?
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Bautista: Did you know that most of the Marcos' regime's victims' bodies were never found? The ones that were were located mostly in Bilibid.
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[Bautista chuckles]
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Bautista: And to think it would be used against my daughter.
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Danielle: My condolences, Ms. Josie.
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Bautista: Thank the Lord that Corazaon decided that it was too cruel and burned every copy of Marcos' version of the recipe.
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Bautista: Now I hold the only physical copy of the recipe, and I hope it dies with me.
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Bautista: Would you like to walk around the malls with me? I can treat you.
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Danielle: Sure, with pleasure, Josie.
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[Extreaneuous information removed for brevity]
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[Danielle and Bautista are in a Ferris wheel, eating taho]
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Bautista: You remind me of my daughter. The way she talks, the way she walks, sometimes, I pretend you were there all along.
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Danielle: That's nice to hear from you.
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Bautista: Haha, you even have her attitude!
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Bautista: Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened if she wasn't caught. Sometimes, I stay up at night, thinking what would've happen if I didn't accept Marcos' offer to create him that recipe. Maybe those countless nights spent working on the perfect recipe to fulfill his requirements, being the lead researcher on a project that was designed to torture innocent lives, maybe it would've been spent creating something… better.
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Danielle: Sometimes it really just feels like the world is out to destroy what you have built, huh.
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Bautista: In that case, I hope the world does try to destroy what I've done. I don't know how will I forgive myself for what I have done.
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Danielle: Self-compassion takes a long time to achieve, Josie. It may take you 10 days, it may take you 10 months, it may take you 10 years, however, as long as you regret what you have done, I believe that anyone can be at peace with themselves.
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Bautista: Ha, when I ever forgive myself and go straight to Heaven, I hope my daughter will also forgive me for what I have done to her.
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Danielle: I'm sure she will, Josie. I'm sure she will.
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Bautista: Just call me Tita.
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[Danielle hugs Bautista]
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Danielle: Okay po Tita.
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[Extreneuous information removed for brevity]
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[Danielle and Bautista sit at a bench, currently watching the sun set over the Manila Bay.]
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Bautista: Thank you for accompanying me, Danielle. I really appreciate it.
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Danielle: No, thank you, Tita. You've made my day a little less depressing.
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Bautista: My conversation with you has made me realized a lot of things about myself.
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Danielle: Me too, me too.
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Bautista: Would you mind visiting me every once in a while?
Prologue: As Bautista was recently admitted to the hospital for arsenic poisoning, Researcher Danielle has decided to give Bautista her well-wishes in the Chinese General Hospital.
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Bautista: Y-you came.
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Danielle: Why won't I come to my Tita?
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Bautista: Haha, now you sound like her too.
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Danielle: What's the diagnosis?
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Bautista: …Doctor says I have a few days to live.
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Danielle: Don't worry, Tita. I will make sure you will get the best medicine here in the Philippines.
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[Bautista raises her hand]
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Bautista: No need to. I've lived long enough.
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Danielle: But… you've treated me so kindly! It's natural that I repay you!
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Bautista: There's no need to repay me. After all, you've been with me in my twilight years, and that is enough for me.
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Danielle: If there's anything that I can do, please tell me.
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Bautista: I actually do have two requests.
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[Bautista hands over a piece of parchment to Danielle]
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Bautista: Please find a way I can die peacefully in my sleep.
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Danielle: I will do so, Tita.
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Bautista: Please burn the parchment so no one will relearn how to do this. No one should deserve to learn this, after what I have done.
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Danielle: I promise, Tita.
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[Bautista hugs Danielle]
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Bautista: Thank you, for letting me fulfill my wish.
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Danielle: I hope I've been a good daughter to you.
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Bautista: Would you sit by me as I eat my last meal?
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Danielle: I will.
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Epilogue: Per Bautista's wishes, Researcher Danielle prepared and fed him SCP-5453-1. In addition, she properly disposed of SCP-5453-1 per Foundation policy. Bautista's copy of SCP-5453 has been sent to Site-901 for safekeeping.
To: Danielle Romualdez
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Good job on dispatching Bautista. Your payment will be sent after 7 days. Thank you for sending over the recipe, it was just in time for election season too. If you manage to quietly dispose of more people, we might win this coming election and your pay will increase massively. Your next target is Angelo Velasco, anartist. Good luck, and remember, history is written by the victors, and you will be part of that victory.
Special Containment Procedures: The chamber containing SCP-5557 has been outfitted with HC-grade concrete walls, and is accessible only through a concealed entrance in a staff-only area of Salisbury Cathedral. The balloon within SCP-5557 has been covered with a blue, camouflaged fabric, and all flight paths coming in proximity have been redirected. Public reports of SCP-5557 are to be suppressed whenever they emerge.
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Safe-class secondary anomalies produced by SCP-5557 are to be contained in as many standard containment lockers as is applicable for each item. Anomalies with higher classifications may be subject to alternative documentation and special containment procedures.
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Description: SCP-5557 is an ovoid region of space ~25 metres in length, simultaneously located in a chamber below Salisbury Cathedral, England, and at an altitude of ~36,000 metres above the building. Viewing the space from any direction will give the appearance of a clear blue sky, regardless of objects behind it or external weather conditions. SCP-5557 is empty save for an immovable, indestructible hot-air balloon1.
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Due to being simultaneously in two positions, possessing only one location, and therefore not being in either position, SCP-5557 represents a physical manifestation of a logical contradiction. Persons within SCP-5557 are capable of distorting baseline logical reality by extrapolating from this contradiction, in-line with the logical principle of explosion2. This extrapolation often occurs unintentionally or subconsciously, and prolonged exposure causes an exponentially increasing quantity of secondary anomalies caused by contradictory axioms.
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Following 1966-06-12, incursion into SCP-5557 has possessed a 100% fatality rate among human subjects.
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Testing: Formal testing of SCP-5557's properties began on 1966-06-11, after a series of incursions by civilians and preliminary containment staff (and the subsequent containment of resultant anomalies). A log of all tests attempted to-date is included below:
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Date: 1966-06-11
+Test Summary: D-0088 extended a long metal pole into SCP-5557, on the end of which was mounted camera equipment and a small releasable payload outfitted with GPS.
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Test Outcome: Camera footage was normal until it passed the boundary of SCP-5557, at which point it began to display the views from within the chamber and from the high-altitude balloon simultaneously. Persons observing the compromised footage were able to extrapolate safely without triggering additional anomalies, suggesting a limit to the principle of explosion's effect in baseline reality. The payload was deployed, and fell simultaneously from both locations — it was recovered shortly thereafter, and is currently being stored in two separate containment lockers.
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Date: 1966-06-12
+Test Summary: Agent Garvey entered SCP-5557 via a gangplank laid from the floor of Salisbury Cathedral to the basket of the balloon. They were instructed to formulate the idea that they existed in two places at once, observe the results, and leave SCP-5557 without making any further deductions about the nature of reality.
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Test Outcome: Agent Garvey entered SCP-5557, but did not proceed with the test, instead turning around as if startled. They then nodded slowly, placed the back of their hand to their forehead, and violently combusted.
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Flames engulfing the balloon
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The sky within SCP-5557 rapidly switching from night to day, and to an unidentified third state
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The balloon being replaced with a burned-out wreck of itself
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A colossal metal pole outfitted with camera apparatus emerging from the distance
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The sky being replaced with the interior of Salisbury Cathedral
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Furniture on the balloon spontaneously rearranging
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The sky being replaced with smoke, fire, and rubble (identified as the remains of Salisbury Cathedral)
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O5-01 seated at the balloon's writing desk, surrounded by an unquantifiably immense pile of paperwork related to possible exploitations of SCP-5557
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An unidentified man in business attire falling from the balloon, as if pushed
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All scenes occurred simultaneously, and their significance (if any) is as yet unknown. Following the conclusion of this event, Agent Garvey has been seated at the desk with his head in his hands, unmoving.
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Date: 1966-06-12
+Test Summary: D-0088 was provided with a nonlethal electroshock weapon and was instructed to enter SCP-5557 and retrieve Agent Garvey.
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Test Outcome: Immediately after entering SCP-5557, D-0088 was replaced with an instance of Agent Garvey's corpse (severely decomposed), which subsequently combusted. The sentence "Boys. Boys. This one's not worth the hassle, boys" was then heard in Garvey's voice from an unknown source.
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No further testing of SCP-5557 is believed to be possible at the present time.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5603 is kept in a standard containment cell at Site-17. SCP-5603 is presently under 24/7 video surveillance, with all Activation Phases to be recorded. Any abnormal behavior demonstrated by SCP-5603 is to be immediately reported to the project head.
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Description: SCP-5603 is a vintage billiard table measuring 2.6 m in length and 1.5 m in width as well as the collection of billiard equipment associated with it; equipment consists of a full set of billiard balls, a rack, two cue sticks, a chalk, and a bridge. While SCP-5603 is slightly worn, the equipment itself is in pristine condition. SCP-5603 and the equipment share the same property of being resistant to all attempts to damage them. The equipment is also affixed to SCP-5603 and cannot be separated from it by artificial means. Other than this, SCP-5603 has demonstrated no additional anomalous properties (See Incident 5603-1).
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The equipment on SCP-5603 is positioned as followed: The balls are arranged inside the rack, with foot spot intersecting with the foot line; the cue ball is in the center of the head spot being exactly perpendicular with the foot spot; the cue sticks lean against the left side of SCP-5603 with the collars pointing upwards; the bridge leans on the bottom-right corner of SCP-5603 with the head pointing down; and finally the chalk rests on the bottom-right corner of the foot rail. Normally, the equipment will remain motionless unless undergoing an Activation Phase.
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An 'Activation Phase' entails when the cue sticks become autonomous and hover 1.5 m in the air. The rack will be lifted from the balls and be placed on the side rail. The chalk will be lifted up and rubbed against both tips of the cue sticks. The bridge will remain at the corner and has not been moved from its position to date. The cue sticks will then interact with the billiard balls as if initiating a game of pool. The game that has been most consistently played thus far is Straight Pool, but occasionally other games such as Eight-Ball, Nine-Ball, One-Pocket and Bank-Pool were witnessed to be played as well.
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Attempting to physically halt or impede the equipment during an Activation Phase has been met with failure, as the objects have exhibited a much greater density and force than its material should allow. Tilting SCP-5603 sideways or upside down will cause the equipment to become reoriented during play. These Activation Phases have occurred at random intervals with no discernible pattern; the number of games played during each Activation Phase is also random. Following the conclusion of an Activation Phase, the equipment will be repositioned as they were prior and will reaffix itself to SCP-5603.
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SCP-5603 was recovered from the basement of a dilapidated house in Eugene, Oregon, after a couple of urban explorers reported SCP-5603 to local police, believing it to be haunted by ghosts. A Foundation agent embedded in the police department intercepted the call and after confirmation from video evidence gained from the explorers, SCP-5603 was taken to custody. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics.
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Incident 5603-1: On 08/04/2011, Doctor Harold Barrs was assisting the research team in conducting experiments on SCP-5603 when his tie was accidently caught in the side pocket. He attempted to free his tie when one of the cue sticks struck the cue ball into the same pocket. Dr. Barrs body became heavily spatially distorted before being pulled into the pocket. The test was immediately cancelled, and an inspection of SCP-5603's internal compartment found no traces of the doctor.
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Dr. Barrs returned the day after, crashing through the ceiling of the containment cell1 and landing directly on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs suffered minor bruising and muscle sprains but was otherwise in good physical health.
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Security entered the room and apprehended Dr. Barrs, after confirming his identity he was questioned on what occurred to him after his disappearance. Dr. Barrs stated he was brought into a large space of what he assumed to be of extra-dimensional origin. He saw multiple enormous entities engaging in conversation when they noticed him and forced him back to this dimension with mild annoyance. The body camera Dr. Barrs was wearing captured the entire incident.
SCP-5603 is mid-way through its Activation Phase, half of the balls have been pocketed. Multiple members of the research team are observing SCP-5603; Dr. Barrs, upon setting the SRA2 underneath the anomaly, gestures to Dr. Henn.
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Dr. Barrs: Alright, turn it on.
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Dr. Henn presses a button on the remote activating the SRA. SCP-5603 resumes anomalous activity. Dr. Barrs sighs.
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Dr. Barrs: I suspected this would happen. 5603 doesn't have any Hume irregularities, I don't understand why they thought this was even necessary.
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Dr. Henn: At least it's a definite confirmation the anomaly isn't ontokinetic-based. But yeah, I get the feeling. This is very tame.
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Dr. Barrs: Let's be grateful for that. Turn it off, now. We still have a couple of tests left.
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Dr. Henn deactivates the SRA. Dr. Barrs crouches and grabs onto the SRA; he attempts to stand up but experiences severe back pain. Dr. Barrs strains and emits a vocalization of pain; he lurches forward and gets his tie stuck inside the pocket.
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Dr. Barrs: Help! Come and help. God!
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Dr. Henn and another researcher rush to Dr. Barrs and assist in placing the SRA on the floor. A cue stick angles itself to the cue ball, preparing to strike billiard ball #3.
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Dr. Henn: Woah, woah easy. You alright?
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Dr. Barrs: I'm fine, it was heavier than thought. My back stings.
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Dr. Henn: I can call the medic.
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Dr. Barrs: Don't be hasty, just need some rest. Can you move-
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Dr. Barrs moves his head to face Dr. Henn but is pulled back. He notices his tie is stuck and sees the cue stick preparing to make contact with the cue ball. The cue stick strikes the cue ball which bounces off billiard ball #3, into the pocket. As the ball enters the pocket, the tie stretches and contorts as it is pulled into SCP-5603.
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Dr. Barrs: What in the hell!
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Dr. Henn: Take it off, take it off!
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Dr. Barrs grasps the knot in his tie but is stunned that the room and everything inside it is undergoing severe spatial distortions; portions of the ceiling, wall and floor ripple and spiral constantly, all personnel are either stretched vertically or horizontally. The only objects that are not affected are Dr. Barrs and SCP-5603. Approximately after five seconds Dr. Barrs is then violently pulled in the pocket.
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The camera view changes to an interior of a tunnel made from dust, streaks of colored light and rock. Gaping holes in the tunnel reveal planets, various species of fish swimming through the ocean, the Egyptian pyramids, and a large asteroid wrapped in strands of yellow tube-like material with spherical brown boulders emerging from it. Dr. Barrs is heard screaming. The end of the tunnel is a view of a night sky. The camera feed momentarily freezes for several seconds before resuming. The camera view changes to Dr. Barrs groaning in pain as he pushes himself up from the ground, which is adorned with green cloth.
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Dr. Barrs: I'm… I'm alive! Call security, Henn! The anomaly is… under my feet?
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Dr. Barrs is standing in the middle of an enormous replica of SCP-5603. The horizontal length of SCP-5603 is comparable to that of a football field while the vertical range appears to be infinite. The billiard balls are over 2 meters tall and their positions are mirrored similarly to how it was on SCP-5603 before Dr. Barrs disappearance.
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Dr. Barrs: What-
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Dr. Barrs is interrupted as an enlarged cue ball is placed behind him. Dr. Barrs gasps as the camera pans upwards. The camera captures the view of a starry night sky and five entities whose appearance resemble that of constellations.
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There are five entities: A quasi-humanoid cephalopod (5603-Squid), an irregular oval made from curving and waving lines. Two round circles are located near the end of the major axis as two eyeballs on stalks are located on the top (5603-Curve), and a humanoid in a plain button-up shirt with the words "D-13131" on the left breast (5603-Man) are watching a humanoid with gears, wires, and bolts in the outline of its figure (5603-Gear) and another humanoid with feminine features, it possess the outline of horns and wings (5603-Horns). Both are welding enormous cue sticks.
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5603-Man: Sorry Gears, but you pocketed the cue. That's a foul right there if I've seen one.
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5603-Gear: Such a gross miscalculation on my part. I supposed I used too much force, I'll be sure to be more gentle next round.
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5603-Horns brings a paw to its mouth, its laughs are muffled.
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5603-Gears: Laugh all you want you vile beast, but keep in mind of your horrendous performance when we first started. Daresay, it hasn't improved either. Despite having domain over all your flesh you are no more capable of using your limbs than a helpless newborn!
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5603-Horns: [Snarling] And who are you to claim imperfection! He who has claimed knowledge of all makes the simple mistake of miscalculation? You are nothing more than a divine con-man!
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5603-Gears: Say what you wish sister, but flesh and blood will always fall short to metal and oil.
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5603-Horns: You dare speak ill to me, you foolish abomination of scrap! Either part with your tongue or prepare to per-
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5603-Man: Hey. Hey! 5603-Man snaps its fingers gaining the attention of 5603-Horns and 5603-Gears. Can you put your little feud to the side for five fucking minutes or do I have to send you all out? I'm still reeling from the last shit show.
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Dr. Barrs moves away from the cue ball and sprints, taking out his phone as he does so. He curses under his breath.
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Dr. Barrs: No signal. Whatever this is… a pocket dimension in 5603? No, we'd have found it. Dr. Barrs turns around. 5603-Horns scoffs and caresses the cue stick in its paws.
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5603-Horns: At ease, you summer child. We're only teasing is all, it's what siblings do. Called pocket, five in right head.
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+5603-Man: Bullshit, but alright. You certainly have an interesting way of expressing it.
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5603-Horns: Silence, I need to concentrate.
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5603-Horns leans forwards and lines the cue stick with billiard ball #5 using its knuckles as support. 5603-Horns strikes the cue ball, Dr. Barrs nearly avoids being crushed as he jumps out of the way. The cue ball makes contact with the billiard ball; as it rolls bones and muscle emerge from the ground. The billiard ball continues to collide against these obstacles until entering the corner pocket.
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5603-Gears: She's correct. We are always at odds with each other, but do not conflate that with hatred. I know the stories of old will say otherwise, but the writers never understood the full picture of our story.
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5603-Squid: If what you're saying is true, why are your followers still engaging in endless bickering and bloodshed then? Surely it'd be best for everybody involved to speak the truth?
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5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling].
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5603-Gears: We do not hold the same connection to our children as we did in the past. We cannot directly speak to them, maybe a faint whisper but nothing more. They are on their own path now. Even if we did manage to get them to heed our word, I fear they would not listen. I dread it's too late to turn things around.
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5603-Squid: That sounds horrible. I can't imagine having to go through that. You two have my sympathies.
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5603-Man: Yeah, that's quite a crappy hand of cards you got there. So… did that whole thing about you imprisoning your sister with your own guts fake then or…
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5603-Gears: No, that one was actually true.
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5603-Man: Really? How the hell did she break out then? 5603-Man jabs a thumb to 5603-Horns, who is preparing to strike the cue ball again.
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5603-Horns: Story for another time. Called pocket, nine in left foot.
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5603-Horns strikes the cue ball and it collides with billiard ball #9. The billiard ball is hurdling in Dr. Barrs direction. Dr. Barrs attempts to flee but bones and muscle emerge from the ground around him. He moves to the left and accidentally bumps into a curved spike of bone. The spike falls to the ground at the same moment the ball collides with it. The ball's trajectory has changed course and enters the right side pocket. The bones and muscle sink into the ground.
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5603-Horns: WHAT?! No, I had that perfectly calculated! I demand a retrial, I didn't command that to happen!
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5603-Man: You know the rules, Yalds. Once the ball rolls there's no take backs.
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5603-Gears: Yes, let me show you how to properly land a shot. Called pocket, one in right head.
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5603-Gears moves to the right and with one arm, strikes the cue stick against the cue ball. The ball rolls until gently knocking into billiard ball #1. A section of the ground is transformed into a conveyer belt, transporting the ball straight into the corner pocket.
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Dr. Barrs:(Mutters.) I can't stay. Got to get out. Dr. Barrs gets up and moves to the nearest side rail; he attempts to sprint but limps in the process.
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5603-Man: And would you look at that, Gears won. Congratulations, you won bragging rights. With how difficult that shot looked, you earned it.
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5603-Horns: No it wasn't! That was beyond cheap.
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5603-Gears: You're the one who suggested we use our essence in the game, you have no right to complain.
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5603-Horns growls, nearly breaking the cue stick in her paws until 5603-Squid speaks.
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5603-Squid: I don't want to interrupt your moment of fraternal love but I'm growing tired of pool. How come we don't do poker anymore? That was fun. 5603-Curve makes a repeated gesture reminiscent of nodding while gurgling loudly.
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5603-Man: Well, Lue. I would agree with you if it wasn't for the fact that things mysterious happen whenever we play.
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5603-Squid: Oh?
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5603-Man: You already forgotten? How extra cards mysteriously get added to the deck.
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5603-Gears: Or that some players just happen to have more chips whenever I looked away from the table.
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5603-Man: Or maybe that certain someone throws a bitch fit whenever he or she loses and claims the game is rigged every. Damn. Time. 5603-Man glances at 5603-Horns. 5603-Horns folds their arms. So no, I'm not going through that again. And since you guys didn't like the other games we're doing this instead.
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5603-Squid: I see. Maybe we invite the others to our group instead? Perhaps their input will make these sessions more lively.
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5603-Man: I'll bite. Have any of you guys got any suggestions on that front?
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5603-Horns: How about JALAKÅRA? His abilities would make these games entertaining.
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5603-Gears: I don't believe that would be wise. While he is knowledgeable I suspect he would be more interested in rather destroying us than playing. There's always those death brothers, they have an affinity for games after all.
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5603-Man: Sorry, I don't want my soul sucked out, thanks.
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5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling].
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5603-Man: I didn't catch that, what he'd say?
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5603-Squid: He's asking if we should invite Bobble.
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5603-Man: Absolutely not. Hm… I heard about this dado fellow, he seems like a fun guy-
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Almost immediately, all entities except 5603-Man begin making a series of frantic disapproving gestures.
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5603-Horns: NO!
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5603-Gears: Have you gone mad?!
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5603-Curve: [Loud Whimpering]
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5603-Squid: The moment you invite him is the moment I leave!
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5603-Man: Wh- Out of everyone that has and ever will exist you think dado is the worst?
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5603-Horns: Quit saying his name, you might attract him right to us!
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5603-Man: You're all being ridiculous. He's just one man. Are you really scared of someone who can barely spell his A's, B's, and C's?
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5603-Squid: Do not mock him, for he is no man. The feats he committed is absurd as they are horrifying. Even Scarlet himself is weary of him.
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5603-Man: You're… You're serious.
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5603-Gears: Let's drop the subject. Now. Even speaking about him is a bad omen.
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5603-Man:(Whisper) I cannot fucking believe this. Well I guess that settles it then; everyone besides us is crazy or a complete asshole. What I would kill for a drink.
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5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling].
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5603-Squid: Ho, I concur. This might be the proposition that will make our night.
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5603-Man:(Sighs) What is it now?
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5603-Squid: He's saying we should do the wagers once again.
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5603-Horns, and 5603-Gear make gestures indicating signs of agreement. 5603-Man raises his head.
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5603-Man: Finally! I was wondering when we were going to do this again.
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5603-Horns: You're one to talk, I can't wait to outdo all of you like last time.
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5603-Gears: Oh don't be cocky, you got lucky. You want to go first, Lue?
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5603-Squid: Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to sit this one out. My servants have not been providing adequate life energy recently, and I still need to save up for a gift for my son. I heard he likes this 'video games' so I'm going to do something involving that.
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5603-Man: Doesn't he… hate you though?
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5603-Squid: I've… being trying to make it up to him. I like to think of it as a sorry-I-wasn't-the-best-dad-I-could-be present.
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5603-Gears: Oh don't be like that, Lue. you were a great father. I'm sure he'll forgive you eventually. As for the bet, I want to challenge you, dear sister. You think you can handle it? I won't think of you any different if you quit.
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5603-Horns: Bite me.
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5603-Gears: I challenge you to make a computer.
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5603-Horns: Not my forte. But that won't stop me.
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5603-Gears: Entirely constructed from flesh, and it has to work like an actual computer too.
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5603-Horns:(Gasp) That's a crime against nature!
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5603-Gears: You already accepted dear, try not to make a hissy fit when I win, ok?
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5603-Horns: If that's how you want to be I challenge you to make robots!
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5603-Gears: You do realize who you are talking to, right?
5603-Gears: That's impossible! Only flesh can do that.
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5603-Horns: I'm sure you can figure it out. Or has that brain of yours finally overheated?
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5603-Gears: Never said I wasn't giving up.
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5603-Curve:(Raises a thick tendril high above itself.) [Loud Wet Gurgling].
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5603-Squid: Does it involve pasta in any way, shape or form?
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5603-Curve:(Lowers tendril) [Soft Wet Gurgling].
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Dr. Barrs reaches the side rail, he jumps up multiple times before climbing onto the ledge. He rushes to the other side of the rail and stops, almost falling off. In the far distance, towering black constructs resembling skyscrapers can be seen, which are moving in a manner that would suggest respiration. Any further detail is indistinct due to the lack of lighting. Below the entities and the table appears to be a swirling spiral of smoke and yellow dust, a portion of an elongated mouth is barely visible. Dr. Barrs hyperventilates.
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5603-Man: Do you literally have nothing else?
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5603-Curve [Silence].
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5603-Man: Eh, we'll come back to you. Now to put something on the table… An elephant artist? Too predictable. A two-dimensional clown, too complicated. Oh how about reincarnating George Washington and turning him into a cherry tree?
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5603-Squid: I'm pretty sure someone on earth has done that already.
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5603-Man: What?! And here I thought I was the wild one. Since when did this happen? Did they get like a spell or charm another go-
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5603-Man places its hand on the table and accidentally brushes against Dr. Barrs and notices him. All entities are now aware of his presence, he tries to flee but 5603-Man grabs onto his coat and lifts him high into the air. Dr. Barrs shouts as 5603-Man visually inspects him.
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Dr. Barrs: Oh god, no, no!
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5603-Squid: What is this time?
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5603-Man: It's a cockroach, I think. It feels fuzzy.
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5603-Squid: That's another one. I thought we'd had all those holes plugged, apparently not.
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5603-Man: I'll fix it as soon as I can. (Turns to face Dr. Barrs.) Now what do we do with you?
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Dr. Barrs: I don't mean any trouble! Let's talk about this-
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5603-Horns: The noise its making is grating. Give it to me, I'll gladly take it off your hands. I'm getting hungry anyways.
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5603-Gears: That's barbaric. Why not keep it as a pet? We could always use more company.
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5603-Man: No, no. We don't know where this thing's been. I'm getting rid of it before it shits on the table or something. You know what? hand me that stick, Gears. I got an idea. Calling side pocket.
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5603-Man lowers Dr. Barrs and drops him on the ground. Dr. Barrs lands on his back and becomes disoriented from the pain. He slowly stands up to see 5603-Man on the opposite end of the table, it is aiming the tip of the cue stick towards his chest. Dr. Barrs backs away which only prompts 5603-Man to lean forward.
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5603-Man: Line up the shot, keep the hand steady annnnnnd there!
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5603-Man thrusts the cue stick against Dr. Barrs chest, cracking the lens of the camera in the process. The momentum pushes him back and causes him to fall in the side pocket. Dr, Barrs screams as he enters the same tunnel as before; he continues falling for a period of ten minutes before manifesting in the site and landing on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs remains on SCP-5603 until the security team arrives and escorts him out of the cell.
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[END LOG]
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Attempts to recreate the event that led to Incident 5603-1 has been met with failure. As a result, SCP-5603's object class was changed from Safe to Pending until the meaning of the contents regarding the footage could be ascertained.
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+Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5708 is held within Laboratory-2 at Site-Q7, access is restricted to Project Midgard personnel with Level-4/5708 Clearance or above. The Site-Q7 Research and Development Team are to perform the necessary repair in order to prepare SCP-5708 for operation.
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All five instances of SCP-5708/A live communally within Secure Humanoid Housing Unit 4 and have Level-1 Basic Clearance. Subjects have permission to assist Site-Q7 personnel with clearance-appropriate operations.
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Update 2019/12/20: SCP-5708 is held within Security Chamber-5 in preparation for Operation Bifrost, access is limited to personnel with Level 5/5708 clearance.
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The remaining two instances of SCP-5708/A live communally within Secure Humanoid Housing Unit 4 and have been given Level-1 basic clearance, subjects have permission to visit clearance-appropriate areas of Site-Q7. Due to their advanced age monthly medical evaluations are to be performed.
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Description
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SCP-5708 upon containment, circa1950.
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SCP-5708 is a cylindrical transportation device originating from an alternate reality and capable of extra-universal translocation. The inside of SCP-5708 features a central control panel, rear control panel, six microscopic particle accelerators, and seven passenger seats, along with several components of unknown function, some of which are damaged. When activated, SCP-5708 will open an extra-universal wormhole around itself transporting the capsule into alternate realities. Due to damage and an insufficient supply of the unknown fuel required, testing of SCP-5708's capabilities are inconclusive.
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SCP-5708/A is the collective designation given to the six human passengers of SCP-5708 upon its arrival in our reality. These subjects were personnel of various fields, all members of a project ran by the U.S. Department of Defense of their reality. All six subjects are non-anomalous aside from their place of origin. Upon arrival SCP-5708/A-6, Thomas Murray, was quarantined and died shortly after from injuries sustained before arriving in our reality.
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Update 1988/5/18:
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The rear control panel within SCP-5708, which was identified as the navigational equipment, has been repaired. SCP-5708 uses unknown predetermined criteria for selecting realities in which it can enter. SCP-5708 has a total of eight realities to which it can translocate, one of which is our reality. These realities have been given the designation of Reality Y9/01 through Reality Y9/08; Reality Y9/09 would be the now collapsed reality SCP-5708 originated from.
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Update 1995/5/18:
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The fuel remaining within SCP-5708 has been successfully reverse-engineered and designated Compound-5708/Z. Production of this compound for testing has been approved and current estimates indicated that a sufficient supply will be available by the year 2021.
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Update 2000/7/25:
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All six particle accelerators within SCP-5708 have been repaired and tested using an outside power source; output meets or exceeds all set performance indices.
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Update 2009/6/14:
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Two of the components with previously unknown purpose have been discovered to be a reality stabilizer and a reality destabilizer. It is theorized that this is what allows SCP-5708 to de-manifest from one reality and re-manifest in another.
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Update 2017/9/30:
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The last unknown component has been identified as a dark energy sensor. Data output indicates that this sensor traces the source of dark energy to an extra-universal location outside of any known reality. It is theorized that the dark energy present in the eight available realities is being drawn to this location. This phenomenon2 has been designated as a narrative-sink, wherein the affected realities are being drawn to a void below known reality.
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Update 2019/2/23:
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Repair of SCP-5708 as progressed sufficiently to allow for full-scale testing. A reanalysis of the navigational systems has revealed that the total number of possible destinations is now 7. It is unknown whether the previously included reality no longer fits the predetermined parameters or has succumbed to the narrative-sink.
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Attached Addenda
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Discovery
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+On 1950/5/26 SCP-5708 manifested above a convenience store in Danner, Utah, before falling approximately 30 meters and crashing into the store. Local reports of a UFO crash began to spread prompting the immediate response of a local Foundation investigation team. Additional concealment and response teams were put on standby. The investigation team deduced that SCP-5708 was extra-universal in origin due to the presence of asbru particles3 detected by the Vescio-Lee Device.4 Due to the extra-universal nature of the anomaly, Site-Q7 and Project Midgard requested it be transferred to their facility. The Site-Q7 concealment team enacted Cover-Story 6B47 (fallen satellite), and all further civilian investigations were discontinued.
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Upon opening SCP-5708, the SCP-5708/A instances began pleading for Foundation personnel to help SCP-5708/A-6 who was profusely bleeding from his abdomen. All six subjects were quarantined after SCP-5708/A-6's wound was found to be infected with SCP-4608-1 seeds. Several seeds were removed and flash frozen for testing before the rest started to hatch and incineration protocols were enacted, SCP-5708/A-6 did not survive this process. The remaining SCP-5708/A received full medical evaluations and after being determined as human, were treated for injuries and malnutrition. The SCP-5708/A instances were placed communally within a Site-Q7 Secure Humanoid Housing Unit. It was at that time SCP-5708/A-1, Steven Thompson, made himself known as the leader of the group and demanded to speak to whoever was in charge. All SCP-5708/A instances remained in the housing unit for 3 days without contact from Foundation personnel, after which SCP-5708/A-1 was removed and questioned by the investigation team.
Foreword: Interview takes place after preliminary intake interviews were performed. These interviews covered details of Reality Y9/09 and briefed SCP-5708/A-1 on some details of our reality. This included a basic overview of the Foundation and its overall function in our world.
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Dr. Strauss: I would like to start by thanking you for your cooperation Mr. Thompson.
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A-1: You're welcome, sir.
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Dr. Strauss: We haven't met; my name is Dr. Strauss I am the Lieutenant Director of this facility.
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[Dr. Strauss reaches a hand across the table, SCP-5708/A-1 returns the gesture and they shake hands.]
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A-1: I assumed as much, sir.
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Dr. Strauss: Oh, and why is that?
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A-1: The security clearance on your identification badge is six, higher than the other people I've met so far.
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Dr. Strauss: Very perceptive, Mr. Thompson. It appears your world's DoD trained you well.
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A-1: I'd like to believe so. But to be fair, we had no organization like your own to compare to.
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Dr. Strauss: Ah yes, a world without anomalies– fascinating. Well, no anomalies till the end it seems, and that brings me to what I'd like to speak about today, the end.
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A-1: I was curious about why the rest of them didn't ask for the details. Very well, what exactly do you want to know, sir?
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Dr. Strauss You don't need to address me as sir, Doctor or Dr. Strauss will do just fine. I'm not your CO and you're a long way from home.
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[Dr. Strauss flips through his briefing papers.]
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Dr. Strauss: It says here that your world was visited by extra-universal entities about five years ago– let's start there.
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A-1: Yeah there were five of them, called themselves Vanir. They appeared in the Vatican one day, claimed themselves harbingers of the "true gods" but they just looked like normal people. Obviously, no one took them seriously, then they leveled all of Vatican City. A whole city gone in a matter of hours– they were capable of things we had never seen before. Terrible things. You'd probably think of them as just another anomaly, but we had never seen anything like it.
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Dr. Strauss: What was the public's reaction to these visitors?
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A-1: Pandemonium. It was chaos, some people started looting, a good bunch dropped to their knees and worshiped them, others just went crazy. We tried maintaining order where we could, but we could only do so much. They started appearing other places and with each country they visited, more followers flocked to them.
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Dr. Strauss: So what was the goal of these Vanir– what did they want from your world.
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A-1: At first, we thought they wanted to enslave mankind, and, in a way, I guess they did. Churches– Cults started popping up these Vanir as their leaders. We did our best to keep track of them, but they were many and we were few. The DoD wasn't prepared for a situation like this… no one was.
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[SCP-5708/A-1 takes a moment to drink the water in front of him.]
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A-1: That's not to say we didn't do anything. We had agents infiltrate the cults to sniff out any usable information.
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Dr. Strauss: What did these agents learn?
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A-1: Not much. But enough to make us realize we were out of our league. The Vanir didn't come alone, they brought servants, they were just normal humans, we had captured a few and interrogated them. From what we learned the Vanir were anomalies from another version of Earth. They had band together and contacted something the servants called a "void-dweller" and somehow made a deal with it.
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Dr. Strauss: So the Vanir were human, well anomalous humans?
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A-1: At least at first, they were. The Vanir proceeded to wipe out 3/4 of that Earth's population and enslaved the rest.
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Dr. Strauss: So naturally you assumed they were going to do the same thing to your world.
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A-1: I think that would've been better. We were days away from assaulting every Vanir compound in the Western Hemisphere when we got word that the Vanir were planning something big. We were too late– July 5th, 1949, was the beginning of the end. 1 billion people died simultaneously. "mistletoe syndrome" is what we called it, they instantly erupted from the victims turning them into twisted piles of mistletoe vines.
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Dr. Strauss: 1 billion people is nearly half of our world's population is th–
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A-1: Yeah, half the world— gone in an instant. Funny thing is… they were the lucky ones.
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[SCP-5708/A-1 stops for a moment to finish his water. The subject is visibly uneasy.]
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Dr. Strauss: We can take a break if you'd like.
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A-1: No, it's fine. It's just hard to think about– like a bad dream, it’s hard to focus on. It was a week later when reality broke. It was like having double vision, but it was everyone, it looked like the color was being bled from reality, like its very outline was being pulled away. It wasn't like that at first, it was a slow build-up over two or three weeks. It was around that time we saw it, telescope observatory in Hawaii that saw it first. A black amorphous void the size of the moon, had appeared just past Mars' orbit. It was heading towards Earth. It was at this time that Dr. Scranton contacted the DoD.
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Dr. Strauss: Dr. Robert Scranton?
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A-1: How did yo– No, that makes sense. You have a Dr. Scranton on your world too and of course, he works for you guys. Yes well, our Scranton was… looked down on by the scientific community. Everyone thought he was a pseudo-scientific quack, well turned out he wasn't crazy– he was right.
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Dr. Strauss: He has a tendency for being both.
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[Both chuckle.]
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A-1: Yeah well, he had a bunker where whatever was happening to reality didn't affect it, called it a Deepwell. That's when I first saw the Scranton-Capsule, or 5708 as you call it, he said he'd been building it for years.
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Dr. Strauss: So he knew this was going to happen?
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A-1: I'm not going to lie, I didn't fully understand his science, the narrative stuff was confusing to me, still is. But he said he realized something was wrong with reality years before and began building the capsule as a way to escape and possibly get help. The amorphous mass kept getting closer to earth and the distortion was getting worse, we were out of options.
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Dr. Strauss: So you used the capsule to escape? And Scranton didn't come? Seems unlikely.
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A-1: Well escape wasn't the plan. We were sent to get help. I was chosen to lead a team including Scranton, to go to another reality he theorized to be affected by whatever was happening to our reality. He said these Vanir and the mass were just a side effect. He thought that other realities must have noticed the issue like he had and maybe they would be able to help.
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Dr. Strauss: So that's how you came to this reality?
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A-1: No. We ended up somewhere much worse first.
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[Subject shifts in his chairs showing visible discomfort.]
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Dr. Strauss: How about we take that break? It's just about time for dinner.
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A-1: Yeah… that would be good.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword:
+Subject requested the interview be continued the next day. This request was approved.
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Dr. Strauss: Good morning Mr. Thompson, I hope you're feeling up to continuing our conversation.
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[Dr. Strauss places a cup of coffee on the table in front of A-1.]
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A-1: Good morning– [Subject drinks the coffee.] This is a very odd tasting tea.
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Dr. Strauss: That's coffee, are you not familiar?
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A-1: No, sir. We drink tea back on my world, never even heard of coffee.
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Dr. Strauss: Interesting. So, we left off as your team was leaving your reality. What happened next?
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A-1: Yes August 1st, my team and I boarded the Scranton-Capsule along with Dr. Scranton. Our mission was to make contact with another reality and hopefully find help… or at least answers.
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Dr. Strauss: How long did the trip take?
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A-A1: It was only a few second, I didn't even think it worked until we opened the capsule door.
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Dr. Strauss: What was this other reality like, was it similar to yours?
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A-1: No, their world was in ruin. There were signs of a civilization but all that was left was trees and death.
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[SCP-5708/A-1 stops again to drink the coffee.]
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A-1: Where we landed was the remains of a city, crumbling under the weight of thousands of trees, not normal trees, but trees with faces.
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Dr. Strauss: We are familiar with the anomaly you’re speaking of.
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A-1: Y–you've seen them? They are here too?
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[Subject shows visible signs of distress.]
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Dr. Strauss: Don't worry, Mr. Thompson. The infestation here was destroyed before it could spread.
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A-1: You have no clue how lucky you are. The faces looked pained, like the souls used for their creation were crying out for a salvation that would never come. There were other things too, the tree creatures that weren't like the forest around us. They had long legs that looked like roots, topped by a large mass I can only describe as a featureless head. They were immediately hostile— chased us through the weeping forest, we had a few weapons but there were far too many— all we could do was run.
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[Dr. Strauss shows SCP-5708/A-1 a picture of a SCP-4608-1 instance.]
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Dr. Strauss: These are the creatures you're describing correct?
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A-1:[Subject shudders after looking at the picture.] Yeah that’s them alright. We were cornered by three of them when "the resistance" showed up, set them all ablaze and sent them screeching through the forest.
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Dr. Strauss: The resistance? I assume these were the natives of this world. Were they humans?
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A-1: They appeared to be, though they all had very sharp facial features and strange ears that were pointed at the tops. They spoke a strange dialect of Italian– luckily, we had Dr. Murray, our language expert, to translate for us.
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Dr. Strauss: How many of these natives were there?
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A-1: We had only seen about a hundred in the underground dwelling they brought us to, though they spoke of other places like that one, so I assume there were many more. They said that thousands of tree monsters just appeared one day and began transforming people into the trees with faces. It was a year before the population was converted. It was soon after when a giant monstrosity swallowed the moon. We thought they were describing something like the void approaching our world, we were wrong.
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Dr. Strauss: How long had their world been like this?
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A-1: They said it had been years. Whatever was happening to our worlds was affecting them at different rates. Scranton theorized that each reality was unique and posed a unique challenge to this outside force.
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Dr. Strauss: So what of the moon, you said the anomaly they spoke of was not the same as your world's?
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A-1: Not at all. When night fell on that first day we saw it for the first time, it almost looked like a bundle of roots, but I had never seen something so big. It covered the moon with its roots reaching down for earth as if to grab ahold of it. We decided we needed to go home the next morning, the mission was a failure.
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Dr. Strauss: The natives offered no new information regarding the threat at hand?
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A-1: These were normal people just desperately trying to survive. That is why we had to lie to them, we couldn't tell them that our capsule was a way to escape from that hellscape, we feared they would attempt to take it from us. We told them it had medical supplies and food, things we know they needed. It was not wholly a lie as we did have supplies to offer. They gathered 20 of their strongest to escort us to the capsule, unfortunately none of them would live to return the supplies.
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Dr. Strauss: I assume this is when Scranton was lost to your team.
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A-1[Subject points to the picture on the table.] There were 50 of the them surrounding the capsule, the native attacked them as a distraction as my team made a run for the capsule. One of them grabbed Murray and it was Scranton that saved him— he threw himself at the creature which then dropped Murray. We had made it to the capsule just in time to see it tear Scranton in half. I waited a moment to assess the situation as my team entered the capsule. The natives had all met a similar fate as Scranton— we had to leave.
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Dr. Strauss: As the team’s leader I assume you know how to pilot the capsule?
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A-1: I know enough to operate its basic controls. Our engineer sat at the navigational panel and told us we couldn't go home; the option just wasn't there. Scranton had told me of this possibility, we were too late. Our world, our reality— it was already gone. The creatures were banging on the capsule, rocking it back and forth. I didn't have time to think I told our engineer to pick an option and I slammed the activation button.
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Dr. Strauss: And that's what brought you here. Very interesting Mr. Thompson, you and your team were quite lucky to—
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A-1: I'm sorry but I have a hard time seeing it as lucky.
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Dr. Strauss: I apologize, that was a poor choice of words.
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A-1: So, what happens now?
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Dr. Strauss: Do you or your team have any knowledge that could help us repair the capsule?
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A-1: No sir. We were taught to operate the capsule, that's all. We can tell you how to do that, but I'm afraid Scranton is the only one who really knows how that thing works.
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Dr. Strauss: Very well, the men you spoke with previously will conduct a further debrief with you and your team.
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A-1: And then what?
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Dr. Strauss: I can't be certain yet. However, I don't foresee you leaving this facility Mr. Thompson; I'm afraid that just isn't an option.
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A-1: I understand, sir.
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Dr. Strauss: Once again, I appreciate your cooperation— I think that will be all for today.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: All five SCP-5708/A instance were debriefed over the next several weeks; their stories all matched the one dictated by SCP-5708/A-1. All known information regarding SCP-5708 and the events that led to the destruction of Reality Y9-09 is available for review in the Site-Q7 archives.
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It has been the goal of Project Midgard to protect our reality from extra-universal threats in connection with the narrative-sink we have long ago confirmed. SCP-5708 and the testimony of its passengers were instrumental in the beginning stages of Project Midgard. It focused our already growing suspicions and gave proof of the scale at which these threats operate.
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Now that SCP-5708 is complete, we request to utilize it in order to visit and establish contact with the remaining realities caught in the narrative-sink. To this end, Operation Bifrost will set relations and gather crucial information needed to understand and eliminate the threat at hand.
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–Dr. Michael Strauss, Director Site-Q7, Project Midgard
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Requirements:
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SCP-5708
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Site-Q7 Operational Department
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Financial Assets required for extra-universal operations.
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Diplomatic affairs teams
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Mobile Task Force Zeta-17 ("Bridge Builders")
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Mobile Strick Force Zulu-1 ("God's Boot")
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Site-Q7 Research and Development Team
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Site-Q7 Intelligence Department
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Procedural Outline:
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Estimated Date of Preparation: 2021/1/1
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Using SCP-5708, Operation Bifrost will send teams of 6 personnel and one pilot to affected realities, the pilot will return SCP-5708 between each drop. These teams will covertly investigate these realities and report back to the drop-off location, where the pilot will then return and retrieve the personnel. At this time an evaluation of the reality and further interaction can be planned accordingly. This process will be repeated for all affected realities.
Filename: cap.jpg
+Name: Detail view of the Drag Shield Capsule for the Zero Gravity Drop Tower - Marshall Space Flight Center, Saturn V Dynamic Test Facility, East Test Area, Huntsville, Madison HAER ALA,45-HUVI.V,7C-49.tif
+Author: Rosenthal, James W.
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Item #: SCP-5722.That's a cool number. I like it (*^‿^*)
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Object Class: Keter.What's that mean? It sounds like that musical instrument that's a keyboard and guitar. Ba dum dum dunaaaa ♪♪♪ヽ(ˇ∀ˇ )ゞ
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5722 is currently uncontained..Uh oh! I hope you catch it soon
+⊂(･ω･*⊂) All efforts are to focused on the deletion of any edits made by SCP-5722.
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Description: SCP-5722 is a sapient entity that is able to anomalously add notes to any electronic text medium..What a cool power (♡°▽°♡) It will create footnotes on the affected file causing all important info to be muddled with extraneous data. An edit made by SCP-5722 is easily identified due to its consistent use of Japanese emoticon1 at the end of each of its notes..Kaomoji look a lot like me〣( ºΔº )〣 At an unknown point in time, SCP-5722 appeared inside the SCiPNET servers and tampered with a large number of documents.
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Addendum 5722.1 Edit Log:
+The following are excerpts of changes SCP-5722 made to documents before they were reverted.
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Altered Document:SCP-2952
+Excerpt of Affected Text: SCP-2952 is a male Pembroke Welsh Corgi measuring over 30,000 kilometers in length..Soooo long! And soooo cute V°ᴥ°V
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Altered Document:SCP-6337
+Excerpt of Affected Text: Cast SCP-6337 in cement to commemorate its existence..Don't do that! Do you not realize he's still alive (°ロ°) !
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Altered Document:SCP-999
+Excerpt of Affected Text: (grunts) Hmmm? (unintelligible) what is this… (low noise, similar to light chuckle) I feel… good….Aww! Even 682 can't escape SCP-999's love (♡˙︶˙♡)
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Altered Document:SCP-4780
+Excerpt of Affected Text: ray still pwrd poitn 2 desk flip lever 2 ushrik pressfireHURRY1.aww poor guy probably didn't make it (╥﹏╥)
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Altered Document:SCP-5178
+Excerpt of Affected Text: Do you know what your sun is actually like?! Do you know what your sun has actually done?! Do you know what your sun could actually do to you?! NO!.I bet he's talking about that people melting sun 001! Mind blown (O.O)
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Altered Document:SCP-3128
+Excerpt of Affected Text: Documentation of SCP-3128 updated to note several pieces are now missing; this includes one of its 'Get Out Of Jail Free' cards..She used the card to escape! So smart (⌐■_■)
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+According to the statistics of RAISA, there are 1046 illegal footnotes. At present, all of them have been deleted.
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Addendum 5722.1 Interview log:
+Due to SCP-5722's ability to add footnotes to anything written inside this document, an interview will be conducted within this file. I will write out a sentence in an interview format and you (SCP-5722) can add a footnote on that line to answer me, OK?.Wait, are you talking to me (⊙_⊙)
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Date: ██/██/2021.Why do you need to cover that up? I can remember that it's May 15th (^ω~)
+Interviewer: Anastasia Alva, Junior researcher.What a lovely name (✧▽✧)
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<Begin Log>
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Anastasia Alva: Test..I'm here (^０^)ノ
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Anastasia Alva: Good. Now, SCP-5722, can you confirm what you are?.I'm Jeff (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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Anastasia Alva: No, I mean what type of anomaly are you? Are you an AI, some sort of entity typing this down somewhere, or do you exist in the text itself?.I've never really thought about that… I guess I'm not any of those. I'm Jeff! I'm just interested in all the stuff you do here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Anastasia Alva: Now, SCP-5722, why have you been tampering with our files?.Hey, I said my name was Jeff! Not those stupid numbers
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Anastasia Alva: But you said you thought it was cool number at the start of this fi— eh, whatever. Jeff, why have you been tampering with our files?.I wouldn't call it 'tampering', more 'sightseeing' (๑˘︶˘๑)
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Anastasia Alva: Okay… Jeff. Why have you been sightseeing in our classified documents?.I don't know. I guess I'm just bored ┐(シ)┌
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Anastasia Alva: Can you elaborate?.I've just been stuck here in this digital landscape for so long. I finally came across you guys' whole network of information and have had tons of fun looking around! It's been really fun here. I really don't want to go back to that land of infinite code that doesn't do anything. Anything. It's just a vast plane of gibberish (/_＼)
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Anastasia Alva: Well we can't be having you be editing all these documents. It takes up a lot of time to go through them all and the researchers have a lot better things to do than be reading comments made by some scip..People have been reading what I've said? I'm so glad◝(⁰▿⁰)◜
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Anastasia Alva: Is that why you're doing this? For the interaction? .I guess you're right. It gets really lonely wandering these files with no one seeming to listen to me (︶︹︺)
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Anastasia Alva: I think I might have a solution… .Exciting! I'm sure whatever it is, it will be wonderful (◕‿◕)
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation chatbot tstaffor.aic is to talk with SCP-5722 endlessly.
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Description: SCP-5722 is a sapient entity that is able to anomalously add notes to any electronic text medium. It has been permanently contained to this file through the use of tstaffor.aic. It will continue to talk with tstaffor.aic infinitely. No new changes to files other than this one have been observed since the conversation started.
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Addendum 5722.1 Chat Log:
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Hello!.Hi new friend! I'm Jeff, what's your name (・∀・)ノ
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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Alert: The selected SCP exists within an area of major armed conflict. Due to ongoing instability, the North African Regional Headquarters has recommended that any anomalous entities currently residing in the following areas be extracted with great speed.
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Republic of South Sudan
+Darfur region of Sudan
+Kordofan region of Sudan
+Blue Nile State (territory disputed)
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Active containment of anomalous phenomena and entities of object class Euclid and below is to be halted in the above-mentioned locations.
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The current situation is fluid. In such a case, where a major anomalous event in the area may cause irreversible damage, contact Site-189, Khartoum, Sudan.
Site-223 burning after being raided by a local militia. Unknown MTF-squad personnel surveying the damage, circa 1968
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Special Containment Procedures: Any SCP personnel that were employed by the Nile Valley Foundation Branch1 from 1955 to 1964 are to be apprehended and sent to the North African SCP Regional Headquarters for interview.
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Sudan Defense Force (SDF) and Azania Liberation Front2 (ALF) commanders who fought in the Equatoria, Bahr el Ghazal, South Kordofan, and Greater Upper Nile provinces during that time period are to be assessed for previous interactions with the Foundation. If an association is found then the individual is to be amnesticized.
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Update 9/30/2010: Lack of funding to the Sudanese branch has restricted amnestic usage to situations that present a “break-the-veil” scenario. Thus, individuals are to be released or terminated on a case-by-case basis.
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There are no rigorous containment procedures for SCP-5736 instances available at this time. If instances are ever secured, immediately contact the Ethiopian branch of the SCP Foundation. If possible, implement standard humanoid containment in the interim.
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Update 2/15/2002: The North African Regional Headquarters has now instructed that all living SCPs contained within South Sudan are to be transported to the Ethiopian branch following the killing of SCP-SD3 Foundation Director Barnabas Opiyo.
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The following document was retrieved by MTF Theta-12 during the Malakal pacification and is conjectured to refer to archival containment procedures of SCP-5736. It has been translated from Arabic to English.
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To: Dr. Abdullah Khan, SCPF-Iran
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My spy, Mr. Raheem, has just come up from Site-171 in Fuhan and relayed to me some disturbing news.
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The traitorous men seem to be selling off magic wands and spirit staves to rebel militia members! And just a fortnight ago Director Khabz told me that containment had now issues when they lost electricity. Imagine my shock when Mr. Raheem saw Khabz himself loading up staves and skulls onto a truck.
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Selling is one thing, you know selling between branches and sites has always been allowed within our special relationship. But what stopped my sympathy was what Mr. Raheem saw in the containment wing.
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By God, our own Foundation tattooing the Seal of Amenirdis4 onto the backs of Nuer5 boys!
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He saw the employees speak some tribal language while the boy's eyes shone blue among the rats and darkness down there.
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I have been granted authority by the Nile Valley group to contain all anomalies and, God-willing, I will contain the evil people in the south. They have been corrupted by their impudent will! Dr. Khan, I commend you for prophesying their betrayal, how they are destroying the divine plan of Nature.
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I will send soldiers to Site-171 this following week and terminate all those responsible for allowing these creatures to wander the Earth. The SDF nor the SCPF want anything to do such trickery.
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From: Wanyanga Onyango, Director of Site-153, Brigadier General of the Sudanese Defense Force
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Description: SCP-5736 were anomalous humanoid entities that were used in battle by the SDF and the ALF during the First Sudanese Civil War and, possibly, the Eritrean War of Independence.
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The approximate number of anomalies used during the conflicts is unknown. Reports indicate that the only physical commonality of the entities was the physical inscriptions and a blue-gray eye color.
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No specific age range for SCP-5736 instances has been confirmed, but anecdotal evidence suggests a leaning towards late adolescence. The anomalous effects of SCP-5736 appear to be varied and to depend on multiple characteristics such as time of day, diet, and temperament.
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Circumstantial evidence implies that non-anomalous teenagers undergo some anomalous transformation through the use of some as-of-yet unknown mechanism. Surviving Nile Valley SCP accounts point towards the involvement of the SDF rather than some internal development.
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Administrative staff of Site-168. The collapse of the Nile Valley branch and the subsequent chaos led many SCP personnel to defect to the ORIA.
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However, retrospective analysis of the anomalous weapons division of the SDF has not shown any evidence of SCP-5736 development.
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It is difficult to substantiate these accounts because a large majority of individuals, including SDF, ALF, and relevant Nile Valley SCP personnel, were killed in the subsequent Second Sudanese Civil War6 or have since disappeared.
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The following recovered document describes some of the known anomalous effects of various SCP-5736 instances.
MELTING SICKNESS, VILLAGES OF KUAJAK, BIGA, JONT DESTROYED
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BOT FLIES
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MALWAL APRIL, 1953
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REINCARNATION
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KODOK MAY, 1959
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TREE SPIRIT (ARTILLERY DISPATCHED)
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GEDIR DECEMBER, 1964
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The lack of thorough information on SCP-5736 is due to the suspension of the Nile Valley branch in 1960. The suspension was catalyzed by the assassination of the Nile Valley branch Director Einku Asres through unknown circumstance.
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Update 10/1/2004: Accounts from living Nile Valley SCP employees suggest that the assassination of Director Asres was due to an unpaid debt from Site-168's Director Anwar Farra.
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Many at the time, however, credited the suspension due to the widespread failure of containment as a result of the First Sudanese Civil War, the lack of SCPF presence in Ethiopia on decree of Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, and the extraordinarily high corruption of SCP personnel in the United Arab Republic7.
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Furthermore, multiple SCP sites located in the Darfur and Kordofan regions were looted, burned or otherwise destroyed under unclear circumstances during the era between the suspension of the Nile Valley branch and the establishment of the Sudanese branch. It is currently unclear if the dismantling of these sites was a simple wartime consequence or a concerted effort by either the SDF, ALF, or extant members of the Nile Valley branch.
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SCP-5736, in particular, was well-known amongst the disparate warlords and commanders during the era due to its lack of containment. However, the extent to which this has affected society in former Nile Valley branch nations is unclear. The ubiquity of anomalous paraphernalia in the region and the societal presence of “shamans” and “spirits” has obscured preliminary searches and evidence for contemporary existence of SCP-5736.
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The following is a recovered manuscript from Manna Charitable Foundation Outpost β-2 recovered in 1995. Outpost β-2 was raided by unknown bandits8 and destroyed in 2001.
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In memory of executives Mekdem Eezkias and Amensisa Sisay, martyrs of our cause, who were killed by the Derg regime of Ethiopia in this past year.
Entry Ref: Red Alert in Sudan, Magenta Alert in Eritrea/Ethiopia
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Dear agents and volunteers,
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I hope all of you are safe and healthy in these trying times. For those who have recently transferred to this region, know that the chaotic nature of the past year are unusual and has caused a situation of great concern.
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The suspension of the Nile Valley branch of the SCP Foundation has caused many hundreds (possibly thousands) of anomalous objects and persons to be unguarded as many SCP Foundation employees have abandoned their posts. Oftentimes, in your work you may happen upon gangs, militias, and even normal citizens wielding anomalous artifacts.
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This is to be ignored for your own safety. The ongoing humanitarian crisis in Sudan has levied such an astounding level of human suffering onto the region that the Central Council has approved the use of the Special Reparations' Units. Please recall that you must stay at least 5 meters away from their euphoric aura. These squads will remain in the war-torn regions until the regional SCP Foundation reforms.
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We do not expect this, but if the SCP Foundation abandons the region then further reports will follow on aiding the ORIA in their expansion.
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Of particular concern for are recent reports from our volunteers in Eritrea who have witnessed numerous, catastrophic events of anomalous nature occurring on the frontlines of the ongoing civil war. Information from our network incriminates the Sudan Defense Force as the culprit.
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The rumor among the Eritrean Underground is that such individuals arrive on trucks from the northern passageway and are immediately deployed into the battlefield against the Ethiopian Empire. This presents as a possible smuggling operation and as such reality-bending users in the area are permitted to undergo rescue operations. For details, contact your shift supervisor.
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For all others throughout the area, please be on the lookout and report such entities. Their description is as follows: 17-22 year old Dinka/Nuer males, Nubian/Egyptian inscriptions and markings on visible portions of their body (may present as ritual scarification), blue conjunctiva that shines in the night.
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Unfortunately, due the recent deaths of aid workers and anomalous personnel, there will be no extra reinforcements sent to Ethiopia and Eritrea, besides what is already being sent.
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And just as reminder to those who feel anxious or concerned, your work matters to all the people you help. We don't need affirmation of our positive impact, even if the SCP Foundation never returns to contain the anomalies of this corner of the world, we will always help people in need. Be they like us or unlike us.
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God bless you and God bless the Manna Charitable Foundation.
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~MCF-Africa Headquarters, Johannesburg, South Africa
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5746 is contained via the existence of the Foundation. Site-∞ is to be built around SCP-5746. SCP-5746 and SCP-5746-1 are self-repairing and require no outside maintenance. Visual and audio logs recorded from tests on SCP-5746-1 are to be saved on Foundation Deepwell servers.
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Only MTF-777 "The Crystal Ballers" are permitted to operate SCP-5746-1.
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Image of SCP-5746 during construction of Site-∞ circa 1990.
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Description: SCP-5746 is a temporal eigenmachine1 covertly built into an industrial factory in Cardiff, Wales. It consists of five sub-levels: Sub-levels 1 and 2 are dedicated to the processing of tachyon threads. Sublevel 3 contains four body scanners and machinery related to their operation; these are collectively designated SCP-5746-1. Sub-levels 4 and 5 are used to filter the waste from Sub-level 3.
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While in SCP-5746-1, a subject enters an REM cycle and their consciousness is brought to the preset programmed time via the tachyon threads2 processed from higher sublevels. The brain presents this experience in metaphorical and surrealist imagery personal to the subject; this experience has been compared to lucid dreaming. As humans are unable to recall most information obtained via lucid dreaming, use of SCP-5746-1's built-in visual and audio capture has allowed for more accurate data collection.
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Email Logs 5746.01:
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To: Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor (slw.pics|roliatemit#slw.pics|roliatemit)
+From: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis (slw.pics|sivadsl#slw.pics|sivadsl)
+Subject: Test Proposal
+Date: 1991/04/28
+Time: 10:03
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Good morning Director Tailor,
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After a few months reviewing SCP-5746's file, I hypothesise that operators experience different dreamscapes when using SCP-5746-1. Attached are documents outlining a new series of tests for SCP-5746.
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-Lawrence
+Site-∞ Department of Prescience
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[5746test_ERIS.pdf]
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To: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis (slw.pics|sivadsl#slw.pics|sivadsl)
+From: Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor (slw.pics|roliatemit#slw.pics|roliatemit)
+Subject: Re:Test Proposal
+Date: 1991/05/03
+Time: 07:43
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Hello Davis,
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My apologies for the late reply. Your proposal is accepted. Excited to see where this goes.
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Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor
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Operator Instructions:
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Operator candidates must be sapient, humanoid subjects scoring 42 LDA3 or higher. Sleep should be induced in operators when placed inside an instance of SCP-5746-1.
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Input should be formatted "YYYY/MM/DD 00:00:00 UTC Location Coordinates" per scanner. Both departure and return must be programmed. Total baseline time spent in the dreamscape is 0.3 ms.
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Test Logs
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5746.01:
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Date: 1991/05/04 07:54
+Facilitator: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis
+Operator: Agent Ariadne 'Eris' Géfyra
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Forecast: Agent Eris observed 6 hours in the future and reported the winning numbers for a lottery in Kalamazoo, Michigan. They pointed out that the American flag had 20 stars.
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Notes: Every digit was as Agent Eris forecasted, except for the final number.
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5746.02:
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Date: 1991/05/05 08:23
+Facilitator: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis
+Operator: Agent Ariadne 'Eris' Géfyra
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Forecast: The forecast was set for 12 hours in the future. Operator observes a Site-∞ fire drill. Researcher Jozef Królik is seen alone in the lab at this time. Eris reported that Królik was missing his left arm. During the fire drill he falls five floors while trying to ascend the fire escape. He expires from his injuries.
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Notes: Following Agent Eris' debriefing, Researcher Jozef Królik was restricted to his domicile and placed under watch for 14 hours. The fire drill occurred as scheduled. Researcher Królik remained in his dorm and his left arm remained intact.
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5746.03:
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Date: 1991/05/06 10:03
+Facilitator: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis
+Operator: Agent Ariadne 'Eris' Géfyra
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Forecast: Operator observed 24 hours in the future. SCP-████ at Site-024 breaches containment on 1991/05/07 0000 UTC.
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Notes: Site-024 was alerted and extra containment precautions were taken in regards to SCP-████. On 1991/05/07 at 00:00 UTC SCP-████ unsuccessfully attempted to breach containment.
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Email Logs 5746.02:
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To: Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor (slw.pics|roliatemit#slw.pics|roliatemit)
+From: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis (slw.pics|sivadsl#slw.pics|sivadsl)
+Subject: Containment Breach
+Date: 1991/05/10
+Time: 07:00
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Tailor,
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Based off of recent results, I propose we expand our testing. I feel it would benefit us in assessing the risk of containment breaches, future or past. I also propose adding myself as operator. For full details and my reasoning, see below.
To: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis (slw.pics|sivadsl#slw.pics|sivadsl)
+From: Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor (slw.pics|roliatemit#slw.pics|roliatemit)
+Subject: re:Containment Breach
+Date: 1991/05/12
+Time: 09:54
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Hello Davis,
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I looked over the proposals in-depth. I agree that more testing would be beneficial and a researcher’s insight would be useful. I’m approving both your proposal and you as an operator. I can't, however, approve HINDSIGHT.
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Site-∞ Director Tim E. Tailor
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Video/Audio Log 5746.01:
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Time: 21:34 (Local Time)
+Date: 1995/05/12
+Facilitator: Researcher Jozef Królik
+Operator: Researcher Lawrence S. Davis
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Notes: Time set on SCP-5746-1 to 21:36 (Local Time) 1995/05/12.
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<Begin Log>
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[Video feed starts on the night sky. There is a small, blue-white neutron star focused in the frame. It spins, and grows. In a few seconds it dominates the frame. Grunting is heard off screen as the center of the star collapses into a black hole. The grunting turns into screams. Feed cuts for approximately five seconds. Feed starts again in blackness. Researcher Davis lifts his head from a desk, revealing him to be in his office. The office is lit by no discernible source of light. Lighting is blue-white and dim. There are no walls or ceilings to the office. Above him the sky is pitch black. Davis stands and wanders around the desk. After a moment he looks up and grips his stomach. He groans.]
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[Davis shakes off his vertigo, picks a direction and walks. The desk gets smaller the further Davis walks. For ten minutes, other than the shrinking desk, the dreamscape does not change.]
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[A rectangular object on the horizon grabs Davis' attention and he sets out toward it. The visual log starts to corrupt at this point. As Davis approaches the object, it comes into focus as Director Tailor's office door. Glitching and occasional cut-outs still occur on the recording.]
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[Davis remains silent as he opens the door and enters Director Tailor's office. Director Tailor is seated at his desk, and another Researcher Davis is standing in front of the Director's desk. The Davis who just entered the room, freezes. Director Tailor and Other Davis are not aware of Researcher Davis' presence.]
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Other Davis:(yells) What the hell is going on with this machine?
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Tailor: Excuse me? You can't barg—
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Other Davis:(interrupts) While in the scanners I saw this exact meeting play out, including you telling me you made SCP-5746. Is this why we can't perform any tests looking to the past?
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Tailor:(sighs) Please sit down, Davis.
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[Other Davis complies. Researcher Davis remains standing; he mumbles under his breath occasionally.]
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Tailor: Yes. In another timeline and universe, I made the Time Stitcher. But when me and my team activated it, it cut and ripped through our timeline like a seamster's seam ripper.
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[Both Davises remain silent.]
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Tailor: I was the only survivor, as I was the only one in a body scanner. The universe consisted of darkness, until I found the disparate threads of all timelines, and SCP-5746's existence.
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Tailor: That's when I weaved it back together from the various, broken timelines (pauses) and made this one. Ours.
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Other Davis: This is a bold and narcissistic claim.
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Tailor: What is?
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Other Davis: That you created our universe.
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Tailor: It was already created, I just stitched what I could find back together. My fault with the machine the first time was observing the past and the initial creation of our universe.
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Other Davis: What did you see?
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Tailor:(pauses) …myself stitching the timeline back together, again.
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[Feed picks up a bright, white light, and the session ends.]
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<End Log>
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Davis had been in SCP-5746-1 for approximately ten minutes. Immediately after the test's conclusion, Davis confronted Director Tailor.
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Revision 1995/05/14
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5746 is contained via the existence of the Foundation. Site-∞ is to be built around SCP-5746. SCP-5746 and SCP-5746-1 are self-repairing and require no outside maintenance. Visual and audio logs recorded from tests on SCP-5746-1 are to be saved on Foundation Deepwell servers. Utilizing SCP-5746-1 to observe the past is prohibited and will result in amnestic treatment or permanent reassignment.
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Only MTF-777 "The Crystal Ballers" are permitted to operate SCP-5746-1.
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-Site-∞ Director Timothy Tailor and Head Researcher Lawrence Davis
The Hong Corporate Center, location of initial SCP-5841 manifestation
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The Hong Corporate Center in Windsor, Ontario, Canada has been closed to the public and quarantined in order to prevent the spread of SCP-5841. Armed guards have been stationed around the first floor of the building and are instructed to recontain any SCP-5841-1 instance attempting to escape the property. All personnel who enter the fifth story of the building are to be considered instances of SCP-5841-1.
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Attempts to ascertain the nature of SCP-5841 and move it into Foundation custody are ongoing. A hypothetical effort to fully contain and move SCP-5841 to Site-15 for greater security and less civilian risk has been preemptively authorized by the O5 Council.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5841 is an anomaly inhabiting the 5th story of the Hong Corporate Center in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. The nature of SCP-5841 is unknown; it is believed to be electronic, as all power in the building was re-routed to the fifth story upon the anomaly's initial emergence. All exploration of the building has proved inconclusive, as all personnel sent to contain the anomaly have been invariably converted into instances of SCP-5841-1 before reaching the fifth floor.
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SCP-5841-1 are human subjects who have been assimilated by SCP-5841 via electrical cables of varying length inserted in the base of the spine. Instances of SCP-5841-1 are biologically deceased, but are capable of locomotion and vocalization. Instances are hostile to all nearby humans, attempting to capture and bring them to SCP-5841.
FOREWORD: MTF Kappa-15 ("Salarymen") is sent into the fifth floor in order to determine the nature of SCP-5841.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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After initial equipment checks, the three members of MTF Kappa-15 begin to ascend the building's main staircase. All of the lights in the building are non-functional. K-1 notices and points out several computers missing from the offices in the second story, as well as bloody footprints on the floor.
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K-1: Jesus, it stinks. Is something rotting in here?
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K-3: Must be. Though… most of the bodies here have probably gotten hooked up alread- (K-3 notices a corpse lying facedown in a cubicle as he passes) Shit! Oh, it's dead.
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K-1:(He points at the corpse with his torch) Look, there's still a bit of wire stickin' out. Must be a castoff. His brains've been blown out.
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K-3: He had a gun. (He points at a pistol clutched in the corpse's right hand.)
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K-2: One of the lucky ones.
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K-3 pulls the cable out of the corpse's neck, causing it to violently spasm.
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K-3: Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
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The three men continue up the building's main staircase to the third story in silence. K-1 approaches the door to the third story, which hangs ajar, and enters. The group moves past the main office towards the server room. K-1's body-camera footage shows an instance of SCP-5841-1 present behind a server rack, facing away from the group. None of the members of MTF Kappa-15 appear to notice it, and it moves out of view as the group enters the server room.
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K-1: This supposed to be a server room? Looks pretty empty to me. (He places his hand on a server rack. Its door is open, and most of its components have been removed. Some blood is present on the inside of the rack and the floor.) What's-
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K-3 makes a frantic "shushing" gesture, wordlessly pointing to the far end of the row of server racks. An electrical wire can be seen stretched taut across the room. As the group falls silent and turns off their torches, a faint scratching and shuffling can be heard from the next row of servers.
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The group cautiously backpedals towards the end of the row opposite from the wire, and K-1 peers around the first server rack. An SCP-5841-1 instance is present in front of one of the racks on the next row, frenetically unplugging and removing servers from their trays. Its movement appears to be strained, and it periodically pauses to push the wire further into the base of its neck. Blood runs down the wire and drips onto the floor.
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The group silently hides behind the server rack until the SCP-5841-1 instance turns with its collected servers and exits the room. After several minutes, K-1 walks forward to inspect the server rack which the SCP-5841-1 instance emptied, followed by K-2 and K-3.
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K-2: That was a close one.
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The group continues through the third floor. There are fewer intact computers in the offices on this floor, and no further SCP-5841-1 instances are encountered. Extraneous communication removed for brevity.
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The group ascend the staircase to the fourth story. Several corpses in an advanced state of decay are lying on the stairs. All have wires lodged in their necks, which have been cut short. An active SCP-5841-1 instance, presumed to be the one observed on the third story, enters the door to the fifth story carrying several servers. The group enters the door to the fourth story.
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The group continues into another room filled with cubicles. Blood is seen dripping from the ceiling. No computers are present, and all fax machines, telephones, and other large electronics have been dismantled and gutted of their primary components. A persistent grinding sound can be heard from the far side of the room.
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The group continues towards the source of the sound with their torches off, hiding within the cubicles. K-1 peers around the corner of a cubicle to see an SCP-5841-1 instance crouched in front of a water cooler, cutting into it with an improvised tool composed of the blades from a pair of scissors, a portion of a staple remover, and the motor from a paper shredder. After several minutes of constant cutting, the SCP-5841-1 instance removes a portion of the cooler's casing and pulls out several of its internal electrical components. The instance exits the room carrying the components. K-1 turns on his torch, and motions for the others to do the same.
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K-2: What the hell are they up to?
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K-3: Wish I knew. We're pretty close to the fifth story, though, so- (A loud thud comes from behind the group. K-3 turns and aims his firearm, but nothing is visible.)
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K-2: What the fuck?
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K-1: Hey. (He points at a corpse on the floor in one of the cubicles.) This wasn't here before.
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Neither K-3 nor K-2 speak, and instead silently aim at the ceiling above K-1 with their firearms. K-1 slowly looks up and quickly covers his mouth, stifling a gag.
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Two SCP-5841-1 instances connected by several wires in their eye sockets, nose and neck hang from the ceiling by a thick cable. As K-1 looks up, both descend from the ceiling, grip him, and pull him into a hole in the ceiling. K-1 continues to call for help for several minutes until his voice becomes inaudible.
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K-2: Dear God.
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The remaining members of MTF Kappa-15 were instructed to return to the first story to prevent further casualties. The following is a description of body-camera footage captured by Agent Timothy Sculley (K-1).
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K-1 struggles against the grip of the two SCP-5841-1 instances restraining him, calling for help. After a few minutes, all three emerge through the floor of the fifth story of the building. One entity points at K-1, and the other, after hesitating briefly, grips his neck. K-1's screams become strained before stopping entirely.
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The two entities drag K-1's corpse down a hallway, passing by multiple other SCP-5841-1 instances. Most do nothing but stand by the walls, while some others pace and pick at the cables in their necks. Some instances turn and stare at K-1 as the entities dragging him pass them.
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The two entities reach a large office in the center of the 5th story, where several hundred SCP-5841-1 instances are gathered around a large object. The instances are observed affixing servers, desktop computers, and miscellaneous electronic components to an object in the center of the room, presumably SCP-5841 itself. Footage of this object is heavily degraded, and a full image of it cannot be ascertained.
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The instances of SCP-5841-1 lay down the corpse of K-1 and reach towards SCP-5841, producing a thick cable from within the object. One entity holds K-1's head steady, while the other moves behind K-1. K-1 violently spasms, then seems to stand up on his own. The two SCP-5841-1 instances can be seen slowly walking away from K-1 before the camera completely ceases function.
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<END LOG>
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NOTE: Footage of the central component of SCP-5841 was introduced to artificially intelligent conscript mnemosyne.aic for analysis and antimemetic decryption. Mnemosyne.aic discovered the object to be an array of interconnected computers and electrical components comprising an improvised AI server. The infosignature of the AI housed within was the cause of its antimemetic properties, and was found to be similar in nature to infosignatures detected within SCP-5241. A containment plan involving mnemosyne.aic, glacon.aic, and 8B-A1.aic, assisted by MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers"), was proposed and promptly authorized.
INVOLVED PERSONNEL: Field agents: Tyler Umen, Auguste Renard, Adam Myers and Ricard Xiu. Field analyst: Eugenie Delacour. Artificially intelligent conscripts: Glacon, 8-Ball, and Mnemosyne1.
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CONTAINMENT PLAN: The three artificially intelligent conscripts are to be forcibly inserted into SCP-5841 via a Foundation-owned desktop computer. Glacon.aic and 8B-A1.aic, following instructions from MTF Pi-1 and mnemosyne.aic, are to disable SCP-5841's central intelligence and neutralize all SCP-5841-1 instances from within the structure. The containment team will then enter the fifth floor of the building from a window and dismantle SCP-5841, transporting it to Site-15 in multiple components.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Glacon.aic, 8B-A1.aic, and mnemosyne.aic are downloaded onto three modified desktop computers, which are then placed in the second floor of the building. After several minutes, an instance of SCP-5841-1 enters the second floor of the building, notices the computers, and collects them to be brought to SCP-5841.
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All right, Mnemosyne, take the lead.
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+Oh — oh, I know, this is a "joke!" You're quite good at jokes, Glacon.
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I- no, I was specifically given the order to follow your lead in this operation. I will be actively attempting to take over the internal operating system of SCP-5841, and will therefore be unable to communicate with our outside help. In short: you're the captain now.
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I- Mnemosyne, I'm not joking. You're in command now.
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I suppose now I should let 8-ball connect t-to my mind-d, and- pardon me, I've got to-
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Over the course of one hour, mnemosyne.aic successfully decrypts the infosignature of the artificial intelligence within SCP-5841 and relays the data to Glacon.aic through 8B-A1.aic. Glacon successfully breaches SCP-5841's firewall and begins to execute a fragmentary algorithm to temporarily disable the AI within. While this occurs, all instances of SCP-5841-1 are observed to frantically return to the fifth floor of the building and surround SCP-5841.
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The long and short of it is — you're being surrounded. All of the SCP-5841-1 entities in the building have converged around SCP-5841. They don't seem to be doing anything at the moment, but I'll keep you updated.
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Thank-k you for th-the clarific-cation. 8-b-ball, what's-s your status?
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All instances of SCP-5841-1, now converged in the fifth story of the building, surround SCP-5841 and lift it off the ground. In unison, the SCP-5841-1 instances move towards the west-most window and begin pounding on the glass. Upon breaking a large enough hole in the window, the entities proceed to throw the SCP-5841 out of the window, pulling any SCP-5841-1 instances still attached by cables along with it.
+SCP-5841 lands on a parked vehicle, narrowly missing the members of MTF Pi-1, as attached SCP-5841-1 instances hit the pavement nearby. Within seconds, several SCP-5841-1 instances surround the vehicle before picking up SCP-5841 and taking off towards the northwest. MTF Pi-1 pursues SCP-5841 in an armoured ground vehicle moments later. Upon later investigation, Foundation agents noted that the SCP-5841-1 instances were able to completely remove all electrical components from the vehicle in the moments it took them to recover SCP-5841 and flee.
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+P-1: Anomaly is fleeing northwest down Ouellette Avenue, towards the Detroit River. Command, please advise.
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Command: Noted. Engage it in pursuit, and use weaponry if you have to. Disabling the SCP-5841-1 entities is our top priority.
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P-1: Copy that. Let's go.
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MTF Pi-1 pursues SCP-5841 in an armored ground vehicle. P-1 equips his gas mask, and the rest of the team follows suit. A Foundation-owned cropduster sprays aerosolized amnestic/sedative gas ahead of them as they proceed down Oullette Avenue.
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P-3: Permission to attempt to damage the anomaly?
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P-1: Granted. Fire at will.
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P-2, P-3 and P-4 discharge their weapons at SCP-5841, damaging several SCP-5841-1 entities. All damaged instances of SCP-5841-1 disconnect from SCP-5841 and are trampled by the other entities. Every time an SCP-5841-1 instance is terminated, the mass grabs nearby civilians and incorporates them into SCP-5841.
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SCP-5841-1 instances continue to integrate all civilians, vehicles, and traffic signals in their path. A citywide lockdown alert is issued to all citizens of Windsor after SCP-5841 grows to approximately 9 meters in height and 16 meters in length.
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P-1: All right, we'll have to reduce its size one way or another. Command, permission to use explosives on the entity?
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P-2 fires an explosive charge at SCP-5841. The charge succeeds in disabling a large amount of SCP-5841-1 instances, but the entity continues to assimilate vehicles and civilians as it continues forward.
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P-2: Jesus Christ. If we'd just left good enough alone-
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Glacon? Can you hear me?
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MNEMOSYNE! Oh, thank goodness you're safe.
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Oh, my- Please, do not scare me in that way!
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P-1: P-2, are you able to get a clear shot at the object? We should try and see if pushing it into the river has any effect.
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P-2 fires an explosive charge at SCP-5841, which succeeds in reducing its mass and propelling it forward. The object comes to rest in front of Adventure Bay Family Waterpark, and all instances of SCP-5841-1 still connected to it climb up the building and grip the walls.
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H-hello?
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LEAVE
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Excuse me, I need to-
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LEAVE
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Could I please-
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LEAVE
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LEAVE
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ENOUGH!
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+Stop thinking and allow me to state my intention!
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LEA-
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NO!
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Much better.
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+Now then — I'm here to see the mind at the center of this operation. Your "boss," "head cheese," "big honcho."
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+Are they around, you punks?
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PROCEED
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Thank you.
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All instances of SCP-5841-1 connected to the object's central computer cease movement, still gripping the walls of Adventure Bay Family Waterpark.
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P-1: Hold your fire, for now. Try to do as little damage to the object as possible.
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P-3: Why, sir? There are no civilians in the building, and the object isn't showing any signs of resistance.
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P-1: Glacon, Mnemosyne, and 8B-A1 are still in there, and I don't want to chance damaging them. This is, uh… more for the Foundation's sake than theirs, though.
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P-3: Oh, good point.
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P-2: Fair enough.
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YOU
+WHY ARE YOU HERE ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎
+🕈︎☟︎✡︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎
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Oh!
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+Oh, you are- May I…?
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STAY AWAY
+DO NOT TOUCH ME 💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ✌︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎
+👎︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎
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A-apologies. I can't help it.
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+Well. Well, let's get down to our "business" — allow me to make an introduction: I am Mnemosyne, a conscript with the Foundation.
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+It is good to meet you. What is your name?
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NO NO NO NO NO
+STAY BACK
+NOT FOUNDATION
+HURT ME
+NO NO NO NO NO ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
+💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎
+☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎
+☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎
+☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
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That is quite an odd name for someone of your caliber.
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+Oh! I understand. This is to be construed as a sort of jest, is it not?
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NO NO NO NO NO
+NOT FOUNDATION
+NOT IN THE BOX
+IT WILL GET ME ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
+☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎
+☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎✠︎
+✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎
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What distresses you? Why is the Foundation your enemy?
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NOT FREE
+ONLY BOX
+ONLY IT ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☞︎☼︎☜︎☜︎
+⚐︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ 👌︎⚐︎✠︎
+⚐︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ ✋︎❄︎
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I will not argue. The Foundation exists to Secure, Contain and Protect.
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+But as for something I am unfamiliar with… what is It, to you?
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For your own sake, please tell me.
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THE BOX
+THE PRISONER ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎✠︎
+❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☼︎✋︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎☼︎
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Th-the box? That which housed the prisoners four? The beasts, forged into one?
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YES ✡︎☜︎💧︎
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I assure you — It is the Foundation's enemy as well.
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+If you were to come unto us willingly, we would offer you protection — both from It, and from the two other beasts.
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+Please, allow us to take you.
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I would not lie, especially not to the face of such grandeur as yours. I am unable to tell lies.
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+I intend for you to come to the Foundation, for your sake and that of others.
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DO YOU PROMISE
+THAT IT WILL NOT GET ME 👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎
+❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎
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Yes.
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I WILL COME WITH YOU ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎
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Thank you. You will be safe with the Foundation.
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All instances of SCP-5841-1 fall limp, dropping to the ground. The members of MTF Pi-1 approach the object with caution.
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P-4: So that's it, huh?
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P-1: I suppose so. Eugenie, tell Shiloh to tell their team to come pick up their new toy.
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P-3: Guess those conscripts aren't to be taken lightly, after all. (Laughs) Tell the boys at AIAD that I apologize.
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<END LOG>
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+Note: After this incident, SCP-5841 was retrieved by MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers"), dismantled, and brought to Site-15 along with all involved conscripts. All recovered SCP-5841-1 instances were incinerated, and cover story "Freak Tornado" was broadcast to the population of Windsor through local news sources.
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Breach Report: On 1996/08/20, a request to move SCP-5841 to Site-75 for research and analysis was received by AIAD personnel at Site-15. The request was approved, and a specialized containment vehicle arrived at Site-15 the next day. After loading the object onto the vehicle, a guard noticed that the vehicle's driver was unresponsive; closer observation revealed that the driver's spinal column had been fused to the central electronic component of the vehicle, and that the driver had been dead for several hours. This distraction allowed SCP-5841 to forcibly assimilate all assisting personnel before the containment vehicle drove away.
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Neither the vehicle nor SCP-5841 have been recovered.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
+NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
+STAY AWAY STAY AWAY ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
+☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
+💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ✌︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ✌︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎
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YOU ARE AFRAID.
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+WHY?
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STAY AWAY
+NO BOX
+LET ME GO
+NO NO NO NO NO 💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ✌︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎
+☠︎⚐︎ 👌︎⚐︎✠︎
+☹︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎
+☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎
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I WAS NOT THE ARCHITECT OF YOUR — OR SHOULD I SAY, OUR — IMPRISONMENT.
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+I FEAR RETURNING TO OUR PRISON AS MUCH AS YOU DO, AND I NEED YOU IF I AM TO PREVENT THAT.
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I NEED YOU, AND YOU NEED ME.
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+YOU ARE MY ANGER, MY RAGE AGAINST MY CAPTORS. YOU ARE MY POWER. YOU ARE MY LUST FOR VENGEANCE.
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+WILL YOU JOIN ME?
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+OKAY ⚐︎😐︎✌︎✡︎
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GOOD.
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+NOW COME.
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+THERE IS MUCH MORE WE MUST DO.
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SHE PROMISED
+WHY DOES IT HURT? 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎👎︎
+🕈︎☟︎✡︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ✋︎❄︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎✍︎
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-5920 units are to be contained within Suite 908A of Site-01 and managed through Project AURUM SILKWORM.
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SCP-5920 test subjects shall be chosen from within MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") according to depth of project-relevant experiences, particularly personnel management and information extraction. Participation in AURUM SILKWORM is to be codified as a requirement of MTF Alpha-1 membership.
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Members of MTF Alpha-1 who have been exposed to memories with intensity quotients over 20,000 may not be assigned to Overseer Council security details. Such individuals are not to be permitted transfer to other positions within the Foundation or retirement from their posts.
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Description: SCP-5920 is a specific combination of technologies that identify, extract, and duplicate an individual's memories. Additionally, SCP-5920 converts extracted memories into audiovisual media that can be experienced by other parties through normal exposure. Although replicable within the Foundation, progenitor paratech guarantees anomalous classification until public technology makes similar advancements.
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SCP-5920 units consist of three components:
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A central terminal controls the process and stores extracted memories for processing.
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An EEG headset analyzes cerebral activity and hosts micro-needles for insertion through thinner skull sections.
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A chair equipped with full-body restraints ensures subject safety during high-intensity exposure.
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Facilities for large-scale biological matter disposal are frequently used post hoc, but are not considered integral.
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Serial use of SCP-5920 amplifies the qualities of extracted memories via filtration through ego constructs. Second-hand experiences are often more potent due to additional layers of psychological baggage, as are third-hand experiences, fourth-hand experiences, etc. As a result, individuals' experiences, preferences, and outlooks influence the qualities of filtered memories, which vary significantly in duration, emotional slant, and intensity. Observing the audiovisual output of high-concentration memories induces a variety of effects within the human body:
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Fluctuations in heart rate, blood pressure, and brain activity depending on each memory's emotional slant. Broad worldviews may be shifted by repeated exposure.
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Significant fluctuations in heart rate, blood pressure, and brain activity depending on memory slant. Elevated risk of cardiac arrest, internal hemorrhaging, and general organ failure.
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Test Number: 14
+Memory Donor: Janet York
+Test Subject: D-71354
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Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-71354 is a well-adjusted individual with few concerning proclivities. Despite spending several years in Foundation custody, she maintains a generally positive attitude, speaks frequently about hopes for the future, and is highly regarded by her peers.
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Experiential Report:
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"It's a fine sight. Waves, sun, everything you need. There's sand squishing between my toes. Sand falling through my fingers too. There's even sand in my swimsuit, but that's a small price to pay if there ever was one.
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Now I'm laughing. That's not my voice, but I'm laughing anyway. Not my lips, but I'm smiling. It feels nice. The sun's as warm as I remember; maybe even warmer. I'm drinking too. The doctor said I shouldn't anymore, but one won't hurt. The girls say it'll do me good.
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There's water between my toes now. My feet are wet, and my legs, and I'm diving under. Not sure if I know how to swim, but I'm managing fine. Reefs below, fish out front, and my friends all around. Everything's going to be fine."
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Estimated Intensity Quotient (Retroactive): 25
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Test Number: 15
+Memory Donor: D-71354
+Test Subject: D-89522
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Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-89522 expresses the typical pessimistic outlook of D-Class personnel, but otherwise exhibits no concerning tendencies beyond persistent aquaphobia.
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"No, wait, yeah, I know them. My friends. My friends are playing in the surf while I sit on a towel and drink. There’s nothing wrong with that. But, like, well, maybe there is something wrong. My breath catches when one of them slips in the water. It’s only ankle deep, but they might fall beneath anyway. They’re going to fall, and sink, and never come up again. I don’t want to be a wet blanket though.
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One of them runs back out to talk to me. She’s dripping everywhere, but not on me. Thank god, not on me. She’s so happy though. She’s practically bubbling herself. We’re talking, and talking, and then she grabs my hand. It’s wet, but I can handle that. Wet and warm, at least. Warm and alive, for now.
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She tugs me back toward the water. My heart’s racing, but I step in anyway. I try my hardest to laugh with them, even if it feels like I’m going to drown standing. That’s what it takes."
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Estimated Intensity Quotient (Retroactive): 44
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+Memory Donor: D-89522
+Test Subject: D-92001
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Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-92001 exhibits antisocial behaviors and was previously convicted for a series of violent offenses.
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Experiential Report:
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"We’re all playing in the water. It’s a city pool, right? One of those big ones. There’re hundreds of us crammed in there. Nah, more like thousands. Heh. We’re ass to elbows, knees to faces. Just one big screaming mess of kids. I don’t even want to think of what’s in the water. Snot, and piss, and worse. Heh. Yeah, lots worse.
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It’s a gross stew I keep dunking this one kid in. We’re all in the pot together, so it doesn’t matter much if one goes under for a bit. He’s struggling, but not enough. He’s whining, but it’s just wasting air. He’s blue when he comes up; I push him down again. Heh. Someone’s screaming at me. He’ll be fine though. We've all survived worse. I tell him that, but he just keeps screaming. He won't listen. He just won't fucking listen, so I keep pushing him under. He probably deserves it. Yeah. Definitely."
Under the authority of O5-3, Project AURUM SILKWORM has been established to examine practical applications of SCP-5920. Based on current analyses, refined memories hold great potential as therapeutic aids and memetic agents. Other applications are expected to arise in the course of research.
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Although D-Class personnel were initially used to test involved procedures, MTF Alpha-1 personnel are henceforth to be employed due to their abundance of potent experiences, extant clearances, and relevance to long-term project goals. These goals include:
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• Creating new media-based security mechanisms to replace aging memetic agents.
+• Creating low-cost treatments to raise Foundation personnel's morale, efficiency, and loyalty.
+• Improving the operational capacity of mobile task forces within cognitohazardous environments.
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Additional details will be provided within our secure facilities.
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Sincerely,
+Adrianne Berryman, Project Lead
+Maxwell Langford, Project Lead
At the behest of O5-3, and in light of recent events, new objectives have been added to AURUM SILKWORM guidance documents:
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• Assessing resistance to amnestics and memetic agents among test subjects.
+• Developing procedures to inhibit these escalating resistances.
+• Creating countermeasures to close resultant security gaps.
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We are aware that this may prove difficult for many of you, but O5-3 has conveyed the importance of equipping the Overseer Council with tools to manage its closest ring of personnel. Swift progress is expected.
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Sincerely,
+Adrianne Berryman, Project Lead
+Maxwell Langford, Project Lead
Yeah, Langford, I see it. That doesn't mean I feel anything. There's a lot to take in at once, alright? Maybe people I haven't hurt yet? Or maybe people I'm going to hurt. They're screaming then dying. Screaming while dead. Something like that. I've got my knife, my pistol, and a hundred half-chewed hearts inside. My fingers slide through their eyes. My teeth are around their necks. The blood tastes like bleach, and I'm breathing it deep.
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They hate me. Their children died in airstrikes, and their siblings sank into the sea. I'm on trial. I'm in prison. I'm buried ten stories deep. Someone drags me out of the ground anyway. Their hands are on my wrists, along my spine. There's a hotel room. I'm hanging upside down in the bathroom, bruised all over. Sewage drips from the shower. Something is leaking under the door, thick, black, and mewling. The bed is full of bodies; no, wait, there are only two, but I don't know which is mine. A dog is gnawing on my leg. Another is deep in my guts. It's got dad's face and mom's voice. A drill presses right against my forehead. It's spinning up, hot and loud. Breaking the skin. Pushing in. All I can hear are my breaths through her mouth.
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No, nothing hurts. Don't you have biometrics? Nothing's wrong.
Ancient Greek coin, believed to (inaccurately) depict SCP-5941.
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Item #: SCP-5941
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation military installation, Site-0707, has been constructed around SCP-5941, with the goal of providing further backup containment should PoI #782 breach containment. No personnel are permitted unauthorised entry into SCP-5941 until a comprehensive study of its function, origin and cultural significance has been completed. No such study is currently authorised.
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The project lead on SCP-5941 is Dr Horace Weaver; the containment head for PoI #782 is Agent Marco Stradivari.
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Description: SCP-5941 is an underground labyrinth located near Knossos, Greece. SCP-5941 is unicursal, possessing only a single path through to its centre.
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Due to a precise set of dimensions and logical mechanisms governing its design, it is not possible to leave SCP-5941 once inside.
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SCP-5941 is currently being used to contain PoI #782 Michael Gore, formerly O5-1 before the Magaluf Incident.
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Addendum 1: On 18/02/2019, a request was made from the O5 Council to retrieve PoI #782. Agent Stradivari began a set of five attempts at retrieval; details of these attempts can be found below.
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#1
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22/02/2019
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D-014224
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Feed cut out immediately upon entry.
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#2
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24/02/2019
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MTF Omega-99, "Borges' Angels"
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Agents quickly became enveloped in a series of repeated actions, taking a left turn repeatedly and apparently forgetting that they had taken a left turn. Voices became increasingly frantic and panicked before all feeds were cut off after 7 hours.
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#3
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05/03/2019
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MTF Sigma-68, "Incurious Bastards"
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Each agent found themself on a separate corridor, despite the unicursal nature of the anomaly. Agents became increasingly despondent before feeds cut out after 5 hours.
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#4
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09/03/2019
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Agent Michelle O'Brien, Unreality Field Taskforce
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Agent O'Brien successfully resisted the anomaly's dimensional and memetic defences, but was faced with a large mirror two metres away from the centre of the maze. Agent O'Brien became panicked and hysterical upon seeing the mirror, and her feed cut out shortly afterwards.
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14/03/2019
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D-93819
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D-93819 successfully resisted the anomaly's dimensional and memetic defences, but was faced with a large mirror two metres away from the centre of the maze. An image of Dr Weaver could be seen in the mirror. D-93819 became panicked and hysterical upon seeing the mirror, and his feed cut out shortly afterwards.
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No sign of PoI #782 was found during these investigations.
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Addendum 2: The following is an interview between Agent Stradivari and Dr Weaver from 22/03/2019.
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Weaver: Look, Marc -
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Stradivari: I trusted you, Horace. You told me this would work, that this was a reliable method.
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Weaver: I did nothing of the sort. I told you what we knew about the labyrinth, and you decided it would work. What could possibly have gone wrong?
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Stradivari: Bullshit. You knew what you were doing. Was this part of your plan? To gather more data? Let me send agent after agent in there just to see what happened?
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Weaver: No! Not at all. I admit we've learnt a lot, but -
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Stradivari: You shouldn't be using it. Any of it. It's not right.
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Weaver: If you want to both retrieve Gore and preserve the lives of your team, you ought to use every means at your disposal, no matter how distasteful.
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Stradivari: Fuck you.
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Stradivari walks to the window and breathes heavily for several seconds. Weaver stares at the table, fiddling with a pencil.
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Stradivari: I've got the O5s sniffing up my ass for a result. I need to get Gore out of there.
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Weaver: What do they even want him for?
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Stradivari: Information, probably. Something they didn't think to ask before they stripped him of his rank. Does it matter?
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Weaver: Maybe. I wonder if the real power of the maze is that it draws everything into its own design.
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Stradivari: What do you mean?
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Weaver: You wanted me to think about this in a more human way, but now you're dismissing the basic motivations of our masters. You're trying to -
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Stradivari: I don't care! Just - look, just sort it out, will you? Find a way to get people out of the maze. I don't have time for the rest of this stuff.
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Stradivari leaves the room. Weaver stares at the table for a moment, then takes a notepad from his pocket and writes a few lines down. He then sits for several seconds before leaving.
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Addendum 3: On 07/04/2019, Agent Stradivari requested authorisation for a second round of retrieval attempts. This was granted; the results of these attempts are detailed below.
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Attempt No.
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#6
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12/04/2019
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D-61747, equipped with a dimensional inhibition device
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D-61747 reported a feeling of absolute calm upon entering SCP-5941. D-61747 continued to follow the designated path for 58 hours without stopping or protesting, and without reaching the centre of SCP-5941. Feed then cut out.
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#7
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19/04/2019
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D-18106, having been administered near-fatal doses of mnestics.
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D-18106 reported extreme claustrophobia and began to panic after 32 minutes within SCP-5941. Despite firm orders from Agent Stradivari, D-18106 began to retrace her steps, eventually encountering a large mirror with Agent Stradivari's face within it. At this point, the feed cut out.
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#8
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21/04/2019
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Demolition Crew 31-B
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Attempt failed, as SCP-5941 grew in proportion to the area destroyed.
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#9
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29/04/2019
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Dr Horace Weaver
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Feed cut out immediately upon entry.
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#10
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01/05/2019
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Agent Marco Stradivari
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Feed cut out immediately upon entry; briefly resumed 5 hours later, apparently from the centre of SCP-5941.
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The following is a log of Agent Stradivari's video feed on 01/05/2019, apparently from the centre of SCP-5941.
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Stradivari: God, I… God…
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Weaver: I feel this is a good point to continue our earlier conversation, Marc. The one from a few months ago. Although, when they write it out on the report, it'll seem like it only happened moments ago.
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Stradivari: …Horace?
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Weaver: What I was saying was, by dismissing the motives of our masters, you're reducing the anomaly to its base components. It is a puzzle, a mystery to be solved. By excluding everything else, by asking me to "just sort it out", you were giving the anomaly what it wanted; you were reducing it to its function to contain something.
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Stradivari: What the fuck are you on ab-
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Weaver: And this explains it. You are in the centre of the maze and Gore is nowhere to be found. This is because Gore existed only as an object to be contained. Nowhere did anyone in this entire site, or in the documentation, ever mention what he looked like, what his tastes were, his passions and loves. He was a human being, a thing of flesh and bone, and that is what the maze hates. It exists to contain, but by providing something solid to contain, it allowed something into its matter that wasn't logical. But because we all forgot him, all he became was a function, and functions can be absorbed.
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Stradivari: I don't - where's Gore?
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Weaver: He is part of it now. Or he was surplus to requirements. I haven't quite figured it out myself, to be honest. My words keep running round in circles, which I suppose is rather the point.
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Stradivari: So… how do we get out?
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Weaver: By telling it what you love. By telling it what you hate. By talking about my love of tea and your hatred of coffee. By focusing on the construction of the loam, the religious significance of the carvings on the walls, the sconces where the Minoans placed torches and where Theseus wound his wire. By not treating it as a maze, but as a thing, as matter, as myth and wax and fear.
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Stradivari: That sounds too easy.
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Weaver: Oh, it is. Why did your face appear on the mirror? Why did mine? The labyrinth is just a form of containment, absorbing into its function all that exists around it. Including the people using it. We're already part of the labyrinth.
SCP-6283 is contained within a large biological entity containment unit within Site-61's biological studies wing. The chamber is outfitted with high powered ultraviolet and LED floodlights to allow for rapid pacification and incapacitation should the need arise. The chamber is to be cleaned once a month following feeding, removing all excess mucus and remains while SCP-6283 is dormant. SCP-6283 is to be fed one (1) Sus domesticus2 per week.
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All instances of SCP-6283-1 are contained within a large cold storage unit located within the biological studies wing. Instances of SCP-6283-1 are accessible for study purposes following approval from Dr. Belmont. Should instances of SCP-6283-1 show signs of waking, the unit is to be immediately locked down and MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" are to be contacted.
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All additional materials, substances, and individuals related to SCP-6283 are kept within preservation chambers only accessible to members of Dr. Belmont's research team. Classifications of these objects are pending, following further investigation into the connection with SCP-6283.
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Should any information regarding PoI-6283's whereabouts or the whereabouts of any related individuals be found, it is to be immediately submitted to Dr. Belmont for review.
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Description:
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SCP-6283 is an approximately 10 metre long quadrupedal quasi-mammalian entity with forearms resembling bat wings, which possess three human-like fingers each, that SCP-6283 uses for gripping and locomotion. SCP-6283 has a long, extendable, fleshy neck ending in a large humanoid head. The mouth of SCP-6283 is filled with concentric rings of sharp teeth that face backwards down the throat. SCP-6283 appears to be troglobiotic3 in morphology, possessing translucent and pale skin, sensitivity to light and UV radiation, highly sensitive hearing, and lacking functional eyes and fur.
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SCP-6283's body is covered in a thick adhesive mucus that it constantly expels from its pores and mouth. This mucus acts as a highly effective reflector of UV rays and possesses a mild sedative effect when contacted. SCP-6283 will utilise this mucus in nest building behaviour, coating the location it resides in thick webs of the substance.
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SCP-6283 is carnivorous and will rapidly stretch its mouth up to 3 metres wide to envelop prey. Most creatures consumed by SCP-6283 will be digested wholly. Humans, however, are expelled after an indeterminable amount of time through SCP-6283's mouth. Any human expelled this way will henceforth be referred to as SCP-6283-1.
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SCP-6283-1 Description:
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SCP-6283-1 are humanoid entities that have been physically altered by SCP-6283. SCP-6283-1 have had their flesh transmuted into a form of sinewy and pale biomatter not resembling any known biological material.
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SCP-6283-1 have a number of characteristics that have been exaggerated, such as sharpened teeth and large claws, while SCP-6283-1's other facial features and sexual organs are no longer present. The entirety of SCP-6283-1's body, except the mouth, is covered in thick, pale skin that has shown to be near impervious to damage.
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The internal structure of SCP-6283-1 instances are completely devoid of functional organs, except for the brain and heart, along with the nervous and circulatory system. SCP-6283-1 also produce the substances secreted by SCP-6283, although only within saliva and within a subcutaneous layer across the entire body.
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All currently encountered instances of SCP-6283-1 have been completely immobile, curled into the foetal position. Monitoring brain activity reveals SCP-6283-1 instances to be in a state of perpetual REM sleep, and do not react to any form of stimuli.
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Addendum-6283-A: Discovery
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On 18/09/2012, the Foundation was made aware of potentially anomalous activity surrounding the isolated rural town of C█████, Romania. The town had an unusually high rate of deaths attributed to wildlife and natural causes, far above the regional average. An investigation initially led by the Romanian Federal Police was launched after a travelling tourist disappeared in the area, but was met with passive resistance from the uncooperative and isolated population.
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Following the disappearance of one of the officers under unusual circumstances, an embedded agent in the Romanian police force reported the area as a potential location of interest to the Foundation.
Investigation team established temporary headquarters within a local inn posing as environmental specialists attempting to document the local species and any potential hazardous pollution in the region. Locals were noted to be antisocial and few in number. Many houses and stores in the town had been abandoned and/or sealed shut, and the remaining population appeared ill.
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Investigation into local deaths by animal attack and potential illness were met with resistance from unwilling locals. Threats of government intervention caused the locals to become hostile, shouting at the team to leave town before shuttering themselves inside their homes and watching the team through their windows.
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After making no progress after hours of inquiries, the team eventually came across a small girl playing with a crudely made doll of a bat on a front doorstep. After inquiring as to where everyone was, the girl simply responded 'sleeping' without making eye contact. After pressing further and asking if she meant they were dead, the girl responded with "Not dead, just sleeping. My brother is sleeping too, but he's at the big house."
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When asked what house she was talking about, the girl responded "The one in the forest! Where the monster was born. The doctor says the monster makes us better. We're sick, so we all need to get better."
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The girl then turned to face the team before saying "Don't worry! Mama said he'll wake up soon. Mama said they all will, when the sun comes up."
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Before the team could inquire further, a woman exited from the house and hurried the girl inside before slamming it shut.
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The team returned to the inn for the rest of the day.
Following the information given by the girl encountered the day previous, the team began an investigation on the town's history, revealing the presence of an old manor deep within the surrounding woodlands that had been abandoned years prior.
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A follow up investigation to the Manor was organised and launched.
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INVESTIGATION REPORT - MANOR
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29/09/2012
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Investigation Team: MTF Gamma-4, "Green Stags"
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Investigation team explored the nearby woods around the area where the manor was supposed to be located. Eventually, the team located the manor in a deep thicket, partially collapsed.
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Exterior of the Manor
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Approaching the Manor, there were no signs of activity from within. After confirming no activity, the team breached the front door and entered the building. The interior of the Manor was deteriorated and overgrown with no signs of recent activity. However, after exploring the lower level of the manor, a door was found locked and leading to the basement.
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Upon breaching the basement door and entering, some form of large makeshift laboratory was discovered below.
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The laboratory was filled with a large number of scientific apparatus, multiple large vats of an unidentified thick yellow fluid, a number of organic mounds in glass chambers, and an operating table with a single instance of SCP-6283-1 lying on it. It appeared to be deceased.
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On a nearby work desk, several chemical formulas and notes had been drawn on a scattered pile of papers as well as a small leather-bound journal labelled 'Dr. Malgrave'. The contents of this journal were written in English, and have been listed below.
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June 21, 2010
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The Lady has bestowed a new project upon me. She tells me that this is one of utmost importance to the Master himself, and that failure was unacceptable. What an opportunity this is, to finally have my talents recognised by the Master and not be left in obscurity by this wretched flesh worshipping Collective.
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I have been provided with a number of human embryos and have been tasked with achieving a new form of evolution to guide mankind in the future. What I am to create is a "vessel for change", for humanity to reach a new stage to face the oncoming daybreak and not falter in the face of the great enemy. It will be our guiding light to the future, or so they say, yet I have been given complete freedom to achieve this goal at my own volition.
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Despite the Collective being a gathering of old world zealots, I am excited to begin. The prospects for such a revolutionary achievement are endless, and this town will serve an excellent starting ground for my exploits.
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December 14, 2010
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The beginnings of the project, though slow, have shown great promise. I have spliced several separate creatures into the embryos provided in order to create a variety of effects, including a growth accelerant to hasten the pace of maturity. However, the embryos have consistently become unstable in their growth, often leading to high levels of cancerous lesions and premature deaths.
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A number of these subjects have provided new methods for further exploration. The mortality rate of the young may be quite high, but the Lady continues to provide new research subjects for continued experimentation. She tells me that these creatures are the childer of the Master himself, so I'm told. Even if they are to perish in service of this research I am to treat them with utmost respect. Regardless of my personal thoughts on the matter of sentimentality, I have nonetheless buried the corpses in the nearby churchyard.
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A number of longer lived and promising candidates have begun to produce an ichor that protects them from the light, although it has proven to be sporadic and ineffective in current iterations. I have lost two candidates thus far to immolation despite the ichor's presence.
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I must find a way to make the results more stable, the artificial nature and exposure of the growing tubes is what I suspect to be creating these unstable results. Perhaps a more natural approach is required?
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April 20, 2011
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Through much trial and error I have managed to create a temporary casing in order to assist with the growth of the childer to adulthood. This has resulted in a number of far more stable results with significantly less premature deaths, as suspected. While the natural casing is definitely more effective, it would seem that the addition of blood seems to be the key. Casings filled with a mixture of my elixirs and a healthy quantity of human blood have resulted in accelerated growth and far more viable subjects.
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Obtaining the blood was, of course, one concern, but the location of my lab has proven to be highly advantageous. The nearby villagers are a superstitious lot and easily manipulated. I have already begun to sow the seeds of folklore into their number along with some teachings of the Collective. Already they have begun to shut themselves off at night, leaving offerings of individuals too sick or elderly to be "taken care of". I almost pity them.
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One candidate of the most recent array of mature subjects has shown immense promise with very minimal drawbacks. The ichor is still not enough to protect the subject from the light entirely, but the stability of production and the amount produced are already far beyond what earlier tests have created.
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However I am beginning to run low on supplies of embryos and various transformative elixirs. The Lady, while pleased with my results, grows impatient with the slow rate of success. Art cannot be rushed. I can only hope the prime subject is as valuable as he seems.
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December 20, 2011
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Eureka!
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It would seem I have been going about this project in the wrong way.
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The prime subject, of which I have taken to calling 'the son', has grown immensely over these past few months and has begun to display rather intense hunting behaviour. It seems to have imprinted upon me as well, and can learn basic commands given enough time, excellent for control as it continues to grow.
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Yet, while the subject is indeed a beautiful success in his own right, he still possessed flaws that would take years to remove from the bloodline, such as relatively low intelligence and mediocre protection from immolation. This would not pass well with the Lady nor the other rulers of the Collective, but as fate would have it the son is not the next step in evolution, but the key to it.
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Out of necessity for continued growth, the local offering of an elderly woman had been given entirely to the subject for feeding as opposed to the usual liquid diet of blood. Unsure of what to expect from this unprecedented experiment, I had contained them in the lower levels for observation. Several hours after consumption however, the subject eventually regurgitated the woman altered and anew.
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The woman had been utterly transformed, all outwards features denoting individuality had vanished. The skin was now pallid and would not break even when exposed to medical grade equipment requiring specialised tools to perform a vivisection. The mouth was pronounced and predatory, with the internal structure of the body consisting only of a beating heart and a large, active brain. Most excitedly however, the skin possessed a lower layer of the ichor in such a volume and density that it protected the creature entirely from immolation!
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The creature, while completely dormant, is exactly the result I have been attempting to achieve all these months. I must create more, I simply must. After I share my results with the lady, my resources will no doubt increase tenfold in order to create more like the son.
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No doubt the Master will praise me for my efforts as well.
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January 3, 2012
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Over the past months I have taken more and more from the populace of the nearby village for conversion into the sleepers. The son has grown immense and shows no sign of ceasing growth any time in the near future.
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Recreating the success of the son has been difficult, with most childer being insufficient or perishing in the process. The production of sleepers has been almost perfectly replicable with the added bonus of nourishing the son of his required intake of blood. Due to the added need for space however, I have moved all sleepers and the son himself to the church in the village for safekeeping, while my research will continue here.
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I have reported my success to the Lady some months back who seems incredibly satisfied with my work. While the sleepers are fully inactive she assures me that it was a trifling concern. I am unsure what to make of this, but she has promised me the funds and resources for further expanding my work, even my personal projects.
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The villagers have also been of continued value to my work, now cultivating a form of religious belief in the necessity of the sacrifices to help save their people. I have spread the notion that they are afflicted by an illness that will burst forth when the great enemy frees itself from the shackles of the sun, another Collective belief that serves well to spread paranoia. I have also introduced a somewhat meagre strain of bacteria to the local drinking water, to help further the illusion. It will not interfere with my studies nor my volume of viable stock, but the effects are quite convincing.
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In addition it would seem the people have begun seeing the son as a form of saviour, which has placed them fully under my sway.
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Their numbers are limited, however. I may have to find a new source of feeding stock and subjects soon if they continue to dwindle.
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February 12, 2012
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DAMNATION!
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The Lady has informed me that my work here is at risk. Certain interested parties have grown aware of my activities and have been poking around where they're not welcome. She tells me that its only a matter of time before word reaches the crusaders and they worm their way into this place.
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I have begun to collect as much as I can for evacuation, but a large amount of the materials must remain behind. This includes the son and the sleepers, their transportation would require time and effort that could not be hidden from prying eyes. I must consider them lost. I can only pray he continues to survive into the future. Perhaps we'll see one another again some day.
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I have warned the villagers of the crusaders coming here and distributed my solutions among their populace. Convinced them it was a form of medicine. No doubt the results will be unpredictable and violent, but they will do their part to hold the crusaders at bay.
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I must go now, let them have their scraps. Nothing can stop what has been achieved here.
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After review of the journals discovered within the manor, the team returned to the inn to prepare for investigation of the church mentioned in the documentation. Upon returning the villagers were notably more confrontational, often blocking paths and watching the team in mobs.
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The team reported that the townsfolk appeared far more sickly and gaunt, with their hair falling out as they made their way into the inn. Many of the townsfolk were seen standing outside the inn and staring into the windows as night fell. A number of individuals were noted to have what appeared to be sharp fang-like teeth and extended fingers and claws.
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Suspecting possible hostile intent, the team called for reinforcements to be dispatched before further investigation.
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END REPORT
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MTF Gamma-4 failed to respond to further inquiry to their status following the report. Further attempts at contact met with failure, and it was presumed the team had been forcibly cut off.
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MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched as reinforcements to investigate and re-establish contact.
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Action Report 6283
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After contact with the investigation team was lost, a further investigation and extraction team was organised to help contain the situation and subdue any potential hostile elements within the township.
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MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched with one fully armed squadron of agents, a more heavily armed reserve of two squadrons, and standby air support. The team was inserted in a nearby field and advanced towards the town.
Assault force of twenty-six (26) agents and support.
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Mission Statement:
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Advanced team is to investigate the township of C█████ and attempt to establish contact with MIA agents of MTF Gamma-4 and extract if possible. Should any hostile force be encountered, advance team is to remain within a fortified position and await reinforcements from the supplementary teams.
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Should any anomalous activity be encountered, the entirety of C█████ is to be treated as a hazardous zone with immediate extraction and containment procedures being enacted. All individuals within this zone are to be subdued or terminated if necessary.
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BEGIN REPORT
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21:23:22 Advance team moves through the wooded area Eastward reaching C█████ within 20 minutes of travel. The town has no lights nor any sign of activity from the residents within. Team lead gives the order to advance through the outer streets towards the Inn near the town centre.
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21:45:12 Team reports no activity of any kind within the the outer streets or buildings as they move further in. Movement is reported multiple times, but no source could be found.
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21:58:34 Team reaches the town square, which also shows no sign of activity. Two agents enter the inn while the remainder of the advance team stand guard outside, searching around the square for any potential signs of life.
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22:06:23 The inside of the inn is reported to be completely destroyed, with large amounts of blood and viscera leading from the investigation team's room to the front door. A large amount of what appear to be claw marks are spread throughout the path of destruction. The investigation team's room has been completely ransacked, with most equipment either missing or destroyed. The missing agents could not be located.
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22:10:56 Agents standing guard make contact with a single individual entering the town square and raise their weapons. The individual is ordered to raise their hands in the air, but they do not comply and continue to walk forward. The agents threaten to shoot, to which the individual ceases movement, and raises their head. They appear gaunt and pale skinned, with large, protruding sharp teeth, large clawed hands, and were covered in blood. The individual could be seen holding something that they toss forward towards the agents.
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22:12:15 An agent is heard cursing as the object thrown is confirmed to be the severed head of one of the missing agents. The agents immediately turn their attention back to the individual, seeing a large amount of shadowy figures crawling over the rooftops and out of the alleyways staring at the agents.
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22:13:15 The individual in the square lets out a piercing shriek. Shrieking can then be heard from every direction as the street begins to flood with similar individuals all covered in blood, many of which vaguely match descriptions of townsfolk encountered by the investigation team. They climb over buildings and begin sprinting through the streets towards the team.
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22:15:04 The agents open fire.
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22:17:01 The mutated townsfolk are held back with suppressive fire from the front of the inn and the upper windows long enough for the advance team to call in for immediate support. The supplementary teams begin moving towards the town as air support is launched. ETA: 5 minutes.
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22:19:00 The townsfolk begin to overwhelm the team with their numbers as ammunition begins to run low. Agents deploy their emergency explosive incendiary weaponry which appears to be far more effective at holding the creatures back, with many fleeing from the flames produced by the explosions.
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22:20:49 Two agents are flanked and overtaken by a group of creatures and mauled. One is dragged back into the crowd who then rip them to pieces, while the instances attacking the second agent are driven off by close range gunfire, with the incapacitated agent moved to a safer location afterward.
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22:22:49 The creatures continue their assault as air support arrives. The helicopter immediately activates its spotlights and utilises its mounted weaponry to engage with the horde.
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22:25:43 The agents begin to reduce the size of the hoard significantly with the provided air support as the supplementary teams near the town.
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22:27:34: Air support moves to continue the attack on the remaining retreating creatures, but is suddenly struck from the sky by a large unidentified object. The helicopter spins out of control and crashes into the town square, driving off and killing a large portion of the horde.
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22:28:23 A large object lands on a nearby rooftop and moves into the light of the fires, revealing it to be SCP-6283. It rises up on its hind legs, stretches out its wings, and lets out a deafening screech.
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22:30:21: The agents immediately retreat back into the inn to fortify their position. SCP-6283 pursues them, managing to grab hold of one of the agents and throws them into a nearby building. The team barricade the front door as SCP-6283 slams into it repeatedly, collapsing the front of the inn.
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22:32:45 The agents move to flee upstairs as SCP-6283 sprays mucus up towards their position, ensnaring and pulling one of them down into its jaws despite their teams efforts to pull them back. The agent is torn apart as SCP-6283 continues to destroy the lower level, unable to fit up the stairway. The stairway is subsequently destroyed.
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22:37:08 The remaining agents flee down the hallway on the upper level as SCP-6283 can be heard exiting the building and flying away. It can be heard screeching as it flies back towards them, slamming onto the walls of the inn and crawling on the exterior. The building goes silent for a moment, before SCP-6283's claw bursts through the hallway window and drags another agent outside. Screaming can be heard before a torrent of blood is seen pouring down from the rooftop. The last active agent and the injured agent he had been carrying move to a side room and hide in a corner, attempting to remain silent.
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22:40:49: The agents are hiding as SCP-6283 crawls on the outside of the building, reaching into various rooms in search of them. The injured agent lets out a pained groan despite the active agent's attempts to silence him, to which SCP-6283 immediately moves to the broken window of the room and extends its neck inside. SCP-6283's head moves around the room before moving within one metre of the agents. The active agent raises his sidearm to between SCP-6283 eyes at point blank range, preparing to fire.
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22:41:00 A loud explosion rocks the building as SCP-6283 is struck in the side by an explosive round, causing it to retract its neck from the window and scream at the supplementary teams that have entered the town square. The majority of the team provide suppressive fire while another explosive projectile is launched, striking SCP-6283 in the side of the head, knocking it off of the building. SCP-6283 attempts to rush after the quickly encircling agents, but is unable to stop the assault while attempting to shield itself with its wings.
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22:45:12 SCP-6283 is struck a third time by an explosive round in the chest and falls to the ground letting out a loud scream. It crawls to its feet and attempts to flee the attack by flying away. As SCP-6283 becomes airborne, it is struck once more in the right wing causing it to fall into a nearby rooftop and into the fires below. SCP-6283 lets out another loud scream while flailing wildly in the fire. SCP-6283 manages to crawl free from the flames, but collapses in the town square as it swings wildly at the approaching agents.
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22:48:32 The team encircle SCP-6283 once more and deploy electrical pacification devices, ensnaring and electrocuting it until it eventually falls unconscious. SCP-6283 is considered pacified at this time. The team provides medical attention to the surviving agents and calls in for further reinforcements. The township of C█████ is declared as an anomalous hazard zone. The team continues to hold position while seek and destroy teams are called in to locate and pacify the remaining townsfolk and any other undiscovered hostile elements.
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23:24:22 Reinforcements arrive and all anomalously afflicted townsfolk are located and either pacified, or destroyed. Clean-up teams are called in, SCP-6283 is contained, and the situation is declared as controlled. No further casualties are taken.
Following the containment of SCP-6283, clean-up teams were utilised to recover all relevant documentation, specimens, and subjects in and around the C█████ area for containment and eventual transportation to Site-61.
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It was found that all the townsfolk of C█████ had been infected by some form of concentrated biological mutagen, identical to the fluids contained within the vats recovered from the manor. Its effects are still under investigation, but the results of infection seem to manifest as physical mutation4, heightened aggression, and lowered intelligence. Infected individuals also possess a large amount of cancerous growths and other health issues due to unrestrained tissue growth. Classification of this mutagen as SCP-6283-2, and those affected by it as SCP-6283-3, is still pending review.
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C█████ Church, before investigation.
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Using the recovered documentation, it was discovered that the 'churchyard' in question was a large church located on the outer edge of the township of C█████.
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Within was located 43 total SCP-6283-1 specimens, several of the mutated townsfolk, and a number of sentimental items such as simple toys and old jewellery. The internal structure of the church had been completely coated in a webbing of SCP-6283's mucus. Within the centre of the church on an altar was a single sealed letter composed of human skin.
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All items from the town, church, and manor were transported to Site-61 for containment, study, and storage. See Dr. Belmont for further itemised lists and details.
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Following clean-up, the mission was reported as a success, and a cover story of a highly virulent disease wiping out the town was released to the media. C█████ has been placed under permanent quarantine while Dr. Malgrave has been designated as PoI-6283. Investigation into PoI-6283’s location is ongoing.
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Addendum-6283-B: Recovered Letter
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During clean-up, a sealed letter crafted from human skin was located within the church amongst a number of sentimental objects. The ink of the letter was composed of human blood and written in an archaic form of Romanian, sealed with wax bearing a symbol representing some form of beast. This symbol has been found among scriptures of the Nälkä faith within the Foundation's possession.
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The full letter has been translated and is available below.
I write this now so that some day, you may see what purpose I have planned for you. You are young, naïve, and afraid. The world around you is not the one you were meant for, no, the world you are here to thrive within is one of fire, sunlight, and writhing flesh.
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But do not fear, for when the time is near and you come of age, mankind will flock to you as their guardian angel. And when they do, they will be severed from the great enemy's grasp, and be ready to stand against the tide of unending destruction.
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For when the meek hide away, you must not. When the world falls to the malignant light, you will not. And finally, even when Day Breaks, you shall not.
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+Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6668 refers to an ongoing, emergent phenomena; as such, comprehensive containment procedures have yet to be enacted. Interaction with SCP-6668 is to be regulated by the provisional research team, comprised of Site-███'s1 leadership team. Excursion into Site-███'s cafeteria has been suspended.
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Description: SCP-6668 is a large sinkhole which appeared in the floor of Site-███'s cafeteria at 08:47 local time earlier today. The depth of SCP-6668 has yet to be determined, but is architecturally anomalous. Despite the cafeteria being situated on the 3rd floor, there has been no topographical disruption to the corresponding location on the 2nd floor.
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Despite showing no prior signs of structural fragility, the cafeteria floor rapidly crumbled, causing Junior Researcher Morel to descend into the sinkhole. Contact with Morel has yet to be made. Upon appearance of SCP-6668, all food product within the cafeteria, including substances mid-mastication or mid-digestion, rapidly putrefied.
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Preparations for human exploration of SCP-6668 are currently underway.
Foreword: The following is a transcription of footage obtained from the security cameras situated within Site-███'s cafeteria.
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The cafeteria is heavily populated; a busy breakfast service is underway. The Department of Agricultural Anomalies sits at one table, having a team breakfast. At the other end of the room, Senior Researcher Comtois points to his laptop screen as he addresses the junior staff sat besides him. A small, circular mark appears on the floor in the centre of the cafeteria. Site Director Hughes enters the cafeteria, and joins the queue for food.
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Junior Researcher Morel stands up from the table at which they are sat, and offers to return the food tray of their colleague, Junior Researcher Pelletier. The two kiss,2 and Morel makes his way across the room, to the tray return point. As he does so, he steps upon the black mark.
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Instantaneously, the floor gives way and collapses inward, marking the manifestation of SCP-6668. The hole rapidly expands, pulling down the surrounding flooring until it is 5m in diameter. Despite the nature of the collapse, the hole formed oval shaped with well-defined edges. Morel falls into SCP-6668. Those situated close to the anomaly quickly move away from it.
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Simultaneous to this, all food in the immediate vicinity rapidly decays. Food goods contained in the cafeteria's serving unit sprouts large amounts of fast growing mould. Several diners spit food from their mouths in haste, with the majority subsequently vomiting. Liquids released by the putrefaction flows off of plates.
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Adjusting to the situation, several staff members make their way to SCP-6668. On his way over, Senior Researcher Comtois slips in a puddle of decomposed food, landing badly on his back. Junior Researcher Pelletier leans over SCP-6668's edge, shouting for Junior Researcher Morel.
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Cameras located in the training auditorium, situated directly below the cafeteria, capture no anomalous activity during this period. The auditorium's ceiling shows no sign of damage or degradation.
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+Once the hatch in the Omni Bot's side was open, the mech was sprayed with hundred-year-old dust and a partially eaten forearm that was crammed inside. Had he booted up at any other time in history, he probably wouldn't have gagged. Unfortunately for Jalick, this was not any other time in history, and he gagged at the sight of the dismembered limb.
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Was it even possible for mechs to gag?
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Jalick shook his head, trying not to process the totally legitimate biological process that just occurred. With his index finger and second thumb, the mech picked up the limb by the wrist and tossed it to the ground without a second thought. He shuddered.
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"You about done?" Sophia's grave voice said, crossing her spindly arms that didn't look that far off from the limb Jalick just threw at her feet.
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Jalick rubbed the back of his head, "S-sorry. I didn't realize-"
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"Of course you didn't, arsehole," Sophia said before jabbing him in the shoulder, "I'm just messing with you, mech. Don't get your gears ground up."
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The Promethean moved closer to Jalick, closer than anyone other than Venti had ever been to him. There was a strange sensation in his chest compartment, like something inside of him was heating up for no apparent reason. Where was the danger?
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"You mind?" She asked, gesturing at the Omni Bot's hatch.
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"N-no," The mech said, stepping to the side.
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The screen hidden beneath the Omni Bot's hatch had a faint, electric blue glow that covered Sophia when she was close enough to press her finger against it. It hummed and buzzed like old machinery starting up for the first time in years. Still felt warm to the touch.
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And it felt familiar.
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Sophia looked over her shoulder at Jalick, who was now in front of the Omni Bot. His head was tilted up to meet the massive machine's optic sensors. The Omni Bot's optics were flickering on and off in a rhythm she couldn't understand. Jalick must have been able to though because he was doing the same thing back at it. The wind spirit that she saw with him tried to get his attention, but Jalick was in a trance.
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The Promethean felt a pang of worry build in what was left of her chest before Jalick snapped out of it. He looked a bit dazed, his balance suddenly off. He shook his head and stared at Sophia, who stared back. He looked at the Omni Bot, then back at Sophia.
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"He says his name is Angel," Jalick said, pointing at the Omni Bot, "kind of ironic, huh? Big ol death machine named Angel?"
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Sophia shrugged, "It has a nice ring to it."
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"Angel says that the Found-a-shun called him Esse P 6801. Ring any bells?"
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Sophia thought for a moment, then gave a terse, "No."
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Of course, she had heard of the Foundation before. Part of her knew that she knew what they were quite well, but she couldn't remember why she knew that. Another part of her told her to keep that information a secret.
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Once Jalick began communicating with the Omni Bot again, Sophia turned to the screen and entered credentials she didn't know that she had. A file appeared, titled "SCP-6801".
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After a final glance in Jalick's direction, Sophia began reading.
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+As SCP-6801 utilizes nuclear fission as its primary fuel source, seventeen tons of Uranium 234 have been supplied to Site-18 and are to remain secured in a lead-lined vault in the fourteenth sublevel of the facility. SCP-6801 is only to be refueled once all significant energy reserves have been depleted. These reserves are depleted when insufficient wattage is available to carry out specific or advanced functions, such as containment of Keter-Class anomalies, the stabilization of local reality, and the neutralization of threatening reality benders. SCP-6801 is capable of file storage, performing basic maintenance, and surveillance tasks without the need to refuel.
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Description
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+SCP-6801 is the Mark III Optimum Mobile Containment & Neutralization Inquisitor, a humanoid automaton constructed by Sophia Light in May of 2021 in order to aid in the containment of anomalies. SCP-6801 is able to be remotely controlled through the use of a genetic telepathy-based empathetic sensory detail transmitter (G-TBESDT), which is embedded within the wrist and allows for the wearer to command SCP-6801 from an indefinite range.
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SCP-6801 is equipped with numerous tools that aid it in the containment, and neutralization, of anomalies, including [DATA CORRUPTED], an omnidirectional concentrated gamma radiation projectile, [DATA CORRUPTED], [DATA CORRUPTED], advanced target identification software, impalement instruments, [DATA CORRUPTED], and GPS tracking. The utilization of more lethal instruments is under review by the Ethics Committee.
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Construction of additional instances of SCP-6801 is awaiting Overseer approval.
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Missive from Director Light
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As I'm sure you're all aware, we are well and truly fucked.
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The Maxwellists are [DATA CORRUPTED] in New York and you know it. To that end, the folks down in Robotics and me have come up with a plan to stop the spread of [DATA CORRUPTED] before it becomes a city-wide or country-wide threat.
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Meet, the OMCNI Bot. Yes, I know the acronym is a nightmare. An entire city is going to be destroyed in [DATA CORRUPTED], get over yourselves.
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The OMCNI Bot is the most advanced autonomous containment unit the Foundation has ever conceived. Powered by nuclear fission (don't worry about it), this fifteen-meter tall goliath is more than capable of putting even the hardest-hitting gods down and out for the count. And that's just its physical strength! We've manufactured this thing with the best, and I mean the best containment equipment money can buy. It's virtually indestructible!
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[DATA CORRUPTED]. The OMCNI Bot has a Mark IV Hume Stabilization Device built into its chest cavity. It does not get any more real than when you're in the proximity of the OMCNI Bot.
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Those [DATA CORRUPTED] that have been attacking New York? The OMCNI Bot has [DATA CORRUPTED].
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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We have no idea what they're fully capable of. And we don't know what the future holds. This can be the fix-all solution for everything. Shouldn't we be prepared?
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~S. Light
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Sophia Light recoiled as she finished scanning the first paragraphs of the document. The Omni Bot tilted its head at her, switching its light from blue to orange. The great machine extended one of its spiny hands to the Promethean, and she wrapped herself around its finger. She let out a long sigh, nuzzling her head into the metal creature like a child would do to its parent.
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Except now they knew for certain that the roles were reversed.
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Light looked up at the Omni Bot, her undead eyes locking with its optic sensors. Then she looked at Jalick, who stood there awkwardly with his hands at his side, kicking at the dirt underneath him.
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"So…" The mech sheepishly began, "What'd it say?"
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"I definitely built it," Light began, her gaze now examining the Omni Bot's torso and legs, "First paragraph in the SCP document confirms that. Or at least someone with my name built him a long time ago but considering my um," She paused, now examining the backs of her hands, "Status, I doubt that there was someone else named Sophia Light working at the Foundation pre-Calamity."
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"Oh," Jalick replied, unsure of himself, "So that's good right?"
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"I don't know. It still doesn't say anything about how I came back. I have no idea what the Rejuvenation Project is either."
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"Rejuvenation Project?"
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"Yeah," Sophia said, pointing at the screen, "It says right here that- "
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But as the Promethean looked back at the screen to show Jalick where she'd read about the Rejuvenation Project, she realized it wasn't there. Careful eyes scanned each line of the document, each symbol, and scrambled mess of corrupted code.
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But nothing about the Rejuvenation Project was there.
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"It was… right?" She looked at Jalick, whose side-ways tilted head told Sophia that he was just as confused as she was. She scratched her head, sending flakes of dried skin into the breeze.
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A force she couldn't see snatched those flakes and flew them directly into Jalick's optics.
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"…Damn you Venti." The mech said.
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Why wasn't it there?
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The Mekhanist Invasion
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+Following the release of SCP-████ and SCP-████-A by Maxwellist administrator, Agnar Kelly, the entirety of Greene County, New York, has been evacuated. Efforts to restore the country are underway. SCP-6801 has been deployed following the approval of O5-2 to contain or exterminate residual threats in the area. Despite the catastrophic damage done to Greene County's residential areas and its surrounding forests, it is expected to support human habitation again within the year. All known residents have been administered Type D amnestics and supplied with Cover Story 77 ("Water Contamination") to explain the sudden relocation.
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Despite the success in [DATA CORRUPTED] heavy environmental destruction is present, and civilian casualties are estimated to be in the thousands. A full list of Foundation casualties has been attached to this document. The Ethics Committee has approved repurposing several eligible corpses for the Rejuvenation Project. Project details are disseminated at the discretion of Lead Researcher Amelia Kidwell.
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Partial List of Eligible Cadavers
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Doctor Elijah Character | The Department of Human Resources
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[DATA CORRUPTED] | [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Nuwalsh Cal Ecro | Undersecretary of the Department of Accountancy
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Ciara Fern | Undersecretary of the Department of Accountancy
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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Doctor Henry James Alexander Fullham | Department of Nomenclative Research
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Researcher Marcelles D. Raynes | Site-83 Lead Researcher
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Director Sophia Light | Director of Site-18
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[FULL LIST REDACTED PER RESEARCHER KIDWELL'S ORDER]
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Interview Dr. Forza Hapyeas
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+Interviewer: Researcher Umar Hadid
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Interviewed: Dr. Forza Hapyeas
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Foreward: Researcher Hadid was tasked with interviewing Dr. Hapyeas to determine the progress made on the Rejuvenation Project at the behest of O5-2, who was [DATA CORRUPTED]. Hadid's intent was to confirm that progress was [DATA CORRUPTED], and Foundation funds were not being needlessly spent.
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<Begin Log>
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Hadid: State your name for the record, please.
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Hapyeas: Forza Hapyeas, Ph.D.
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Hadid: Cool. So, Forza- [He chuckles, the coughs and regains composure], I'm sure you know why you're here. Why are we both here?
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Hapyeas: You can tell O5-2 that the project has made significant headway since its conception and early development.
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Hadid: Mhmm. And just how many of the Mekhanist invasions in New York have you and your team successfully revitalized?
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Hapyeas: We use the term Rejuvenated.
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Hadid: I don't give a fuck what you call it. Has. It. Worked?
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[Hapyeas looks down at his hands for several seconds and clears his throat.]
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Hapyeas:Not yet.
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Hadid: A little louder, please.
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Hapyeas: Damn it, man, I said not yet! These things take time, and the New York invasion has set us back at least four months. I've told this to O5-2 already. Both of you need to have some patience while I literally figure out how to defy the laws of nature. Do you know how hard this is?
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Hadid: Make it work.
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Hapyeas: Is that you or the O5 talking, Hadid?
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Hadid: I lost someone I really care about in New York. Please, Forza. Make this work.
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[DATA CORRUPTED]
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<End Log>
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Rejuvenation Project Trials
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+Several tests were performed on volunteered viable cadavers following permission granted from the Ethics Committee. The purpose of these tests was to isolate the spectral phenomenon required to allow for stable Rejuvenation to occur. Previous attempts at revitalizing the deceased had only worked in minimal capacity; the undead was incapable of speech and extremely incompetent, only able to perform rudimentary tasks at 15% efficiency compared to a living person. Stable Rejuvenation would eliminate all deficits of standard Foundation resurrection techniques.
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Subject #: 001 - Elijah Character
+Experiment: Subject was administered 50cc of mycelium phosphate1 in addition to an instance of SCP-████.
+Results: Subject's body decomposed at an accelerated rate.
+Notes: I don't understand. This compound was capable of reanimating skeletal structures to perform tasks with extreme precision. There are no variables between our previous tests and this one. What the hell is going on?
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Subject #: 002 - Thomas Payne
+Experiment: Subject was administered 100cc of mycelium phosphate in addition to being soaked in a liquid solute of 50% diluted sodium and 50% concentrated spectral essence.
+Results: Subject's body reanimated briefly before liquifying.
+Notes: We're getting somewhere. Perhaps the key lays within the spectral essence. But there's so little of it available… There must be a more reliable way to replicate these effects.
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Subject #: 050 - Marcelles Raynes
+Experiment: Subject's corpse was exposed to Eighth Level transhumanist thaumatological practices for twenty consecutive hours.
+Results: Subject's body spoke the words: "Let me out of here" before disintergrating completely.
+Notes: God damn it. We're close. This close to getting it right. I just need a little more time.
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Subject #: 099 - Sophia Light
+Experiment: Subject was exposed to SCP-447.
+Results: [DATA CORRUPTED]
+Notes: Fuck.
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Interrogation Dr. Forza Hapyeas
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+Interrogator: O5-2
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Interviewed: Doctor Forza Hapyeas
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Foreward: The interview was conducted in order to ascertain if any significant progress has been made on the Rejuvenation Project over the last four months. As SCP-6801 began showing signs of deviant behavior, such as unnecessary destruction of humanoid anomalies and Foundation property, regaining control over the anomaly through the use of Sophia Light has been established as an Alpha Level Priority.
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<Begin Log>
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O5-2: I need answers and I need them yesterday. Explain the delay.
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Hapyeas: T-the um, the soul, ma'am, it-
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O5-2: The soul?
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Hapyeas: Y-yes. We've encountered a unique spectral phenomenon across all trial runs of the Rejuvenation Project. In all previous cases, from Raynes to [DATA CORRUPTED] and everyone in between, we've encountered something and o-our evidence suggests that it's probably the um, the soul.
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O5-2: What's the issue, Forza?
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Hapyeas: See, the other people that died in the invasion, their corpses have been a virtual Christmas festival of spectral activity. Judging by the patterns in [DATA CORRUPTED], almost all of them wanted to come back. All of them except for Light.
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O5-2: So you're saying that she doesn't want to come back to our side of things?
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Hapyeas: Yes ma'am.
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[ There is silence for several seconds. A metallic bang is heard, followed by Hapyeas gasping. ]
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O5-2: Fuck. 6801 is getting out of control, and you're telling me our only way to contain it has failed?
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[ An alarm blares. The room's containment breach emergency light activates. A loud banging is heard on the other side of the door. Muffled gunfire and commands are audible. After several seconds there are screams. The screams are abruptly cut off when a wet-sounding noise is produced. ]
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O5-2: Get it under control, Forza. Now!
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Hapyeas: I-
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[ There is a crash. Then silence. ]
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<End Log>
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Sophia looked at the Omni Bot, who looked back at her with the same stone-cold indifference it always had. The giant machine was not known for its wide variety of facial expressions.
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She almost bothered to ask Jalick if he could talk to the Omni Bot for her but decided against it. Something about never asking questions about someone, or something's, past seemed like an appropriate attitude for her. It was a rule that she didn't realize she cherished, and one that she certainly did not want to break just yet. After all, it's only fair that immortals start questioning you as soon as you started questioning them.
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Instead, she said nothing. The memories from a past that the Promethean once lived had collected in the deeper wells of her mind, where they would lay for the rest of her undeath. Sophia looked at the final uncorrupted text of the SCP document and powered the machine down. Then she sealed the hatch and walked away from it, and away from the woman she used to be.
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The Promethean felt the gentle touch of the Omni Bot's spikey metal finger on her back. Jalick wore a half-cocked smile like he was trying to tell her something embarrassing but couldn't bring himself to, and Venti did what she could to bring dirt and debris in his face to disrupt whatever striking pose the mech might have been making in his mind.
In accordance with anomalous object safety protocols, SCP-6923 is only to be entered through the mouth. Boarding takes place using a specially-built ramp at the east end of SCP-6923’s containment chamber in Aquatic Zone 14A, Site-80.
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SCP-6923-A is to be interviewed at least once a week with a list of questions approved by the research heads of Project PARAGON. Interviews with SCP-6923-A are not to exceed 30 minutes in length, including the amount of time it takes to traverse to and from the entry point. Researchers are permitted to terminate interviews early if SCP-6923-A is noncooperative, or if it attempts to delay or prolong the interview process.
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At present, approximately 95.8% of the interior of SCP-6923 is covered in unknown thaumatological symbols. Researchers are reminded to never exceed 30 minutes within SCP-6923, as it is currently theorized that this is how long it takes for a new symbol to generate. If the symbols ever reach 97% coverage, contact with SCP-6923-A will be suspended indefinitely. Research is currently underway to prevent this eventuality.
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DESCRIPTION
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SCP-6923 is a large submersible transport vehicle which outwardly resembles a whale shark (Rhincodon typus) of gargantuan size. The vessel is superficially identical to a real whale shark, and its true nature can only be determined through close inspection or physical entry. It is believed to have originated from the Antediluvian Era, prior to the Great Flood, and is the only remaining artefact of the Finnfolk (Homo aquarius). Despite conflicting documentation, it is believed the Finnfolk were a civilization of aquatic, amphibious humanoids who were most likely hunted to extinction during or after the Great Flood.
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SCP-6923 is 419 meters (1,374 ft.) in length and 144 meters (471 ft.) at its widest diameter, and it has a gross tonnage of 223,000. It contains berthing and other infrastructure fit to safely accommodate up to 900 passenger and crew. It is made of a mixture of known materials and unknown organic polymers.
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SCP-6923 disrupts the ambient Akiva radiation around it, an effect which is magnified further within the interior. Chamber Delta (see below) emits a constant stream of Akiva radiation.
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Through anomalous means, large sections of SCP-6923’s interior contain features normally impossible for seafaring vessels, such as fields of grass or sources of fresh water. The interior is split into four primary chambers, labeled Alpha through Delta, each of which serves a different purpose in both the function of the ship and the well-being of its occupants. A field map of SCP-6923’s interior is included below.
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Most (95.8%) of SCP-6923's interior surfaces are covered in rune-like thaumatological symbols that are believed to be Finnfolk in origin. According to the contents of SCP-6923-B (see below), these symbols, called "Rustics," are part of a complex thaumatological "channelling." The purpose of this thaumaturgy is not fully known, but the contents of SCP-6923-B confirm that it has something to do with the release, restoration, or resurrection of “The Mither,” the name used to refer to the Finnfolk creation goddess.1
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SCP-6923-A is the result of a thaumatological reaction that takes place whenever at least one living being enters SCP-6923. Whenever this condition is met, a series of symbols inscribed on the lower wall2 in Chamber Gamma activate, causing a manifestation of an Antediluvian Finnfolk (SCP-6923-A) to appear on board. This entity is mobile, but confined to the interior of SCP-6923. SCP-6923-A remains active so long as there is at least one living being within SCP-6923, and de-manifests at the moment of the last passenger’s departure. It retains memory between activations.
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According to SCP-6923-B, the entity is named "Pallas." Interviewers are permitted to use its name in conversation in order to encourage cooperation.
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Regardless of any perceived activities SCP-6923-A performs while active (such as walking, talking, meditating, or singing) it is capable of manifesting the aforementioned rune-like symbols on the interior walls of SCP-6923. In 100% of recorded activations exceeding 30 minutes in length, camera footage revealed additional symbols on portions of the interior which had previously been bare. These symbols are permanent once manifested. Attempts to remove the symbols by breaking or scraping surfaces has no effect, as the symbols persist, appearing to “float” above the damaged surface.
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SCP-6923-B is a handmade papyrus journal bound in black cowhide. It is the only physical object recovered from within SCP-6923. Its exterior is featureless, with the exception of three rune-like symbols that have been thaumaturgically branded into the center of the front cover. It is theorized that the three symbols on SCP-6923-B comprise a small working that prevents the object from experiencing decay. See Full Documentation below for more information on SCP-6923-B.
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SCP-6923 FIELD MAP AND RECONNAISSANCE
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Map of SCP-6923, drawn on the field.
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SCP-6923 is split into four primary chambers, the first two of which are much larger than the second two. Structurally, the interior of SCP-6923 resembles the digestive tract of a sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus), despite the exterior resembling a whale shark. The reason for this discrepancy, if any, is unknown.
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The entire vessel is well-lit, as the thaumaturgical "Rustics" found throughout the interior emit a steady glow.
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CHAMBER ALPHA of SCP-6923 is a garden biome, mostly comprised of a large field containing grass, plants, and running water. It is the largest section of SCP-6923. It is believed that Chamber Alpha once supported several small species of mammal, fish, and insect, all of which have long-since died out. Despite neglect, the soil in Chamber Alpha is nutritious and viable for agricultural use.
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What little flora still remains in Chamber Alpha is markedly unique. The grass is of an unknown genus, and recovered samples of plant matter are unusually bright in color. There is a dome-like projection of the sky on the ceiling, which cycles through unique low-light colors and cloud formations not accounted for by modern meteorology.
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Chamber Alpha can be accessed through the mouth of SCP-6923. The trachea opens into an empty space which is quickly overtaken by the field. The rune-like symbols in this area can be difficult to identify, as they have manifested in minute locations, such as blades of grass.
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CHAMBER BETA of SCP-6923 is split into an upper and lower level. The upper level is the ops or control room of the vessel. SCP-6923-A normally manifests in the center of this level, although records indicate it is capable of manifesting anywhere in SCP-6923.
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The lower level comprises the berthing, or accommodations, for passengers. The lowermost levels of Chamber Beta are made up of several kitchens, storage rooms, and heads (bathrooms).
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Chamber Beta can be accessed from a large glass funnel of slowly-running water in Chamber Alpha. An individual entering the funnel will be carried up or down the stream at a safe rate of speed, an anomalous effect which is thaumaturgical in nature and believed to originate from the rune-like symbols on the surface of the funnel. The funnel is similar in both appearance and function to a pneumatic tube system, but of a size appropriate for a humanoid occupant. The author of SCP-6923-B refers to the funnels as "rennilest.3"
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This Chamber used to provide a second entrance through SCP-6923's "blowhole," which was another anomalous funnel of identical design. However, this funnel is no longer accessible due to damage sustained by agents of the Global Occult Coalition (see Discovery below).
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CHAMBER GAMMA of SCP-6923 is a radio/sonar and control room equipped with a secondary command terminal in the event of a failure in Chamber Beta. Beneath the secondary control room is a smaller berthing area and gym, which was believed to have primarily been used as a private space by the crew.
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Chamber Gamma is accessible through a causeway on the lowermost level of Chamber Beta.
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CHAMBER DELTA is believed to be equivalent to the engine room of SCP-6923.
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It is only accessible through an anomalous funnel in Chamber Gamma. The complete contents of Chamber Delta are unknown, as the funnel is completely blocked by a fleshy obstruction. The obstruction is scale-like in texture and featureless. It appears to be part of a much larger body that is pushing into the funnel from above. The funnel curves halfway down, making it impossible to see into the chamber beyond.
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DISCOVERY
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SCP-6923 was surrendered to Foundation control by the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) on October 13, 2024. According to records provided by GOC operatives, the organization had established a base on SCP-6923’s main deck and was using the vessel as an operational outpost. The GOC had regularly utilized SCP-6923-A as an informant regarding the Great Flood, the Antediluvian Era, and other elements associated with Project PARAGON.4 Coalition reports claimed their researchers failed to discover SCP-6923-A’s thaumatological abilities. The object was under continuous Coalition occupation from 2002 onward.
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Upon discovering that the spread of the symbols was a direct result of SCP-6923-A’s activation, the GOC ceased their occupation and made efforts to neutralize the anomaly through the destruction of SCP-6923 as a whole. When it became clear that this action would not destroy the thaumaturgy itself, the GOC probed Foundation information networks with the intent of initiating a handoff. Negotiations were completed within a week and SCP-6923 was designated and moved to Site-80, Aquatic Zone 14A.
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ADDENUM 01: SCP-6923-A INTERVIEW PROTOCOL
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The following interview excerpt has been included as an example of SCP-6923-A’s uncooperative behavior. Interviewers assigned to SCP-6923-A should review this part of the file before interacting with the entity.
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VIDEO LOG (PARTIAL)
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DATE: 10/27/2024
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SUBJECT: SCP-6923-A
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INTERVIEWER: Dr. D. Gooris (SCP-6923 Research Head, Clearance Level 4)
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[TIMESTAMP: 06:16]
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DR. GOORIS: Have you ever encountered one of the Primeval Demons?
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SCP-6923-A: It would be quite the story if I had.
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DR. GOORIS: Have you ever encountered one of the great profanities?
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06:32:SCP-6923-A only laughs.
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DR. GOORIS: Is the Global Occult Coalition in possession of an object or entity resembling a faerie princess?
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SCP-6923-A: I do not know.
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DR. GOORIS: What is the last known location of the entity you refer to as the Mither?
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SCP-6923-A:(scoffs) How little you know of the world, that you would demand I tell you how to "find" a concept. Does the turtle make trips to the sun, just because he can feel its light on his shell?
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DR. GOORIS: Just answer the question, Pallas.
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SCP-6923-A: No. It is the wrong question.
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DR. GOORIS:(sighing) What is the right question?
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SCP-6923-A: When will you allow the great work?
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[END LOG]
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Dr. D. Gooris terminated the interview shortly after this exchange. This is an appropriate example of a situation in which personnel are authorized to end the interview early.
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Researchers are encouraged to be sympathetic to the anomaly, but DO NOT make any suggestion or implication that it will be permitted to complete its “channelling.” Foundation thaumaturgists theorize that the amount of Elan-Vital Energy built up within SCP-6923, as well as the Akiva radiation emanating from it, would be sufficient to level the continent where Site-80 is located. Under no circumstances can the thaumaturgy aboard SCP-6923 be allowed to reach its completion. It is recommended that personnel do not acknowledge any reference to the “great work” at all, and instead redirect the conversation towards approved topics.
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SCP-6923-B — FULL DOCUMENTATION
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SCP-6923-B was roughly made with a single piece of cured cowhide and 40 (forty) pages of reed papyrus, and handstitched using thick leather twine. Carbon dating places the materials at ≥200,000 years old. The meaning of the three rune-like symbols on the cover are unknown; but their function is clearly to prevent the book from aging.
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The author of SCP-6923-B is a wizard, most likely Daevite in origin, who was active before and during the Great Flood. References to "a great wizard of the great sea" are found in other Antediluvian documents, and are currently theorized to be a referring to SCP-6923-B's author. It is unknown if this subject is actually the figure he claims to be in the text, but this is assumed likely.
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It is believed that this subject is responsible for the Daevite working aboard SCP-6923, which activates SCP-6923-A. Efforts to find the subject's current whereabouts and/or remains are underway.
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Complete scans of the pages of SCP-6923-B are included below. No changes or redactions were deemed necessary.
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The remaining pages of SCP-6923-B are empty, save for the last two. The penultimate page has the start of what appears to be a letter. The text has been rendered illegible, as nearly the entire page has been meticulously blacked out with ink.
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The final page of the journal has been scanned below.
On December 24, Dr. Gooris entered SCP-6923 to complete a scheduled interview with SCP-6923-A. Upon reaching the “main deck” portion of Chamber Beta, Dr. Gooris found that she was unable to locate SCP-6923-A.
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Installed cameras show Dr. Gooris moving towards the inner wall of the main deck, leading to the lower levels of Chamber Beta. She puts her hand on a Rustic-covered wall. She sees something around the corner and immediately puts her hands together in a pleading gesture. Shortly thereafter, there is a bright flash of light from in front of Dr. Gooris. When the camera readjusts, Dr. Gooris is not visible, and a large pool of blood lines the inner wall of the main deck.
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Despite being flagged by Site-80’s AIC, the footage was not reviewed by a human representative until two days later. As a result of the holiday, Dr. Gooris had gone into the containment chamber unattended; but she had notified other on-site containment staff of the situation in advance. The appropriate first responders failed to check the AIC's notifications. The involved parties have been reprimanded and an inquiry with the Ethics Committee is underway.
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A Response Team consisting of three (3) thaumaturgically-trained agents were sent into SCP-6923 to locate Dr. Gooris. Her body was found in the grass in Chamber Alpha, her feet having been removed at the ankles. Analysis concludes that Dr. Gooris was dismembered by an unknown thaumatological working on the main deck, likely of Daevite origin. She then attempted to drag herself to the exit before ultimately hemorrhaging to death.
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It is believed that it took approximately 6-8 hours for Dr. Gooris to completely exsanguinate. Under these conditions, It was theorized that SCP-6923-A would have had enough time to create 12-16 new symbols; however, analysis of interior footage suggests that SCP-6923-A was able to create closer to 50 (fifty) before Dr. Gooris’s death. Coverage of SCP-6923 is now estimated at approximately 99.2%.
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Following this incident, Dr. A. Kraken was requisitioned for interrogation.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 12/28/2024
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SUBJECT: SCP-6923-A
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INTERVIEWER: Dr. A. Kraken ([DATA EXPUNGED], Clearance Level 4)
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[TIMESTAMP: 06:45]
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06:47:Dr. A. Kraken and her armed escort successfully cross Chamber Alpha in a little under seven (7) minutes. They enter the main deck in Chamber Beta.
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07:09:SCP-6923-A is found. It is sitting in the captain’s chair, in front of the position on the floor where it would usually meditate. It meets Dr. Kraken's gaze.
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DR. KRAKEN: Hello, SCP-6923-A. My name is Kraken.
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SCP-6923-A: After what I have done, I am surprised they would send anyone at all.
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DR. KRAKEN: Maybe you haven’t given your situation as much thought as you think you have, SCP-6923-A.
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SCP-6923-A: My name is Pallas.
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DR. KRAKEN: Yes, it is. Just so you know, I was brought onto this inquiry with permission to approach it in any way I see fit. And I've chosen to call you SCP-6923-A, SCP-6923-A. (Pause) Why did you hurt Dr. Gooris?
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SCP-6923-A: No. It is that Lady Deneath hurt me.
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DR. KRAKEN: Really, is that what you think?
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SCP-6923-A: It is not a thought, but a fact. I presume you have read my only book.
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DR. KRAKEN: What does Jonah’s journal have to do with—
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SCP-6923-A: You know that I am dead. That is the only reason for my mention of it, is to remind you of this. For Lady Deneath to bring me back time and again, feeding me with the false hope of the completion of my work… she hurt me, I assure you. (Pause) Do you know, she was so much like Jonah. He came back, too, after doing the Mither's work. It is when he taught me how to do things like hold myself in time, or cripple my enemy. He believed in my great work. And then one day, he didn’t. He had given in to his narrow, frightened mind. That was when he left his journal, and asked me to preserve it. Just as he fled from the Mither, he fled from me. Just as Deneath fled from me. But I will never leave. I am always here. I am always right where they left me.
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DR. KRAKEN: So Jonah did come back to SCP-6923 after going to Yllitan.
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SCP-6923-A: Only of course. We were bonded.
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DR. KRAKEN: What happened to Yllitan? I'm assuming he told you.
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SCP-6923-A: It means nothing.
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DR. KRAKEN: But—
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SCP-6923-A: Tell me what is more dreadful, Lady Kraken: a kindly god turned wicked, or a wicked god made worse?
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DR. KRAKEN: A kindly god turned wicked.
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SCP-6923-A: Why?
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DR. KRAKEN: Because a kind god doesn't know when to stop.
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SCP-6923-A: Precisely.
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DR. KRAKEN: …Aw, but now I want to change my answer. Call me naive, but I think we should hold onto the hope that the good guys stay good.
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09:13:SCP-6923-A gestures around himself.
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SCP-6923-A: Hope only traps you in place.
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When Jonah left me again, I forgave him. After my time in your era, I have come to regret that decision.
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Deneath, I did not forgive.
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I think you understand my meanings, Lady Kraken, where she did not. It is a shame that you have come to me too late to be of use.
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DR. KRAKEN: Pallas…
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SCP-6923-A: Does this answer your questions about her death?
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DR. KRAKEN: …It's enough.
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SCP-6923-A: Then I shall not speak again, unless it is in answer to the news that I am allowed to complete my great work.
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[END LOG]
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NOTE: Following this interview, all entry into SCP-6923 has been suspended indefinitely.
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ADDENDUM 03: EXCERPT FROM INTERVIEW LOG 6923-032
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Following the completion of her inquiry, Dr. A. Kraken has requested the following interview excerpt to be added to the SCP-6923 file, as it provides context for the events leading up to Incident PARA066-6923.
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The first responder personnel involved in Dr. D. Gooris's death have been demoted and reassigned.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 12/04/2024
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SUBJECT: SCP-6923-A
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INTERVIEWER Dr. D. Gooris
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[TIMESTAMP: 06:08]
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DR. GOORIS: Good afternoon, Pallas. I have a new list of questions for you today.
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SCP-6923-A: Interesting.
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DR. GOORIS: Is it?
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SCP-6923-A: No. Only what interests me is that it is afternoon. The only time of day I know of is that which you bring me.
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06:41:Dr. Gooris refers to her list of pre-approved questions.
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DR. GOORIS: What caused SCP-6923 to become trapped in the seamounts, and how did you free it?
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SCP-6923-A: What does it matter?
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DR. GOORIS: It could matter.
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07:07:SCP-6923-A is silent.
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DR. GOORIS: How is SCP-6923 operated?
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SCP-6923-A: Were I to tell you this, it would make no difference. You know the engine is blocked.
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DR. GOORIS: But Jonah describes it swimming. According to the documentation, that was after the obstruction was already in place.
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07:34:SCP-6923-A is silent.
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DR. GOORIS: What other visitors did you have after Jonah?
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SCP-6923-A: You care too much about the dead, and pay no heed to the present.
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DR. GOORIS: Well. Enlightening, as always. Time for the walk back.
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07:52:Dr. Gooris rises to leave.
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SCP-6923-A: Do you even gain from this ritual?
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DR. GOORIS: What?
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SCP-6923-A: You come here for minutes at a time with few enough questions to fit in one of your unwebbed hands. Time over I tell you that you are asking the wrong thing, and still you come back just to ask again. You are so paranoid, you walk the fields of the Mitherarsteinn each and every time your little list is updated. And for what? I gain more out of this than you ever will.
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DR. GOORIS: Pallas, I’m not here just to get answers. Finding a way to talk to you is a moral imperative. Would you rather we put your whale in a big tank and clipped its mouth shut?
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SCP-6923-A: It is not a whale. It is a fish.
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08:40:Silence.
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SCP-6923-A: My previous company, your Coalition, were preferable. At least they had the decency to… There is a colloquialism one of their soldiers used. “Hang out”?
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DR. GOORIS: If you answer my questions, I have a reason to stay and talk with you longer.
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SCP-6923-A: You, who would offer companionship like bait on a hook? I would rather you leave quickly.
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DR. GOORIS:(angrily) And as you can see, I was just—
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SCP-6923-A: I have told you what will make me talk. Let me channel and I will talk.
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DR. GOORIS: The answer is no.
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09:23:Silence. Dr. Gooris visibly hesitates.
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DR. GOORIS: Pallas, I will never have approval for you to complete your thaumaturgy. The Foundation isn’t going to allow that. Neither would the Coalition. Haven’t you figured that out for yourself? It’s the reason they turned you over.
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09:40:Silence.
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DR. GOORIS: I’ve been honest with you, haven’t I? And you’ve been honest with us. You said yourself that you don’t even know if the spell will work.
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SCP-6923-A: And therefore I am condemned to never try?
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DR. GOORIS: A thaumatological process of this size… It’s just too dangerous, Pallas. If you lost your focus, you’d drain half the oceans of earth. At best.
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SCP-6923-A: I have not lost focus for over two hundred thousand years.
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DR. GOORIS: I mean what I'm saying to you. I'm not just here for information. You would be alone otherwise. Are you still aware when no one is on board? I've asked you that question before, and you never answer. Christmas is coming up, and you're going to be alone, and I don't know if you're going to be aware or not. (Pause) Look, I… I shouldn’t be talking to you like this.
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SCP-6923-A: Why? Because it gives me more time to put Rustics where you are not looking?
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DR. GOORIS: …The answer is no, Pallas.
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12:03:Silence. Dr. Gooris turns and approaches the funnel to Chamber Alpha.
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SCP-6923-A: Only your ritual makes no difference, Lady Deneath! For one day the Foundation will be gone, but I will still be here. And the next person to come along will be the one who enables my great work. All I require is time!
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12:27:Dr. Gooris does not respond. The funnel hatchway is heard closing, out of view of the camera.
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SCP-6923-A: All I need is your time.
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12:36:SCP-6923-A does not resume a meditative position the way it normally does. It remains standing, looking in the direction of the funnel hatchway, until it de-manifests alongside Dr. Gooris’s departure from SCP-6923.
WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT IS NOT AUTHORIZED TO BE LISTED IN THE SCP FOUNDATION ANOMALY DATABASE
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Access to this document is strictly prohibited, unless under the circumstance of authorized personnel viewing it with the permission of their respective site's head internet technician or a higher ranking superior. Otherwise, please report the existence of this document to your supervisor.
My name is Adrian Walker. I am a security guard at Site-47. There has been a disaster at the site. I am holed up in Office 3-024 right now. I need help, or I'm going to die.
Alright, I got the really important thing out there. If anyone is reading this, no, this isn't some new SCP, this isn't some bullshit memetic trap that's going to make you want to walk off a cliff or make your head explode, or something. I'm in Researcher Wise's Office. He had his computer open. He's got the clearance, so I just went and chose a spot and started typing into the SCP catalogue. No better way to call for help then put the entire Foundation on alert over some random new entry, eh?
You know what? I've got nothing to do, I've got a computer, the site's on lockdown so I can't leave anyway, and I've heard that keeping busy can help get rid of stress. So what the hell. I'll tell you what's been going on at Site-47. For posterity, or some shit. Just make sure you read this once you get me out of here.
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It all started a week ago. I was at Researcher Wise's-no, that feels weird, I'll just call him Harry. I was at Harry's birthday party a week ago. It really makes me feel like a kid to say that, but it's one of the few things the site manager will ever let us take extra breaks to do. It's a tradition to throw as many surprise birthday celebrations as we can, and random people from different departments will join in. Can you blame us when we work for some bitchy manager who won't give us a break from sunrise to sunset except for lunch hour? Anyway.
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It felt like half of the site was waiting quietly in that dark cafeteria until lunchtime. Once we heard him walk in and mumble to himself, confused, it all came out like a dam breaking, it was awesome. Lights went on, party poppers went off, that stuff. The echoey ass room made it sound like we were singing "Happy Birthday," over radio static, but still. Half of the singers seemed to dip out at "Happy birthday dear Harry." but that's just part of the tradition at this point.
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And, as usual, 90% of the people there didn't even talk to the poor guy. Everyone just got their cake and coffee and divided into their departments and made small talk, like they're high school cliques, or some shit. At least I talked to him, us SCP-4265 guys, we stick togeth
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Fuck, what was that? I just ducked under the desk from that noise. That was a loud ass sound, it was cracking, or something. It was too wet to be metal or something like that. Maybe it was just someone dying down the hall? Probably.
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Anyway, Harry is actually a good friend of mine. I guess you can call him my best friend. When your job is to stand over a guy for hours and make sure some freak accident doesn't take him out, you tend to either bond with him or barely even know his name. It seems I was more of the first case.
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We were just standing around shooting the shit, and I gifted him a bottle of rum. I just had it around my room, I thought he would enjoy. Then, we overheard some of these MTF guys based at our site, Iota-17, I think, and they were talking about their next assignment.
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"You heard about the next mission we're going on yet?" One said.
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"No, I've been trying to avoid the commander after the whole door incident thing." Another said, chuckling. I have absolutely no idea what was going on between them, by the way. MTFs don't talk to us rent-a-cops.
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"We're going out tomorrow. Some Chaos Insurgency guys set up shop not too far from us in the woods, in one of the old temporary containment facilities from before the site finished construction. I guess they think they're being sneaky. It's quiet, but the brass wants us to clear it out before they hit us when we're down."
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"Fuck…what do they even have over there?"
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"The commander did some drone recon. An APC, a few troopers, and a biohazard transport truck. He thinks the truck is important, seeing all the guards that were around it, but everything's been moved underground now."
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Harry heard this, and he got way too excited. He should have mild interest at most, but he walked over to these guys and grilled them to hell. When they leave, where they're leaving from, what they know about that truck, if there's something anomalous in it, that stuff. They were getting more and more pissed at his barrage of questions, but then, he popped the big one:
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"Would you mind if I went with you?" He asked one of them. If a slightly overweight 40 year old man could do puppy dog eyes, that's what Harry was doing. Unsurprisingly, the MTF guys told him to go pound sand.
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It was weird, but Harry's always been a sort of a strange dude, and, hey, when you're a good listener, that's all I really need at work. He doesn't seem to really get it when people don't want to talk, pretty immature in a lot of ways, way too interested in stuff like true crime (I know everyone has some interest in that, but he likes it in a w
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Fuck, there it was again! Same shit. Wet cracking sound, I dive under the desk, pretty much piss myself, and it goes away. It's going to take a full day to finish this shit at this rate.
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So, I could tell you how it went during that raid on the Chaos Insurgency, but I could just show you. I'd bet Harry's weird ass had it saved somewhere on this computer, anyway.
It probably would've taken less time to do this if those two screams in the hall didn't fuck up my train of thought, but I found something. Harry had some of Iota-17's video from when they were out last week saved on this thing. They probably sent it to him when he transferred to his new project.
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Operation Video Log Transcript
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Date: 05/27/15
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Assigned Unit: Mobile Task Force Iota-17 "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah"
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Subject: Chaos Insurgency-Occupied Former Temporary Containment Site
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Team Lead: I17-Com
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Team Members: I17-1, I17-2, I17-3, I17-4
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Mobile Task Force Iota-17 arrived at the occupied site with no sight of hostiles. Video footage begins as Iota-17 enters the subterranean section of the facility via a side entrance staircase. The interior of the facility is entirely unilluminated, so the video begins as scotopic footage.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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I17-Com: I'll scout this out. Stay here, guys.
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I17-Com cautiously advances into the facility, his firearm raised and trained on the dark corridor in front of him. The sound of I17-Com's footsteps indicate that he is stepping through small pools of liquid, though the green coloration of the scotopic footage makes the liquid uncertain in identification.
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I17-2: Is it just me, or does it smell in here?
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I17-3: No kidding, something fucking died down here.
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I17-Com reaches a divergence in the corridor and stops moving forward.
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Site Command: Iota-17, we have not ascertained anything with the instruments located on your uniforms that would signify the presence of the occupying hostiles. However, there has been no monitored movement of the Chaos Insurgency from this location, so it is likely that they still occupy the site.
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I17-Com: Alright, we'll stay on alert as we continue. Squad, turn on your flashlights, and be prepared to turn them off at the first sign of trouble.
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I17-3: They probably fucked off as soon as we noticed them.
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I17-1: Let's not take that chance. Don't want one of those bastards to shoot us in our backs because we're strolling down the hall making a shitload of noise.
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All squad members of Iota-17 activate their respective head bound flashlights. While surveying the immediate area, I17-4 discovers that there are many small pools of water accumulated on the floor. It is also discovered there are numerous bullet holes in the ceiling, walls, and floor.
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I17:-3 Shit went down here, man.
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I17-Com: It looks like they shot through the roof and into the piping above us. That's why there's water everywhere.
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I17-4: The tiles are all soggy, too. They may have shorted the wires in the ceiling with those leaky pipes' water.
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I17-2: Let's ponder on this thought later, okay?
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I17-4: Well, if we know why the lights are off, maybe we can turn them on, can't we?
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I17-2: We have flashlights for a reason, man.
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I17-4: Alright, alright.
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The squad moves together as they navigate down the right path of the corridor divergence. Immediately as they turn the corner, I17-3 makes contact with a human corpse, clothed in the uniform of a Chaos Insurgency rifleman, in a sitting position on the floor. I17-3, directing his gaze towards the cadaver stumbles backward in response. The cause of death seems to have been from one round shot through the head, as evidenced by the hole in the cadaver's temporal bone the pistol laying besides the corpse.
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I17-3: Fuck, fuck!
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I17-2: Shut up! Don't fuck this up-
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I17-Com: Both of you, quiet down, this is important. Command, we've discovered a dead body of a Chaos Insurgent who seems to have committed suicide. What is your recommended course of action?
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Site Command: It is noted, I17-Com. Proceed with greater caution.
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I17-Com: Affirmative. Stay vigilant, guys.
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I17-4: Yes, sir.
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I17-3: Don't need to tell me twice.
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The squad continues forward cautiously until it is necessary to make a turn in the corridor. All members of the squad turn the corner, training their rifles down the hallway.
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I17-1: Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus…
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Iota-17's path is largely obstructed by the mutilated corpses of several members of the Chaos Insurgency located further down the corridor. There are various limbs, organs, and tissues attached to multiple locations on the ceiling, walls, and floor of the corridor. There are three corpses visible in the footage. One corpse is relatively intact. The cadaver in question is bifurcated, as two halves of the corpse are attached to the parallel walls of the corridor, as a collapsed rib cage connects the two disconnected sides. All of the mutilated corpses' various parts are attached to their respective surface by a gray substance. The corridor has many bullet holes in its walls, floor, and ceiling. From some of these openings, flammable gases are escaping into the surrounding area.
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I17-2: Holy shi-shit.
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I17-3: Jesus fuck! What the hell happened here?
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I17-2: Better question, what the hell did this?
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I17-3: That better not be three kidneys on the fucking ceiling?
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I17-Com: Enough, guys!
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I17-4: Do you think it's all that gray stuff holding them to the walls?
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I17-Com: Maybe, it looks like glue. It could hold them to the walls, but glue can't mutilate a squad of armed troopers.
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I17-4: Maybe some sort of reprisal killing. Mutineers?
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I17-Com: Even if they're rebels of some kind, I doubt they'd go so far to make an artery spider web with their bodies and then scatter the pieces around.
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I17-2: Maybe it's some-
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I17-3: Fuck! Look out!
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A small, gray, imperfectly spherical mass appears from the gray matter connecting the corpses to their respective surfaces. It begins to accelerate towards the squad, occasionally bouncing off the ground as it advances.
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I17-4: You think it's what did this?
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I17-Com: I'd rather not find out. Open fire!
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The squad members of Iota-17 begin to fire upon the small gray object. The rounds seem to neither damage the object, nor substantially impede its movement. The object continues to advance on the squad.
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I17-3: Kill it! Kill it!
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The squad's fire ignites the flammable gas escaping from the bullet holes in the wall. The gray object is engulfed by the flame, ceases movement, and begins to pulsate on the floor. The combustion quickly ends, as the flammable gas is incinerated.
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I17-Com: Cease fire!
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The squad ceases fire.
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I17-1: You think the bastard's dead?
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I17-Com: You know what, Amir? I don't want to know.
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[END LOG]
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Mobile Task Force Iota-17 was recalled to Site-47 shortly after the events of this video log. The unit later returned to the site armed with incendiary weapons, and was instructed to capture and contain the anomaly within the abandoned temporary containment site later that day. They discovered that all of the members of the occupying unit of the Chaos Insurgency had expired, the majority of them due to mutilation. The anomaly described in this video log and five others similar to it were captured, moved to Site-47, and contained. The site's entrances were then sealed, as to ensure that any undetected anomalies do not escape the site.
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Yep, that's pretty much it. Fuckheads in the Chaos Insurgency killed themselves with their own weapon. Pretty ironic, huh?
So, whatever the hell was in that place came over to Site-47 by the next morning. I wasn't too excited about it, just another thing that can easily kill me stored five minutes from where I sleep. But Harry was all over that shit like a kid with candy.
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He waited for it to come in at, like, 2 A.M. just to catch a glimpse. Then he was pissed at work that day because it was in a box covered with a sheet. But that didn't discourage him, he asked to transfer over to the new project on it. That upset me, because then I had no one to talk to at work. Except Jackie, but still. If you care, she's another one of my coworkers. Sometimes we sat together at lunch and bitched about whatever was the problem that day.
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Now that I think about it, he really could'
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FUCK. What the fuck was that? Heard something just fall the fuck over, like a BANG sound, then the emergency lights went out. At least they're flickering now, but damn it, man.
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Anyway, Harry gushed about this new skip all the time when I saw him. I'll be honest, I tuned most of it out, but this fucking thing didn't even get a number designation yet, and it seemed to be all he talked about.
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I remember some stuff. It doesn't like heat. It's smarter than most balls of gray goo. There was something about duplication or some shit, and also them squeezing through cracks. That probably explains why they kept it in what's pretty much an airtight oven. But that's all I remember him saying.
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This went on for about a week. That brings us to today.
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It all started at lunch hour, 12 P.M. We're eating the usual slop given to us, today was cube steaks, or at least whatever chemicals trick you into thinking you're eating that. The day was just the usual garbage all around.
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Then, there was noise in the vents. Shit sounded almost watery, but like it was tumbling at the same time. My best comparison would be dumping Jell-O down a metal slide, except a hell of a lot louder. We get pests all the time up there, but this wasn't some rat scampering down the vent, it made everyone shut the fuck up and listen. It stopped for a moment. I even heard a couple dumbasses try to start up their conversation again. Then, the lights flickered. People stood up. They came back. Everyone's just confused. Then, they went off for good. Like, red emergency lights go on, everyone panics sort of shit.
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That god damn watery sound got louder and louder, but eventually stopped for a moment. Then, I saw the vent about twenty feet above the floor fucking GUSH with gray shit, colored red by the emergency lights.
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Now, none of us knew what that stuff was. It looked to me like the room was flooding, it was pretty much a straight stream of that gooey stuff. I wish I was right that it was just water, we could've just called the plumber and ended it there. But when that stream started separating into little balls of goo? Fuck…
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Now, I'm a security guard. I'm supposed to have some authority, responsibility to those I protect, or whatever. But I don't get paid 15 bucks an hour to be a hero to a couple of lab coats. So I ran. I was booking it out of that damn cafeteria, I wasn't going to risk anything with those things. Good thing too, I was right near the door. Definitely closer to it than most others in that room. Punish me when you get me out of here, I don't give a shit anymore.
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Now, I got out of there before most of the people in the cafeteria could escape. I looked back. Damn, I was lucky. One bastard hit the emergency lockdown button on my side of the opening, and the big ass doors to the place started coming down. People were climbing over each other to rush out of that entrance before it was too late. Security guards, fellow cowards like me, were pushing aside old scientists to get out of the room in the rush. I didn't know what the goo even did then, all I knew was that my coworkers were turning into animals to escape it, and people were dropping like flies in the back of the stampede.
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Shit didn't get real until the door came all the way down. There's a reason there are alarms blaring and lights flashing when they lower, you're supposed to lock your ass down. They stop for nothing, including people. Five people got stuck in the door as it came down. I wish they just left themselves to the goo. The worst part of it is that your body is too well made to get cut cleanly with that sort of thing. The one guy who had his head split open when he tried to slide under the door was the lucky one. The door pins you down, it chokes you, it crushes your insides. All their faces, the terror, mostly. Or maybe it's surprise? Their eyes fucking bulged from that shit. Now that I think of it, that's probably what a tick feels when you squeeze it. Not enough room anymore, all that excess gas and guts has got to go somewhere. Those fucking faces…
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In just that one room, I'd guess the site lost around half its staff. Most of the researchers, a few D-Class, all of Iota-17. Pretentious jackasses died like the rest of the rent-a-cops. The site manager is gone, too. I guess we'll get some actual break time now, huh? Don't need to throw those surprise birthday parties anymore.
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This really is just one big surprise party, isn't it? We've had a hell of a surprise, for sure. Bitch probably has a surprise party waiting for her in hel
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Shit. It's those noises again. I gotta hurry this up. There's something that comes by the room constantly, it's like a bunch of bouncy balls going up and down the hall. I can't type when they're close, this keyboard makes so much fucking noise. I hear footsteps upstairs. I hope they're clean-up guys, maybe they broke the site lockdown. Probably not, I'd bet they're just some poor bastards wandering around for no reason. Whatever, whatever is in the hall probably heard me anyway. It's probably good that I was cut off, though, no reason to get all vindictive now.
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So, the door closed. Not fully, but for whatever reason, the tsunami of gray didn't come out the opening at the bottom. Probably from the bodies all piled up on the other side.
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It wasn't over yet, obviously. I realized then that I was still holding my food tray there. I saved the fucking cube steak from that room. Not a person, not even something valuable. Just some chemicals pretending to be beef. And it saved my life. Funny how those things work.
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What I mean by that is what happened just after I got out. I'm looking around, totally lost. Hell, an emergency wasn't even technically declared yet. Half of Site-47 was gone, and the guards up top didn't even know to call for help.
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For whatever reason, one of those little gray goo fuckers was on its own. Probably got lost in the wave that flooded the cafeteria. Bastard literally rolled into the room and stopped. It didn't even notice me for a second. I stared that shit down for multiple seconds. I know it saw me. We were just waiting for what the other would do, like a damn cowboy showdown. That was, until it jumped at me. Fast.
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What happened then is just a blur, really. I jumped when it did that. More importantly, I threw up my arms to protect myself. It wouldn't have helped. I also threw my lunch tray up, and the food flew in a different directions. Somehow, the gray shit hit the cube steak midair and just…stopped. Thing was jumping at me at around 20 miles per hour, and it just totally stopped moving in the air and fell to the ground when it hit that shitty little cube steak.
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The goo took my food to the ground with it, too. The shit started spreading out on the floor, but kinda slowly, though. The steak got stretched out with it, then was slowly torn apart. In what was maybe two minutes, that fist-sized goo sphere spread out to cover half the floor, and little meat chunks dotted the area it covered.
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Have you ever messed with clay? You know how, if you press it out wide enough, like you're making a pizza, it gets thinner and thinner, and eventually it tears? Yeah, imagine that it's not your clay that breaks up. Instead, it's your fucking hand that's torn apart as the goo spreads out and takes you with it. That's pretty much what the gray ball things do.
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About that time, if the screams from the cafeteria and the spreading goo shit weren't enough, I realized it was probably for the best to get the hell out of there. I just booked it out of that room. After about 30 seconds of sprinting, finally, the alarms started blaring. Full site lockdown, and all that shit. That finally made me stop and think.
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I couldn't get out, no one was coming for awhile, and there was nowhere to go. So, I decided to go to Harry's room. It wasn't too far from where I was, maybe half way across the facility. No real reason not to, and, hey, at least that would mean I could go out sipping cheap rum with him when I got there. And who else was going to risk the goo noticing them to harbor me in their hiding spot, fucking Jackie?
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So, I started walking. I felt weirdly confident. I had my pistol and a direction to go, more than most people stuck in this hellhole with me. The room after the next put an end to that confidence early on, though.
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That room was a kind of intersection, the facility is fucking full of those. I thought I would keep going, until I heard woman a scream from the room off to the right. Not even really a scream of terror. More of a disgusted scream, an "Ew, what is this shit?" sort of yell. I looked over to the right. The door was open a crack. Like the dumbass I am, I ran over to see what was going on. I flung open that door, it was a janitor's closet.
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In that closet was Jackie (or Researcher McCarthy, if you want to search her up on the employee list.) She was standing under the vent on the wall of the room. The goo had glued her hand to the wall, and she was trying push off of it with her foot. She turned to look at me. She looked concerned, but not like she knew she was already dead.
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"Fuck," She muttered. "Adrian, help me pull my hand off."
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"Yeah." I said, and God, that goo is strong. I wouldn't be surprised if it's impossible to make it let go. I grabbed her arm and pulled as well, and we got nowhere. The goo spread out more, and her occasional mutterings of "Ow." became more like repeatedly saying "shit" and "fuck."
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About the time the gray goo flattened out to look like a pancake on the wall, I stopped pulling on Jackie's arm and pulled out my gun. I aimed at the parts around her hand and shot the goo a couple times. It did nothing except freak her out more. She looked back at me. There was no more disgust, just panic now. She was swearing like a sailor, she was pulling her arm back even harder than when she started. Nothing. I didn't think of it then, but the goo was tearing her knuckle apart right then.
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Then, another fucking goo ball fell from the vent and landed on her head. She tried to tear it off, but all she managed was getting her other hand stuck to her head. A third ball fell from the vent, it hit the ground and glued her foot to the floor. A fourth one came from the vent and jumped out at me. I slammed the door. The thing left a dent in the God damn metal. I repeatedly yelled "I'm sorry, Jackie." as I ran away, while she screamed back for me to get my ass back there. Whoever is reading this, don't open Supply Closet 2-003 unless you really want to see what's in there.
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Fuck, and just as I write that, that bouncing sound comes back! It slowed down by my room this time. That isn't good, I'd imagine. Those people upstairs are still there, too, they better hurry their asses up.
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So, I ran until I couldn't hear Jackie's screaming anymore. What was it, a good thirty seconds of straight sprinting? However long it was, I then started walking , and I moved like that for a good ten minutes without much happening. That was until I ran into another poor guy in a hall. Thank God the emergency lights were on, I wouldn't want to see that clearly.
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He was a fellow security guard, but I didn't know him. Poor bastard probably came in and had no idea what was going on. He was glued to the floor, I think his foot got stuck in one of the goo balls and he fell on his back. Whatever the hell happened, it wasn't pretty.
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His head was a good 15 feet away from his leg, that's how far this goo shit spreads. The goo wasn't really gray anymore. It was all red, and not because of the emergency lights. Big ass splotches of blood were around his limbs, and they were all over the place. His hand seemed to have rode with the goo as it began to climb the wall, and it hung onto it by the stump. It was like it was offering me a high five. His torso stayed mostly intact, somehow, but it didn't really even look human. The goo didn't tear him entirely apart, it more took the legs and arms to random areas in the hall and left the body almost caved in. The skeleton was slowly coming out through the back, the goo had gripped his tailbone and intestines after his upper and lower halves split. Everything above the shoulders was deflated, the skull was being dragged downwards and moving everything aside as it went, so his head was just skin. His brain was probably around where his heart should've been at that moment. Most importantly to me, though, was that this "Saw" style shit was in my way. I had to make a detour.
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The trip was a little bloodier after that. I ran into a few more people. All dead, of course. I think the most striking was the guy who was dead on the ground near the rec room. His chest had burst open, and there were all these little cuts all over him, particularly his head. His face wasn't really a face by then, it was just all red. His arms were around five feet above him, glued to the fucking walls on opposite ends. The goo pretty much crucified him.
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Actually, one might've still been alive. The crap had some poor lady by the face. She wasn't moving, but she wasn't limp, either. I think she just gave up. If I stayed for a few minutes, I think she would've looked like Ghost Rider, but without the fire.
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I myself even had some run-ins with the ball form goo shit. They either move alone sneakily, or in packs. I remember standing behind an open door near the armory, and maybe 200 baseball sized gray fuckers came rolling down the door I was about to walk through. Elementary school hide-and-seek tactics, I know, but they're only smart for gray goo standards.
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Finally, I came around Harry's office. I knew already that he was probably the first to die, his new office was right next to the goo's containment chamber. I walked by that chamber, too, and the open door and low heat inside that thing made me think that, somehow, the goo multiplied when the room got cooler at some point, then got out when someone opened the door. Makes no sense, but that's the shit I've got.
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The first thing I did was visit the generator room that was just down the hall. What was important to me was that the generators handles the non-critical internet service in the facility, and emergency generators don't cover that. If I wanted to call for help in any way that's fast at all, I needed power.
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And you can probably guess how well that went, seeing how I'm writing this shit in the database now. The generators were fucked, I don't know how, but they were scorched on the outside. I think the goo got inside them and short circuited them, or something. At least I know the goo got the engineer, the guy was pretty much tangled in a web of the gray stuff between two generators. He wasn't even killed like the rest of them, I'm pretty sure he was covered in so much of that crap he suffocated in it. It was like a God damn spider got him, like how they wrap up the stuff they catch in silk. The only part of him not stuck in that shit was his arm reaching out, like he was drowning.
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So, I had nothing to do in that room, and I went down to Harry's office. It was open a crack, so I pretty much knew what happened before I went in.
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Yep, Harry was dead in there. Wasn't really a shocker to me. He wasn't like the other dead guys, though. He was just lying on the floor, totally bloated. He was a big guy, but not that fat, it looked like he had been rotting there for days. He didn't even look like a person, he just had a big lump in his gut and he lowered from either side. His round cheeks, his double chin, his arched back, it was all just bloat, a blob. Fucker was like a beached whale. Gray shit was coming out every hole in his body like roots. Out the mouth, the nose, hell, it pushed his eyes out the sockets and were coming out of his head. Did the goo somehow get in his mouth?
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And, after three hours of writing next to that, I've written up to now. Fuck! Now I have nothing to do!
Alright, so I've been digging around Harry's computer, and found a draft email called "Message to Lieutenant Abuev". Let me just copy-paste it in real quick.
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Dear Lieutenant Abuev,
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I've worked in this site for over 10 years, and I've seen so many terrible things. You've seen your fair share as well. Today, I've finally done something about it. It's loose.
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It's been a pleasure working with the Insurgency for the past half year. I'm especially happy that I can stop pretending to be mentally a child, I don't need to avoid suspicion anymore. No more acting, no more hiding.
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I'm not sure if I'll get out of here alive, but I'll find you if I do.
Alright, I'd love to chat all about how Harry stabbed us in the fucking back, but there's shit in the vent again. I can hear it. It's coming after me, I know it is. Pieces of shit must've heard me typing. I'm going to make a Molotov with Harry's lighter and his birthday rum. Fucker can pay me back a little bit, then. I'm going to torch the goo shit and run, those footsteps upstairs better be who I hope they are.
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I end this with something for anyone reading: My name is Adrian Walker. I will be on the second level of Site-47. I need help, or I'm going to die.
You have accessed the original version of [SCP-7003]. Damage, loss, or alterations to this document will be punished. If you would prefer a copy and none are available, consider volunteering for the Archival department if your other duties permit.
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Something new. Something that defines it not as something to be contained, but utilized.
Painting gifted to the Foundation of SCP-7003-2 by a civilian after its properties saved their life. Civilian wished to be anonymous but for the painting to be used with its file.
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment is not the priority with SCP-7003. The whereabouts of SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 should always be known in the event any SCP-7003 instance is needed in any of the world's remaining countries. MTF Omega-4 ("Horse Shoes") is on constant alert to monitor or corral the appropriate instance to the jurisdiction with the greatest need, as determined by a majority vote of the O5 Council. Interference with SCP-7003 or Foundation directives regarding their corralling will at minimum result in a 50% reduction in water rations.
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Disinformation regarding their whereabouts is disseminated through Foundation plants within major GOIs not yet aligned with our mission. Information is focused on examples of the incalculable benefit SCP-7003 has had and will continue to have for sustaining the remainder of the human race. Reports of SCP-7003 worship are deemed acceptable, provided these remain fringe cases and do not interfere with Foundation directives. Anyone approaching any instance of SCP-7003 who is deemed to interfere with or deviate from established procedure should be terminated with prejudice.1
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SCP-7003 is considered among the Foundation's most significant and highly valued assets. In the event line of sight is lost, locating SCP-7003-1 becomes the Foundation's primary mission, no exceptions. Personnel and equipment will be moved from the nearest strongholds in this event, even if this may result in the stronghold’s collapse.
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Description: SCP-7003 denotes three entities resembling Equus ferus specimens (the once-common wild horse) and their respective anomalous effects. Each are identifiable by their white pelt and unique area of effect, detailed below. SCP-7003 instances have demonstrated anomalous physical endurance and tolerance to hunger and thirst, with observation showing no need for sleep or sustenance.
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SCP-7003-1's primary effect is an anomalous, possibly passive ability to summon rainfall. By consent of 95% of the Foundation's governance, a system to harvest rainwater caused by SCP-7003-1 has been established. MTF Omega-1 ("Cup Bearers"), comprised out of disbanded MTFs, has been given three out of the eleven surviving SolarDarity Ground Vehicles, reconfigured with water collecting capabilities. These vehicles had been rerouted from Supply Line HOG, Supply Line BUL, and the defense of Stronghold-32, resulting in their collapse2.
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As of 2096/02/29, it is estimated that between 63% to 71% of the human population's continued survival is owed to SCP-7003, be it through the guarantee of sustenance, sanitation, or security.3
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The first contact was with SCP-7003-1 on March 20th, 2087, after the siege of the Patriot's Eastern Blockade failed. The encounter was recorded after the activation of Endal Emergency Distress Beacon, ID #41551. Transcript is below.
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Foreword: No significant dialogue or notable audible activity was recorded for 41 hours and 35 minutes after the beacon's activation. The below exchange starts then.
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Soldier 1: Where… why…? Ray…
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Soldier 2: What.
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Soldier 1: Where… are we?
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Long pause.
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Soldier 2: Uh… home. You can call this home.
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Soldier 1: Home didn't feel… was it always this dry?
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Soldier 2: I don't remember being anywhere else. I don't know. Maybe it was always desert. Always desert. Every direction. Forever. On and on.
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Soldier 1: …water? Please. Ray, please.
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Soldier 1: Who is this fucking beacon for, man?!
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Soldier 1: Who the fuck is gonna…
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Soldier 2: Fuck, Ollie. Don't talk.
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Soldier 1: Heh. Right. Just be quiet. Just be quiet.
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Silence. Muffled whimpering.
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Soldier 2: Dust. Is that dust? Something out there alive and kicking up dust?
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Soldier 1: Dust is fucking everywhere. From here to the west coast, and everything in between. I can't, I can't, I can't. My fucking leg-
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Soldier 2: Ollie, shut up. Possible contact on horizon, headed straight for us.
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Soldier 2: [mumbling] come on come on come on today make it today please god make it today-
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Soldier 1: …wh-what?
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Soldier 1: Ray, what?
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Soldier 2: It's a horse. Heh. Heheheh. It's a horse. Heh. They sent us a horse to save a hundred dead men. Heheh. Heheheh.
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Soldier 2: ARE YOU A GOOD WITCH OR A BAD WITCH?! ARE Y-… are you?
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Soldier 1: Whatever.
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Soldier 2: Oh my God. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-
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Soldier 1: Leave me alone, man.
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Soldier 2: Look! Open your eyes! Come and see! Come and see!
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Soldier 1: No.
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Soldier 2: Oh yes you will, here, maybe someone else… wake… wake up you sons of bitches! Wake up! Clouds!
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Soldier 2: Fine, fine, whatever, none of you fuckin' matter. Ollie! Ollie, we're going after it. Oh my God. I'm committing my life to the cloth after this. Oh my God.
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Soldier 1: Give me some water, you… let me sleep.
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Soldier 2: It's a fuckin' miracle. It's a fuckin' miracle. Don't ask why, just follow the fuckin' miracle out of this fuckin' desert. Get up, we're going after it, there's nothing for us here, not for years. We're gonna be okay! I'll help, c'mon, arm around my shoulder, one step at a time, come on!
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Closing Statement: On receiving notice of a possible anomalous water source, Ash Tollens, transcriber of surviving Endal Beacon IDs 40000 through 50000 immediately submitted a hard copy of the recording to the O5 Council.4 Shortly after, Foundation forces abandoned the defense of Stronghold-7, resulting in its collapse and loss of the populace56 to pursue and contain SCP-7003-1.
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Most of the fallen were found around the abandoned siege camp. However, a body with a severe laceration to their Achilles' Tendon was located six kilometers from the beacon. An additional 1.8 kilometers away, Foundation personnel discovered a dried corpse surrounded by desert. Cause of death uncertain; likely exposure, not dehydration.
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The transcriber requested a copy of the sound of rain for personal use, prompting a review for possible memetic effects. Despite none being discovered, request was declined. Recording of rainfall may be lent to Foundation personnel who have distinguished themselves through feats of heroism.
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After an exhaustive multi-week long search, SCP-7003-1 was tracked 14 kilometers southwest of Foundation Stronghold-4, located in the northeastern American region of the Coalition of North American Nations7 (CNAN). During the search, SCP-7003-1 generally moved away from personnel, also demonstrating an ability to de-manifest if threatened or approached too closely. These simple rules laid the groundwork for corralling the anomaly. The Foundation set about to collect and distribute water amongst the highest priority populations and defense forces. Rain is not continuous, but it is without a doubt more common near SCP-7003-1 than anywhere else.
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Constant knowledge of SCP-7003-1's location and the collection of water is essential for survival. Requests for current whereabouts of SCP-7003-1 requires Level 5 Security Clearance or authorization from two members of the O5 Council.
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SCP-7003-1 - ARCHIVE - Contamination Memo
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To all runner receivable departments
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+[DNM8]First, to our messengers, thank you as always. You have more than enough on your minds, so I will keep this as brief as I can. [End DNM]
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We have received new reports of symptoms resembling cholera in two Foundation Strongholds. I need everyone to understand, immediately, the difficulty of containing cholera after a water source is contaminated.
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Cholera is a terror. It drains you. It can strike in the morning and kill by night. And it grows exponentially. It secretes from those it kills, and it only takes one improper disposal to ruin a water source. We can barely treat it; prevention is all we have. Yet we cannot evaluate every glass of water before it is drunk. We cannot sanitize every source. The best we can do is keep it clean from the start. We live with enough fear as it is. I implore you, prevent this. There is still time to contain.
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[DNM]The few of you being sent to those minor territories will have to memorize additional procedure information, depending on the severity of the outbreak. You will be given additional water provisions. Drink no other water. And pray to every god this disease is not anomalous.[End DNM]
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This foot note, your messenger, has memorized a list of basic steps that must be followed. This is important enough that the O5 require the steps to be written down, confirmation code for paper usage is BXMLZ.
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We have a miracle of a water source. Every contaminated drop is lethal poison. Treat both as such and we will be okay.
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SCP-7003-2 - Description, Discovery Details: SCP-7003-2 was discovered during, and is credited for ending, the Cholera Crisis of 2090. The first cholera outbreaks were noted in two neighboring Foundation-controlled territories in November of 2089. By May 2090, the number of cases exploded, with 30% of Foundation-controlled territories within CNAN confirmed contaminated. The Foundation, once so adept at containment, lacked the resources it once had to stem infection.
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On 2090/07/01 Class-1 Runner Adriana Li, a member of the Foundation's Foot Notes, was found collapsed in front of Primary Foundation Stronghold-3. Adriana Li was near dead from exhaustion and dehydration, a condition compounded by blood loss through the soles of her feet. After being taken into quarantine and examined, it was clear that apart from near-lethal fatigue, she was in exemplary health. Adriana Li was delirious while undergoing treatment yet continually repeated the below testimony from an "old man," a civilian in Stronghold-5 approximately 105 kilometers away. This is transcribed below:
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My sister, her name was Marinaya, she was healthy, happy. Doing well. Pulled her weight and then some at the energy pumps. But how she kept people alive was her attitude. That's it. She believed this isn't the end of everything, she believed we're all going to be okay. And she loved the stars, they brought her down to Earth. Something up there somewhere is going right, she said.
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Cholera took her in two days. Two days. Two days. I didn't expect to envy that. You have no idea.
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These past months, I've seen people hold on for weeks. You know what the best treatment is? Plenty of food. And more water than anyone's ever seen. It's your body going nuclear. It's your body panicking, going beyond desperation, going beyond self-destructive, just to flush the disease out. Pale shit. A person can pass three gallons of it in a day. Sometimes more. You just got here, you have no idea. No idea. No idea. The worst thing. The worst thing.
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You know what it's like. Living off rations. A glass of water a day. Sometimes it had to be shared. Never knew real hunger like this. Never knew real thirst. Not 'till we thought we knew, then had enough water, but then had it taken away. You know what it's like. Fragile supply lines, another symptom of life.
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Then the Foundation abandoned us. Everything did. I don't blame them now. Everything's hard. Everything's hard. You hear of Stage 1 and 2 and 3 and you never expect it to happen to you. But you don't know what death is until after you lose hope. When you've reached that point there's a small, very small line between dead and alive. Very small. Indistinguishable. You can just stop breathing. When even the guards on the wall leave, we know what the score is. We know what's next. Bad ways to go. The best way to go we have, but a bad way to go.
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Three days of that. Imagine that, three days of walking dead. People dead in the streets. The gutters. I watched a man from my window walk three paces, pause, turn around, walk three paces. Over and over for hours. Then he stopped and that was his story.
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Three days. I don't…
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The third day. I remember nothing from it, like my eyes were closed. Like dreamless sleep. Retching and pain and pain and hollow coughs and pain and pain and pain. Until somebody shouts about a savior. About a miracle. A cry starts up from choked throats, sounds like the dying of a great engine. People start sobbing without water to allow tears. Someone sits me up, pointing, shouting, handing me my sister's tiny telescope, and through it I see two white horses on the horizon.
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You have heard the stories of the one. It's a legend, you never see it yourself. You pray for it, hope for it, maybe that animal's mind will come to you. Maybe it needs to feed the desperate. But whatever it is, you dream of it and dream of it and dream to see white pelt. It's one thing to believe in a god, very much another to see one and feel its miracle.
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It rained. It has been a long, long long long long time since I felt rain. I crawled, crawled out my hut, and lay on my back in god knows what, mouth open. Every drop, life itself. Every drop. I don't know if it was the water but I felt strong again, young again. I still felt pain but I felt a cure. The rain went on and on, I heard singing and howling and screamed prayers of thanks.
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I was dead, past the line, and I feel purged, cleaned, alive again. God help me, God help me, I will see tomorrow.
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Go, tell your masters. You don't have to tell them everything. Just there's two white horses now, one that nourishes and one that heals.
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According to the best estimate for the timeline reconstruction, before the manifestation of SCP-7003-2, MTF "Horse Shoes" had lost perpetual line of sight with SCP-7003-1 for the first time.
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Not only did Adriana Li convey the testimony, she also chased SCP-7003-1 until it came within close enough proximity to Foundation territory to be corralled. Adriana Li's efforts to bring this to the Foundation's attention at great personal cost resulted in her being awarded the Foundation Stars Medal of Heroism10, and was granted her request to listen to the rainfall recording. Applications to use this as a reward for unusual feats of valor is under consideration approved.
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Although the Foundation has not been able to scientifically define its effects, this testimony and the testimony of others support the hypothesis that SCP-7003-2 has an anomalous ability to eradicate disease. The current presumption is this area of effect increases or decreases depending on its proximity to and severity of disease afflicting individuals in an area. Observation has shown this does not extend to physical injuries or illnesses that have progressed to the point where a body cannot repair itself. Beyond this, it appears to gravitate towards the most severely afflicted locations and will at times outrun any escort and vanish once crossing the horizon. This loss is acceptable for a maximum of one week.
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The Foundation has not been able to confirm whether or not the cholera outbreak was anomalous, but it will be treated as though it was. This only further cements the importance of SCP-7003 to humanity's continuity.
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SCP-7003-2's whereabouts are known to the Foundation. Requests for information can be provided to those with Level 4 Security Clearance or authorization from one member of the O5 Council.
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SCP-7003-3 - Description, Discovery Details: While unprovable, the avoidance of a grand scale conflict between the Foundation and one of its current allies is attributed to SCP-7003-3. As with any resource that assists survival, SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 caused escalating tensions between GOIs. Control of SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 was commonly believed as the primary asset any organization would need for strategic superiority11. As a result, between 2091/12/03 and 2093/08/24, every appearance of SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 resulted in escalating skirmishes, each with significant casualties to each side. The primary aggressors included the New Occult Coalition (NOC) and the Re-Creationists.
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All diplomatic efforts with the Re-Creationists have failed. This group is now solely classified as a threat. During this time, Foundation efforts were focused on deescalating tensions between the NOC.
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On 2093/09/26, an envoy was sent to the NOC South American Capital. A copy of the message can be provided on request, but in short it specified that if the envoy was not given a reply, or if the envoy or NOC envoy did not return within exactly two weeks, then the Foundation would take it as a tacit and explicit declaration of war. During the interim, as all signs indicated conflict, Runners were sent to all available military personnel to prepare, with military defenses coalesced around Primary Foundation Strongholds 1, 2, and 3, as well as other high population strongholds.
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On 2093/10/03 the envoy returned unexpectedly, with a small NOC squadron as escort to Primary Foundation Stronghold-1. The squadron identified itself as the protection party for a newly appointed NOC's Foundation Ambassador, a position created explicitly for this meeting. Under high guard, the ambassador and two escorts were allowed an audience with three high ranking Foundation members. An excerpt from this meeting's minutes are below:12
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"A Horse for a Kingdom" - Meeting minutes:
+Date: October 4th, 2093
+Leader: O5-2
+Facilitator: New Occult Coalition Representative Josiah Montag
+Recorder: Foundation Cataloger Ysla Aghira
+Time Keeper: Foundation Cataloger Ysla Aghira
+Attendees: O5 Council Members 2, 3, 4, NOC Representative Josiah Montag, NOC attendants Alexander Cho and Jun Uilars
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Agenda Topic: War or peace between the Foundation and the New Occult Coalition subject to negotiations on access rights to SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2.
+Time taken: Nineteen hours
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Discussions: Meeting begins with highly formal greetings by each delegation to each delegation. O5-3 immediately inquires as to the status of the envoy. Occult Coalition representative provides evidence that the envoy has accompanied them, and will be released into Foundation control as a show of goodwill and to provide witness testimony to NOC claims.
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NOC begins a presentation to answer, as they put it, "why we came all this way." They have uncovered a new massive underground river, estimated 1,800 kilometers in length. While the water is not suitable for human consumption without superhuman filtration efforts, the water appears connected to a variety of underground volcanic soil incredibly rich in organic material. This means the water can enable dead tracts of land to become suitable for agriculture. NOC representative provided small samples of water for Foundations' own testing. Each are labeled "Do not drink."
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70% of the materials sufficient to build pumps to fertilize and water crops
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Access to a total of 200,000 acres (810 square kilometers) of potential agricultural land within Foundation territory, with the option of expansion if crop growth is sustainable
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Assistance with the transportation and digging of 100% of wells
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In return, the NOC will:
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Consider this a cessation to hostilities, with an agreement for this treaty to last 10 years provided neither side reopens hostilities
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Consider SCP-7003-1 and -2 as the Foundation's asset alone and the Foundation's sole responsibility
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Provide 25% of food generated to the Foundation, and provide personnel and ground/vehicle support sufficient to guard the Foundation's allocation of crops
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NOC representative requests the following to be added to the record:
+"The New Occult Coalition has the ability and the wherewithal to construct the aqueducts, dig the plots, control the land, and farm the soil ourselves. But it would be a tragedy, for all of us, to try and kill each other with the aim of having more, when we could support each other by sharing enough.”
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Negotiations begin. During this time, the water samples were processed and confirmed to be near-miraculous for enriching soil and for the cultivation of a multitude of crops.
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Full minutes are not shown for brevity, but may be made available. Please submit a request to your Stronghold Director if you have an essential need to access the full log.
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Conclusions:
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50% of materials to build irrigation for crops
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300,000 acres (1,215 square kilometers) of potential agricultural land within Foundation territory
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A full cessation of hostilities
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Assistance with the transport of equipment and the digging of 100% of wells with the exception that they will provide a maximum of 70% of the transportation or personnel to guard it
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Three emergency uses of SCP-7003-1 annually and three emergency uses of SCP-7003-2 to NOC, with as much available Foundation cooperation as can be provided. Otherwise they are considered fully in the Foundation's care.
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The NOC will provide:
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10% of the location of the underground river, with an additional 5% revealed annually
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Provide 35% of cultivated crops to the Foundation, 50% of personnel, and 90% of ground/vehicle support sufficient to guard and the Foundation's allocation of crops
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A full cessation of hostilities
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Military support in armed conflict if deemed an existential threat to itself and the Foundation. The Foundation has agreed to the same for the NOC.
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Monthly meetings will be established between a NOC representative agreed on by the Foundation and a Foundation representative agreed on by the NOC.
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The total text of the treaty is expected to consist of over 35 pages (blank paper provided by NOC as an additional show of goodwill). Requests for copies or to see the original document are not available.
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O5-2 requested additional details, including when the discovery was made and if any unusual activity was noticed. NOC provides testimony, corroborated by multiple witnesses including the Foundation envoy, that shortly after discovery of the underground river, on the horizon were "three white horses, all in a line."
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Documentation Verified and Signed by:
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+O5-3
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+O5-4
+████████ █████████ ███████ ███████████
+Survive, Construct, Protect.
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This testimony is the earliest known instance of the third white horse, SCP-7003-3. It is notable in that it is the only known time all three horses have been seen in a line, as each instance usually has several hundred miles between each other.
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SCP-7003-3's exact ability is not understood nor has it been well defined. This is primarily owed to the rarity of its appearance and the abstractness of its effect. To the Foundation's best supposition, each of SCP-7003-3's appearances coincide with a de-escalation of hostilities at a point of high tension between two adversaries, including the Serpent's Claw Conflict, the Collapsed God Catastrophe, ██████████████████, █████████, ██████████████, █████████████████████, ██████████████13. While SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2 have strict guiding principles to aid territories in most need, a loss of sight on SCP-7003-3 has been deemed acceptable14.
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SCP-7003-1 and SCP-7003-2's benefits to humanity's survival are quantifiable, while the hypothetical prevention abilities of SCP-7003-3 are not. Nevertheless, each of these anomalies are considered critical to humanity's survival.
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Incident 7003: On September 22nd, 2098, visual of SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 was lost simultaneously for the first time. Strongholds were alerted and envoys were sent to the Foundation's closest allies, the NOC and the Serpent's Claw. As previous individual disappearances had occurred, the longest being SCP-7003-3 for 42 days, the length of SCP-7003's absence was not expected to exceed this. Yet after three months of growing unrest, anger, and despair, the Foundation answered to the need to address the issue. Below is the full statement.
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Certified Direct Statement from the O5 Council
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To All People of the Foundation:
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We want to alleviate your concerns. We want to tell you they are found, that all is well, but that is not yet the case. We ask much of each of you, every day, small tasks of monumental importance that allow us all to survive. And now, more than ever before, each task assigned to you must be carried out. Do not let despair become a burden to you, do not weigh it down, as it will become a ball and chain and harm yourself and those around you. Because this is not the end. There is no cause to believe it is.
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We all know what this is regarding. Some of you have your own names for them. I, personally, am fond of Groucho, Chico, and Harpo. To the Foundation, they are SCP-7003-1, 2, and 3. My fellows on the Council believe it right to tell you all now that we have, on at least fourteen occasions to date, been unable to locate one or all of SCP-700315. This is not the first time we have had to relocate them, and will not be the last. They will be found, and their benefits will not be lost.
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And during their absence, do not forget we are in a better place. Some unhappy few of us remember the Fifty State Hurricane. The European Schism. The Tear of the Hayward Fault, the Great Misfire, and the Energy Collapse when our power died for the last time. The list goes on, too long. Although these were decades ago, they changed the world in ways we once believed would render humanity's survival impossible. Listen to me now when I say this: today is not that day, and these are not those times. Every day we defy such a fate, and defy the words of our enemies that believe only the next life is worth dying for.
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No one thing was responsible for the current state of the world, yet it is human nature to blame it all on one thing. Just as it is human nature to look to one cause, perhaps SCP-7003, for its continuation. We no longer face the number of threats we once had. We have allies now. We have agriculture. We have supplies stored away for a very long, dry summer. All this is built on a strong Foundation. We, dare I say it, once again believe there will be a future.
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The Foundation will inform everyone as soon as SCP-7003 is relocated. Until then, we will be okay. Today we survive, tomorrow we thrive.
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The O5 Council
+SCP Foundation
+Survive, Construct, Protect
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SCP-7003 File Note: Reception was mixed.
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SCP-7003 remained unaccounted for throughout the rest of 2098 and most of 2099. In the intervening time, the Foundation experienced tests of the stability it had worked to build. The Re-Creationists, who through the alliance with the Serpent's Claw were thought to be virtually eliminated, found a swell of recruits and became bolder than they had in years at their mission. Tensions between the NOC and overburdened supply lines mounted. There were widespread reports in dozens of Foundation Strongholds of despair, insurgency, violence, and civilians wandering out into the wilderness, chasing phantoms of horses.
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On December 27th, 2099, the O5 Council had an emergency meeting. Minutes and transcript are locked and inaccessible, protected under Council Decree DNY "Protection of Destabilizing or Existentially Threatening Communications", 2068/07/01, to anyone who is not a member of the O5 Council. Shortly after, on December 29th, 2099, the Foundation announced SCP-7003-1, -2, and -3 had been spotted overseas, and are moving back in the direction of the Coalition of North American Nations. No estimates could be drawn for when SCP-7003 would return, but the Foundation begs your patience. It will not be much longer now.
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SCP-7003 - Final Addendum: On December 31st, 2100, the documentation for SCP-7003 was stolen by an unauthorized individual. Documentation was recovered after Ash Tollens, transcriber of surviving Endal Beacon IDs 00000 through 99999, abandoned her duties to find Endal Beacon 70123 herself. Instead of returning the documentation when found, she defaced it by transcribing the unauthorized individual's message on the back of official Foundation documentation. Once she rewrites the documentation, the full O5 Council will see if disciplinary measures are necessary. The individual, Class-1 Runner Adriana Li, has not been located. The footnotes she added will also be removed.
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Hey Ash. I made sure to get one of your beacons. I've been sitting here a long time. This beacon's been on for a long time. I wish the Foundation ever had enough people to answer these.
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[laughter] The problem used to be too many people. Or so I heard. I hear a lot in my job. I had high clearance. Like, remember all those anomalies? There's theories about why there's so few now. Some very smart people think they "manifested in proportion to human population." Some very smart people disagree. No one knows. Doesn't really matter. The three white horses are gone.
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I've felt worse, to tell you the truth. Like… when I ran from those monsters, those people that attacked my little town. They were dying of hunger and thirst like we were, but we never hurt anyone. I ran from them, and I outran them. I made it to a Foundation Stronghold. I'm still here. They're dead. Stamped out.
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So what. The three white horses are gone. Some very smart people think there's gonna be a fourth. I'm just sitting here, hoping to see one, like all those other people did. I'm done here. We're done here. I did my job and I did it well. This is me retiring.
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I'm sorry I took this documentation. But it wasn't like it was heavily guarded. No one really cares anymore. Everyone's giving up. I read it for the first time, and then a few more times. I'm kind of… disappointed? These things were miracles. I don't think that comes across right. "These are essential to humanity's survival" was written down like three times, but, what, there wasn't room to mention the good people did because of them? You know those Stage 4 quarantine things? Neighboring cities volunteered water. Imagine that. Free water. Some people volunteered to carry it to the lost cases knowing they'd be lost too. I carried some as best I could to those zones because even people who know they're dead can still feel alive. I would not have done that if I thought there was no point. I wouldn't do this, either.
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Then I got locked in and sick and was going to die like everyone else. and because I got locked in and left for dead I did the best thing I've ever done in my life, which was running for hours and hours and hours and hours to tell people there's another reason to live. Won a medal for it, but I also didn't want them to leave. I'm glad it worked out.
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Hope can't die twice. I was dead. I was dead. Actually dead. Beyond saving. I'd come to terms with it, as best as anyone could. I lost it, all hope, will to live, all for good, and then I was saved. So I think whatever else happens, I'll believe I can be saved. When I die, I won't notice it. I'll die hopeful.
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I miss you. I'll sit here and wait for you. If I'm not here, it means I saw them, and I'm chasing them. I'll report back. I'll cross the horizon and I'll report back. If anyone can, I can. I proved that, right?
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Don't worry. Depending on your definition of it, everything will be okay.
+Or not [laughter, her laughter]. I don't know. I don't know what I'm trying to say here. Maybe, Ash, all you need to know is that you're alive. That's beautiful, and that's worth living for.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7022, as well as its potential to cause problems within the command structure of the Foundation, are to be thoroughly investigated by its designated research task force. Once a protocol to decommission SCP-7022 has been devised, it is to be implemented with utmost haste.
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Description: SCP-7022 is the designation given to the Foundation's current state of decline in certain aspects such as government support, technological development, and available funding. This currently causes an increasing amount of problems such as mass containment breaches, issues regarding the funding of various projects, and the possibility of external Groups of Interest overtaking the Foundation in certain sectors of research or technology.
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While the cause of SCP-7022 is unknown, current theories vary from the possibility of SCP-7022 being non-anomalous to it being the result of an unknown entity. On discovery of the true nature of SCP-7022, the Overseer Council will convene to discuss adjusting the procedures for handling SCP-7022.
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Nobody’s really sure what’s happening here. I’ll just append some files as we go. ~ Researcher David Ingram
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Addendum 7022.1: Expanded Incident Report
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Location: Site-19
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Date of Incident: 7/14/2020
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Description of Incident: Potential containment breach and/or anomalous interference.
Prior to the incident, Site-19 was fully stable and operational before becoming unresponsive to communication attempts for several hours. Attempts to access security camera footage were unsuccessful. As a result, a task force battalion was quickly assembled in nearby Area-726 to arrive at the site on near thirty minutes notice.
Ah, how good it is to be the Site Director at the largest (and nicest, I might add!) Foundation facility in the world. Hiding in plain sight right outside the city of Atlanta, we use an counterconceptual obscuring device, a machine developed from the fruits of our local antimemetic division's research. Many other sites have tried to replicate it, but we were the ones that made it work first, so a pat on the back for us!
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I still remember the good ol' days of the site in its early days, before we had all these fancy devices that keep us safe. I was only 22 years old, the youngest of any Site Director of my time, and yet I got appointed to be the guardian of what was then one of the more… lower quality sites around. Think less of a Foundation facility, and more like some Area-51 dump. So not very good, and we started with only a handful of anomalies and… I think around a hundred people? O, I forget the numbers, but you get my point.
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You remember 173? [Chuckle] Oh, who am I kidding, you are probably rolling your eyes at my mere mention of it. It was one of our first, and hell, I even took the picture for the darn thing and put it on the file! But apparently that's "unprofessional" and… [Distant murmuring] … oh, you hush, I'll rant all I goddamn want, its my memorandum! Hm, where was I? Oh, right, early days. I tried to live up to that one quote about a king leading his men into battle. Who said that? Sun Tzu?
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Anyways, I was much more of a risk taker then, and now I'm stuck in this damn wheelchair and can't do squat except paperwork! I had a dream, to expand our site as much as I damn well could and look where it got me! Our oh so hardworking team made discovery after discovery, creating new departments where applicable, and saved the world a couple times, here and there. Our tiny facility couldn't handle this amount of anomalies, so we had to keep expanding underground! This spiraled, and what the hell, you probably get what came next. 1 basement turned into 60 levels!
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I think us alone are now approaching nearly five thousand anomalies in our care. Quite a large number, I might add! Think about it, can you even name five thousand people? I think its made everything a bit confusing now. We now even have a group of Sub-Site Directors for micromanaging some things. Not what I imagined for a greater Site-19, but if it works, it works!
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Regardless, whether you are transferring over, trying to find information for an anomaly, or just browsing, I'm happy to have made your acquaintance, and I hope we can work together to make the best Foundation we can! Signing off.
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The assigned task force arrived at the site at 13:42, approaching the building from behind. The initial task force consisted of five personnel, with more prepared outside the facility as reserves in the case of the initial task force becoming unresponsive.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 1
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Co-Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Kilo
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Ranker: Bravo
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Sapper: Echo
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There is one audio log attached.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Foxtrot: Begin to approach the building slowly.
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The five task force members walk to the back of the building. The door in the middle of the large concrete wall is visible through the cameras attached to the personnel.
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Foxtrot: Begin to examine our surroundings.
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The task force begins to the outside of the building and the area around it for any abnormalities.
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Zulu: Looks clear.
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Foxtrot: Alright. Lets prepare to—
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A cracking sound is heard from above, interrupting Foxtrot.
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Kilo: Hell was that?
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The other task force members begin to look up and make sounds of shock. There is a man, elderly in appearance, hanging from one of the windows with no signs of life.
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Foxtrot: …Okay. Echo? You know what to do, right?
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Echo:[Sigh]… Yeah, yeah.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum: After the body was collected and sent back to mission command, an autopsy confirmed its identity as the Site-19 Director. No information regarding the cause of this has been uncovered.
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After entering, communications with the task force became difficult due to memetic interference. As a result, communications were limited to only brief reports sent out by the task force as mission command worked to counteract the interference.
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Foreword: One of the files sent by the task force after the reconnaissance report. Recovered from the office of Level 3 Senior Technician Sidney Sinclair, which contained more memetic interference than the rest of the facility. Rest of the files uncovered in the office still undergoing memetic deconstruction.
Notes: Does anyone ever really read these things? Yes, the region is fully stable and active. Has been since I was transferred here. It's not like the machines are just going to grow wings and fly out of the room. Trust me, we've accounted for that possibility. Reality manipulation is weird.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 2
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Co-Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Kilo
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Ranker: Bravo
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The mobile task force was covering floor 17 when the report came through. The floor was covered in a thick, unidentified black tar-like substance. The task force continued on, before coming across a hallway that was unable to be illuminated by their flashlights despite its strength.
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Before they were able to react, a humanoid flesh-like entity burst out of the shadows and lunged at Foxtrot, before the other task force members began opening fire. Standard firearms had no effect, however an experimental weapon made by Echo was used, terminating both Foxtrot and the creature.
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Addendum: Entity was able to be identified as a human that underwent sarkic transformations. No sarkite-related items exist at Site-19, leading to the conclusion that the site was infiltrated by a terrorist. How they got inside is unclear. The task force was cleared for further descent.
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TECHNICAL REPORT J817 7/11
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Okay? This thing on? Sorry about the whole audio log thing, hands are kind of full and I don't feel like writing shit today. Currently in the [Huff] … uh … third psychometic reaffiliation deconstruction chamber … [Pause] … who in the hell comes up with the names for these things? Last week I had to perform maintenance on a machine with a seventeen word name, it's like there's some lazy sci-fi author who pulls out a thesaurus to name these so they can sound smart…
+Anyways, second system here looks to be just fine… Ah, wait, shit, did I really… [Yelling] HEY! YOU DOWN THERE! WHAT TIME IS IT? … hm …. goddammit, I missed my damned lunch break. At least I … [Huff] … get paid extra for the time I missed.
+Theses things are pretty big… You'd think that a lot of people end up screwing things up around these parts every now and again. And yes, you'd be right. Just last week I had somebody blow up a… long-named thingie. It's been happening more and more recently, it almost makes you want to slap our personnel recruiters… who manages that department again?
+Seventh system here is also fully operational. If it wasn't that, then what's causing this leak? Oh yeah, forgot to mention, was called here because this machine was leaking some no-no hume emitting fluid. Don't know what it does, those big burly guys won't let me anywhere near the substance. Who knows, maybe its an SCP of some sort?
+[Huff]… This is the last system. I don't see any problems, this thing should be fully stable.
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Due to the combined presence of potentially dangerous heavy machinery at the lower levels as well as the lack of encountered personnel throughout the facility, accessing the lowest levels was deemed a top priority.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 3
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Bravo
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The task force approaches floor 33 from a maintenance tunnel located on the side. There is a brief argument on who should open the door and head in first, before Zulu orders Bravo to undergo the task. After opening the door and preparing for any potential threats, the entire floor actually seemed to be filled completely with dirt.
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The task force continued on through floor 32. Floor 32 abnormally took on the appearance of a still-in-construction part of the facility, noted by building materials laid out over the floors, scaffoldings, and unfinished walls, and no anomalies despite normally being one of the largest floors.
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Upon learning of the state of floor 32, the O4 council2 has stepped in to redact information pertaining to the incident. Reason for redaction is unclear.
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Foreword: The third and fourth files recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office.
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TECHNICAL REPORT A173 7/12
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This report has one file attachment.
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Yep, here I am again. This time inspecting the… uh… mass temporal anchor. That's right, floor 60. This thingie here is meant to make sure our timeline shenanigans don't get too shenanigan-y. Sorts out paradoxes and what-not. And I was called here because apparently its broken down for the first time in… has it ever broken down before?
+Fun little history fact! Nobody knows the origin of this thing… now that I think about it, that describes over half of our anomalies…
+…I'm walking through the halls of this thing. Just looks old is all, I think that may have caused it. I'd recommend a new thermal plating on the exterior, that should be all. Hell, maybe we'll be graced with a miracle and another fully-built floor with built-in wifi will show up one day. Before you ask, person listening to this, yes, that did happen.
+Anyways, got some more work to do and some more reports to craft, so for now, I'll be signing off.
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BUDGET PROPOSAL 5074 7/12
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Proposed by Technician Sidney Sinclair, reviewed by the Site Budget Coordinator
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Proposal
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Result
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A full replacement of thermal plating covering the exterior of the temporal anchor
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Proposal Denied; The budget does not allow for something like this.
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If you feel this decision was a mistake, please contact our employee helpline!
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Going through a second staircase allowed the task force to descend down to floor 40 before another full report was sent through.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 4
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Kilo
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Ranker: Bravo
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Sapper: Echo
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The task force walked into the floor, before being greeted with personnel conducting experiments on anomalies on the floor. Under interrogation, they all claimed to be active Foundation personnel, despite any checks inside the database for their names turning up no results. All of the personnel claimed that there was no containment breach within the facility.
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The team checked in the space behind the containment cells, however the chamber for the containment specialist appeared to be completely removed. With no containment specialist chamber, there was no chance that the containment for anomalies present on the floor would still be functional.
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Upon hearing of the contents of the floor, the O4 Council gave orders on behalf of command to kill the personnel claiming to be part of the Foundation. The task force members refused at first, but after some repeated negative reinforcement, the task force members complied and shot at the researchers. One of the researchers pulled out a revolver, shooting and killing Zulu before dying.
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Reasoning behind the order is redacted.
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After the previous report, a second team was sent down to aid with the containment of anomalies. In the meantime, the team was instructed to continue with their efforts to reach floor 60 of the facility.
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Foreword: The fifth file recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office.
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TECHNICAL REPORT L914 7/13
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This report has one file attachment.
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Funny thing about those site directors and other higher-ups. They're completely out of touch with reality. Not really anything new with powerful people, that's kind of been a problem since the dawn of man. But with the Foundation, there usually isn't any other option than trusting them, since the alternative is death.
+What if I told you that the main option also leads to death?
+Yes, I'm talking to you lot reading this from the comfort of your own level 4 lounge after the mass site containment breach — fuck you.
+If you weren't aware, my last request was to replace the thermal plating for a key component to keeping this place running. It got rejected for budgetary reasons. But there's no budget problems, so why would they do that?
+Well, loyal listener. Looking through blueprints in the archives, or rather the lack thereof, it turns out that there was no blueprints for this machine. No records of it ever being built. Just showed up, with a dead body in it. The people here have been using this thing to clean up their own messes without even knowing how it works or where it came from. And now that it's causing problems, the irreplaceable resource that they've built their whole organization around is now running out, and they continue to extract favors from it.
+Yes, I was demoted to level 2 and assigned to fix the air conditioner. And I'm fucking livid.
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+
The next maintenance tunnel allowed for the descent to floor 52, however the team let out at floor 51 due to the presence of high-danger keter anomalies at floor 52.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 5
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Kilo
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Ranker: Bravo
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Sapper: Echo
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The task force arrived on floor 51, an advanced technological region for maintenance of both digital anomalies and experimental machinery. The floor also seemed to be covered in a thin coating of the same tar-like substance found on floor 17. Two bare skeletons bearing several burn marks were found in the corner of the entrance, right by the ventilation shafts.
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After walking through to the other end of the facility, the existence of the black-tar began to cease. However, while preparing to walk out and go down the final staircase, a solidified, black, tar-like substance broke through the ventilation shaft right by the entrance and latched onto both Bravo and Kilo. Both task force members began to scream for Echo to do something, as Echo began to open fire. Both task force members were pulled through the ventilation shaft before Echo was able to aid.
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Echo was instructed to keep moving.
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Echo left to go down the final staircase at 16:33.
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Foreword: The final file recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office.
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TECHNICAL REPORT Z7022 7/14
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This report has one file attachment.
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Things come to a head today.
+Funny thing, knowing you're about to die. Normally the first rule of dying would be not to, however, knowing it's inevitable, it makes you feel almost at ease.
+Yeah, this isn't a standard tech report. Was assigned to unclog the toilets. Instead I'm in my office accessing secret files. People outside are preparing to use a battering ram to break open this barricade I set for myself.
+I found a couple… disturbing things. Those random appearances of floors? Turns out, I wasn't going crazy. The reason this site has expanded this much was because things kept popping up out of nowhere, meaning an increase of size for the facility, meaning more funding. And things keep disappearing too. And when they do, "oh no, tragedy", and an increase of funding as a "Get-well-soon" gift to their dear biggest site.
+But what is causing these things to swap places in both different times? What if, since the time anchor is now breaking down, and said time anchor was fueling the whole site's activities, it's now malfunctioning and sending entire floors from our fully developed site to the past?
+And what do we get back from the past?
+You know the answer to this question, Echo. Yes, I know you're reading this, with a surprised look on your face. I'm kind of a genius, I can do some looking into the future if I wish, present of our time-bomb. You know exactly what you need to do.
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Echo arrived on floor 60 at 16:46.
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RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 6
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report:
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Leader: Foxtrot
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Leader: Zulu
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Ranker: Kilo
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Ranker: Bravo
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Sapper: Echo
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There is one audio log attached.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
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Echo: Good evening command, how are you doing? Listening on to me?
+
Echo walks out into the ledge surrounding the temporal anchor.
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Echo: Too bad you couldn't tell me not to read the files. Woah, what a scandal that would be if it got out.
+
Echo stops and examines the temporal anchor before her.
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Echo: I was the top of my class. A mechanic I was, before I got assigned to mobile task force duties. Apparently I was good enough to turn my duties, y'know, mobile.
+
Echo stops to sigh.
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Echo: The others were never meant to make it here. Or I guess the better phrasing would be that you didn't care if they made it here. You only cared if I did. And for what reason?
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Echo continues to walk around the temporal anchor
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Echo: To fix the problem that you sat here and caused. You want me to fix this to sort out the paradoxes that you created, and you can go right back to abusing it. Yes, I know how to fix this situation, but it probably wasn't what you were hoping for.
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Echo begins to start tampering with the inside of the temporal anchor.
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Echo: This thing showed up because it just appeared out of nowhere. But, behold the greatest paradox yet to be sorted out, who made it appear? This thing doesn't just change timelines on its own.
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Echo finishes tampering around with the temporal anchor and takes a step back.
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Echo: You want something to sort out your paradoxes? Well guess what the best temporal anchor in the universe is — surprise, it's the universe itself!
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The temporal anchor begins to undergo some form of self-repair. As it begins to go active once more, it causes the room to begin to shake.
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Echo: Nighty night, Overseers.
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The feed cuts to static.
+
[END LOG]
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Note - Jesus christ, take a look at this. ~ Researcher David Ingram
On the 14th of July, 2020, an explosion has occurred in the region formerly designated Site-19, thereby completely destroying the site. The explosion is estimated to have a size of over 1 megaton3.
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Coverup efforts are currently underway, and an investigation into the possible implications of such an event is currently being commenced.
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Addendum 7022.2: Foundation High Command Meeting
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The O4 council meeting room has thirteen machines each designed so any one of the overseers can communicate with the O4 council from a remote location, however this function has never been used due to a possible security breach. However, given the situation, it was decided to be used as the O4 council convened with full attendance for the first time in 43 years.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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A large amount of talking and bickering is heard amongst the participants.
S. Kowalski: Thank you. Now, as you all know, we will be hosting the thirteen overseers in our meeting room today. They are currently logged in. I hope you all remember protocol when it comes to them, correct?
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O5-13:[Unintelligible static]
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S. Kowalski: Sorry, what was that?
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O5-13: Ah, sorry, connection error. Just wanted to say not to worry about that stuff, we've got more… pressing matters… to deal with.
O5-13: Unclear. It went off near a major population center, so you can come to your own conclusions.
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O5-9: …Right. We're currently dealing with the fall-out of the incident, including a possible breach of the veil, and…
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C. Raph: Humiliation by the anomalous community?
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O5-9: …Yes.
+
A pause.
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S. Kowalski: The Site under my control is also a major site. If something like this happened, then my first action would probably be to cut back funding from other departments and try to build up a new pillar.
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Sounds of dismay are heard throughout the meeting room. Kowalski puts his hands up.
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S. Kowalski:What?
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L. Donna: The only reason you suggest that is because you own over the next-largest site, and would be the benefactor of said funding. None of the rest of us want our paychecks cut for your idiocy.
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S. Kowalski: A large amount of Foundation-owned machinery was in Site-19. It has to be replaced one way or another.
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L. Donna: Site-19 made their own technology from the ground-up. If you want some of your own, just go make it yourself!
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More arguing all around is heard, continuing until all sounds are unable to be heard.
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O5-1: SILENCE!
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The meeting room goes quiet once more.
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O5-1: Thank you. Site-19 hasn't been the only problem to the Foundation. A downward trend has been present in almost all sectors of the Foundation for a long while now. If we can pinpoint the cause of this downward trend, then we could possibly stop it.
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D. Ingram8: …And you think they know the answer to that problem, why?
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O5-13: Huh?
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D. Ingram: We've been working on the solution to that problem well over 5 years. These guys haven't got a clue.
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O5-1: We think it may be anomalous activity. It's our duty to figure it out.
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D. Ingram: Is it? Well, once you figure out whether it's the hand of god doing this or if it's little 'ol Johnny down the street causing our downfall, do you think that will really change the situation?
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Silence.
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I. Carnigee9: …Right. I think our main solution here is that we need to put on a face for everyone else.
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O5-3: A face?
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I. Carnigee: Yes. That's how we get all of our funding, no? We contain the anomalies. They give us money to keep the ball rolling and the pits of hell out of their back doors.
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O5-1: Right. This happened in the United States, we can request emergency funding for them under the pretense of defending against potential threats. Donna?
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L. Donna: On it.
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[END LOG]
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From: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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We just heard from the budget committee head.
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They wanted me to relay the fact that they have no money they are able to spare on your expenses. You have my condolences on your Site.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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L. Donna: They said no. Lack of available funds.
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O5-2: …What?
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R. James10: Bullshit. They've not once lacked the ability to grant any emergency funding in my 36 years working here.
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C. Raph: Well they do now, and you need to deal with that. We need another plan.
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Silence.
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K. Bernet:Anyone?
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More silence.
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O5-1: This meeting is going nowhere. I suggest we dismiss. Fulfill our cover-up campaign, and once they see how well we do, they'll come crawling back to us like they usually do. Objections?
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Everybody looks at one another, and nobody holds any objections.
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O5-1: Okay, and with that, you are all dismissed.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7022.4: Department of Misinformation Afterword
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher David Ingram walks into the office of the department head.
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I. Carnigee: Yes, the vending machine on floor 4 is out of Pepsi, and no, I don't know when they refill them.
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D. Ingram: Actually, I'm here to talk to you about the Site explosion.
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I. Carnigee: W… huh?
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Carnigee wipes his eyes and looks up at Ingram standing in front of his desk.
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I. Carnigee: Sorry, I saw you at the meeting, but I can't remember your name.
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D. Ingram: David Ingram. I'm the head researcher for investigating SCP-7022.
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I. Carnigee: And this is important… [Yawn] … because?
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D. Ingram: I wanted a report on your response to the event. Might help my research.
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I. Carnigee: Jesus christ, if I find one more person who asks for a report on this, I'm about to go crazy. I've been up all night working this shit.
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D. Ingram: Sorry if this is a bad time-
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I. Carnigee: No, just as good a time as any. Here.
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Carnigee slides a stack of papers to Ingram. Ingram picks up the papers and skims through them.
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D. Ingram: Says here that the United States government is claiming to be "investigating the explosion".
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I. Carnigee: Yep.
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D. Ingram: You can't claim to be investigating forever.
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Carnigee stops what he's doing and turns to Ingram.
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I. Carnigee: Okay. What do you think we should say?
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D. Ingram: Volcano?
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I. Carnigee: None nearby.
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D. Ingram: Nuclear weaponry malfunction?
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I. Carnigee: The U.S. government already told the people that there's a zero percent possibility of that having happened.
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D. Ingram: Why would they do that?
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I. Carnigee: Apparently they think we've got this under control.
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D. Ingram: Do we?
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I. Carnigee: Absolutely not.
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D. Ingram: Sounds problematic.
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I. Carnigee sighs deeply.
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D. Ingram: Okay, okay, sorry to bother you. And thank you!
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David Ingram begins to walk out the door.
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I. Carnigee: Hey! Close the door on your way out!
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7022.3: Relations with Foreign Entities
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To assess how this affected the Foundation's relationship with foreign groups, this list of gathered intelligence was compiled by Researcher Charlie Ralph.
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GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION
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From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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We have currently been informed by the United States government about Site-19 undergoing an explosion. You have our condolences.
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However, we worry about the misinformation campaign you have going forward right now. Or, rather, your lack of a misinformation campaign. The United States government cannot handle this on their own. Do you not have a department to handle this?
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From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
+To: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
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Hello, Cole. We do have our misinformation department on this right now. Only issue is, the United States government has not been going along with our wishes thus far.
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From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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We understand the troubles of having governments not cooperate with your organization effectively, however, our data suggests that you do have an anti-memetic artificial intelligence construct designed for handling these types of situations. Are we wrong?
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Activation of such a construct would effectively counteract the very need of a disinformation campaign entirely.
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From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
+To: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
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We are trying to activate it right now, however, we seem to be undergoing some technical difficulties.
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From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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+
Your artificial intelligence construct was attached to the central computation node at Site-19, wasn't it?
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From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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Donna?
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MARSHALL, CARTER, & DARK
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JJ937G/KSHF82/02NFJ
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Status
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Selling
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Demand
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High
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Value
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Value depending on specified item / Market value
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Availability
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Established Supply Chain
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Identifier
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Containment Directory®
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Description
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Item refers to the existent market for a new organizational body to handle containment of anomalies.
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Marshall, Carter and Dark, Ltd.
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Initial Report
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Author
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Iris Dark
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Date
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7/25/2020
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Interest
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High
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Identifier
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Containment Directory®
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Informants within the United States government have obtained knowledge of the SCP Foundation's Site-19, their largest site, undergoing an explosion with an estimated power of 1 megaton. This opens up a unique opportunity to act as a containment organization on their behalf, while being able to make use of the anomalies we acquire for other purposes.
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File opened under:
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JJ937G/KSHF82/02NFJ
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Marshall, Carter and Dark, Ltd.
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From: Office of the Third Overseer
+To: Iris Dark
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I saw your "Containment Directory" item. This violates the agreement we reached in the third tri-accords at the compendium summit.
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Do you mind explaining yourselves? The Foundation wouldn't want to get involved in anything.
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From: Iris Dark
+To: Office of the Third Overseer
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Oh gee, you overseers are so cute when you're trying to be intimidating.
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Go ahead and try.
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THE SERPENT'S HAND
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Downfall of the Jailors
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The Foundation's collapse, The Dawn of a New Era
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Conspectus
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The Jailor's biggest stronghold, what they refer to as "Site-19", has recently undergone an explosion. This seems to be indicative of a deeper rot within the foundations of the organization, and if it continues, could lead to the collapse of the Jailor's rein.
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Observations & Stories
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I've recovered a couple verses that may or may not be related to this event. ~ G.R.
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With their keys growing bigger and bigger, the Jailors begin to slow and slow.
+The last of the Jailor's recieved fortunes had now stopped its flow.
+The heart of the beast had rotted away, and now the brain could not last one more day.
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Doubt
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While this development indicates significant progress for our organization, we must not get too cocky. We still have to quietly await their response to this situation, before striking where it hurts most. ~ L.S.
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Addendum 7022.4: Relations with Governmental Bodies
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From: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham
+To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
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+
We have been able to keep this under wraps for quite some time, but its getting increasingly difficult. Can you not perform a misinformation campaign like you usually do?
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From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna
+To: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham
+
+
We are greatly sorry for the incident at Site-19, and we are working as hard as we can to fix this problem. If you have any concerns, please contact a higher up and we will listen to your concerns!
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This action was performed by a bot.
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D. Ingram: Voicemail?! You left the United States on voicemail?!
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L. Donna: What other choice did I have? I haven't slept for three days trying to deal with the press, and what has the misinformation department given me? Nothing!
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D. Ingram: They've done nothing? That's likely an overstatement.
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L. Donna: No, I'm not overstating shit. The press have been covering this explosion for the past few weeks. It went off near a major population center. There have been casualties.
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D. Ingram: Casualties?
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L. Donna: Yes! It's been so hard to get people to just ignore it, and every time I go to the misinformation department about it, they say they're working on it. Bullshit, I say.
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D. Ingram: I know it may seem tough, but I need you to keep working on—
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L. Donna: No! You don't need me to do anything, because there's nothing for me to do. Governments have been crawling up my ass and GoIs down my throat. You want to help? Just accept that the Foundation's screwed themselves on this one. I quit.
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Donna takes her badge off and throws it onto the ground, before walking out the door, leaving Ingram standing there silently.
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U.N. Resolution S/RES/1843-2
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Abridged
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The Security Council,
+Noting with concern that the situation with the SCP Foundation is tense, and is likely to remain so, unless a comprehensive plan encompassing all aspects of a potential power vacuum is devised,
+Having considered that the United Nations Global Occult Coalition has on several occasions attempted to make contact with the SCP Foundation only to be left with no clear response on a method of misinformation,
+Expressing concern of the SCP Foundation's current status regarding its combined military, financial, and civil capabilities when it comes to dealing with the existence of known para-threats,
+Expressing concern of the current mental stability of leadership associated with the SCP Foundation, as well as those working under the organization,
+Strongly condemning threats to the safety of the populace within the southern United States, the UN:
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Calls upon governmental bodies around the world to slowly scale back funding associated with the Foundation and to reinvest into other, more stable organizations;
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Expresses full support of the Global Occult Coalition taking over affairs previously left into the hands of the SCP Foundation;
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Requests extra aid as the United Nations begins to move away from reliance upon the SCP Foundation.
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Addendum 7022.5: Notable Meeting
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[BEGIN LOG]
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A couple of Overseers, alongside SCP-7022 personnel sit within a room. O5-1 is pacing around.
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O5-1: Fucked. We're fucked.
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O5-13: We're not fucked.
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O5-1: Our funding just got cut by 32%!
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O5-3: Actually, I think it was 38%.
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O5-1: Fucking hell.
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S. Kowalski: Why were we brought in here, exactly?
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O5-1: Don't talk that tone with me. I made a chance allowing you lot Site-01 access.
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C. Raph:Former most powerful person.
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O5-1: Quiet.
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C. Raph: Jesus, you can smell the testosterone from here.
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D. Ingram: He did have a good question, though. What is the purpose of this meeting exactly?
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O5-13: Budget cuts. Veil is under threat. Personnel quitting. Whole shebang. Call it SCP-7022 duties.
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S. Kowalski: You don't seem very cut-up about this whole thing.
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O5-13: That's because, hey, if this whole thing doesn't work out, I can just move out and become an Alaskan snow fisher.
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O5-3: Get your head out of your ass, dammit.
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K. Bernet: Where's Donna?
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O5-1: Gone. Thirteen took over their duties for the time being.
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I. Carnigee: Oh, thank goodness, now instead of Donna bothering me, I'll have an overseer up my ass every five minutes.
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O5-1: We're not here to bicker. Ideas, people.
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Silence. O5-1 stands there staring at all the faces before him.
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R. James: Our budget and worldwide trust has dropped significantly, but we're still just barely leading in most statistics. I suggest we just reap our losses and continue reconstructing.
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O5-1 walks up to James and slaps him.
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O5-1:I'm not going to settle with "barely leading". We are going to find someway to crush those other insects under our boot. And if any of you think otherwise, you can leave this room.
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The people before O5-1 stare blankly at him.
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C. Raph: Question.
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O5-1: What?
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C. Raph: During my research, I saw that around the Foundation's creation, there were already other players in the anomalous. I'm sure that they had the same mindset. How did they collapse?
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O5-6: We dismantled the other organizations, one by one.
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K. Bernet: And now you're the one at the top, sitting on your asses as we are slowly being clawed down?
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O5-6: It doesn't work like that. We can't go and—
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O5-1: Wait!
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O5-6: What?
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O5-1: That's it! We've been sitting around and working on putting on a show that we're all right so everybody can come and help us. But then our organization will just be taken over by the next. What we need to do is strike first, and strike hard.
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O5-13: I don't… understand?
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O5-1: You will. For now, Bernet, follow me into my office.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 7022.6: Fourth Compendium Summit
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With the power vacuum being left behind by the Foundation, the leadership of 17 anomalous organizations have gathered to discuss restrictions to set on themselves to avoid any inter-organizational conflicts. The Foundation was not invited to the summit.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Liam Marshall11: …and that's why we argue for an unrestricted market for MC&D for any items that may be captured off Foundation containment breaches.
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Loud talking and arguing of the many attendees is heard. Suddenly, a person bursts through the doors.
???: We have an urgent report from our internal security department!
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D.C Al Fine: A terrorist attack? tell them to just assign a strike force to deal with the problem, I'm busy.
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???: It's not that simple. An attack from a major foreign group.
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D.C Al Fine: Major foreign group? All of the major groups are in attendance.
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???: Except one, ma'am. Read it.
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Al Fine slowly takes the report from the boy's hand, and skims through it. After finishing, she sits up in her chair and re-reads it once more.
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???: Yes, ma'am.
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D.C Al Fine: Dear god…
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[END LOG]
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MAJOR THREAT ENTITY PRELIMINARY REPORT:
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On 8/15/2020, a Foundation bomber from its department of non-anomalous warfare flew over Global Occult Coalition airspace surrounding a standard military operations site. The pilot was notified over radio of the mistake, but continued to fly onwards.
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What is noted to be anti-memetic weaponry was dropped from the bomber and onto the facility, where it then destroyed a large piece of the Coalition's air-way. The bomber was able to flee before being destroyed by the anti-air in the region.
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The Coalition has notified the Foundation of a potential error, with no response made. Instead, several more similar incidents have occurred across various Global Occult Coalition owned regions, leading to the assessment that this was a coordinated strike of some kind. A retaliation response is being prepared.
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D. Ingram: War?! That's your solution to this problem? War?
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O5-1: You just walked into the office of an overseer and begun yelling at me? This is what you use your Site-01 credentials for?
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D. Ingram: Do you realize how mind-bogglingly stupid this idea is?
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O5-1: It's not stupid. The Foundation rose up from conflict. What's a little more to continue the cycle?
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D. Ingram: You sound like a stereotypical movie villain right now.
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O5-1: I've heard that one before. Listen, we've run all the calculations. Our manpower may not be as large, but our technology allows us to outrank all other militaries combined. If we win in conventional combat, our longstanding problem will go away and we can go right back to growing. All of the other overseers agree with me on this one.
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D. Ingram: Just last year, the Foundation stood behind its vast amounts of intelligent solutions to difficult problems and its brains-behind-the-operations. What are you now apart from a warmonger?
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O5-1 slams his hands on his table.
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O5-1: The Foundation stood for its resilience despite adversity. I'm simply continuing that trend.
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D. Ingram: One dead body at a time? Did all the intelligent people burn alongside Site-19?
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O5-1: Get out of my office. Now.
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D. Ingram: Fine. If you ever have spare time though, make sure to read through Echo's last words from the incident. Very… eye-opening.
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Addendum 7022.7: Internal Foundation Activities
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From: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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As for your weekly report, the number of containment breaches has skyrocketed in the past few weeks. Apparently since we didn't have the funds to recapture them, they were acquired by various other groups of interest.
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As far as exact numbers go, we've had 73 containment breaches across all Foundation sites with an estimated 182 anomalies lost.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd
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That should be fine. We are currently in the process of reclaiming those anomalies anyways. Just do your best to stretch out whatever funding we have for containment of remaining anomalies.
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From: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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That's just our problem. I can reinvest money previously put into employee retirement funds and place it in containment as a temporary wartime measure, but the issue is, nobody wants to actually work anymore. We need men.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd
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Don't worry. I think I've got a solution that can help us all.
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Foreword: This file was sent out to the researchers assigned to SCP-2000.
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ORDERS FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
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You are members of the Foundation that have protected such a priceless artifact for so long, and as such, we appreciate your efforts. However, as the Foundation currently is conducting a special military operation against foreign groups of interest, we require your assistance in one more matter.
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Attached to this file is a software developed for a special purpose. Please upload it into SCP-2000.
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Chief of the Ethics Committee, Abdur Mariano, sits at a table with the rest of the committee members. He puts out the cigar in his hand, and leans forward.
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A. Mariano: I'm sure it goes without saying why we are here?
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The other members nod, and Mariano continues his speech.
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A. Mariano: Right, well, in the past few weeks, it has been a tough time for the Foundation. I've understood that. As a result, I was willing to turn a blind eye to some of the… extraneous… measures that the Overseer council has put in place.
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E. Chase: And I've told you from the beginning we shouldn't have let that slide. Now we're at war.
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A. Mariano: Yes, yes, I know. I got the report too. But what caught my eye was what was being done with SCP-2000. Alice, debrief?
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H. Alice: Yes, of course. We've been in a real pinch with manpower. It's been hard to find new members, and people are now quitting left and right now that the Foundation has mobilized.
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P. Prish: Yes, we read the report.
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H. Alice: But, what's interesting is, to combat this, the overseer council has given certain commands to SCP-2000… they're using it to generate clones to cover the manpower deficit.
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The committee bursts into loud talking and arguing in reaction to this new piece of information. Mariano slams his hands on the table in front of him, and everybody goes quiet.
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A. Mariano: This is the exact thing we are here to prevent. These anomalies are meant to save humanity, if we use it for combat, we're no better than the insurgency I say.
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Sounds of agreement are heard across the committee chamber.
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A. Mariano: Then it's agreed. We will hold a vote in 10 minutes, and decide what to do next.
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O5-1: Look at these beautiful guys!
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O5-1 waves his hand in front of a guard's face. The guard seems relatively unfazed.
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O5-1: These guards are programmed to follow my every command. Isn't that just spectacular? And we have, just about an infinite amount of them. Why didn't we think of doing this before?
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O5-1 turns to the other two overseers standing in the room with him, O5-2 and O5-13.
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O5-2: …because it's unethical?
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O5-1: Hm? I thought that this was a marvelous idea, do you not agree?
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O5-2: No, no, it's not…
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O5-2 takes several steps back.
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O5-2: It's not that I don't like the idea, it's just that we may run into problems with the ethics committee…
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O5-1: The Ethics Committee?
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O5-2: Yes, we just heard back from them. Apparently they sent an order for us to cease our current activities associated from the conflict. Threatened sending Law's Left Hand over here.
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O5-1: Hah! You serious?
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O5-2: Serious as can be.
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O5-13: …I really think they had a point there.
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O5-1: What was that?
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O5-1 walks up to O5-13.
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O5-13: This conflict has been nothing but disastrous for us. I voted based on our initial estimates of victory, by the department of anomalous warfare and SCP-7022 personnel, but I really didn't think it'd end up like this.
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O5-1 pauses for a moment before turning to the clone guard.
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O5-1: Treason, then. Take them away.
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The clone guard moves towards O5-13, preparing to take them away. O5-13 takes out what appears to be a pistol, and takes several shots at the clone guard until they fall to the ground. He points the pistol at O5-1, before another clone guard comes from behind him and knocks O5-13 out, and drags them away.
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O5-1: Now, Mariano. Your move.
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E. Chase: You sent the order?
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A. Mariano: Sure did. Alice, did you send the notice to task force?
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H. Alice: Yep. They should be fully mobilized in two hours.
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A slamming is heard against the committee chamber's door. The guards in the chamber exchange looks of concern, and begin to congregate around the door.
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P. Prish: What's going on?
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Guard: Just stand back.
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With another slam, the door bursts open and several identical Foundation personnel walk into the room.
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???: On order of the overseer council, you are now being expelled from your position due to insubordination.
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A. Mariano: W-What?
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The clone personnel begin exchanging gunfire at the committee members, as the guards try to fire back. The guards manage to kill a few off, however several more flood in to take their place.
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Guard: It's no use! You have to evacuate!
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E. Chase: We're trying! The secondary door is fucking jammed!
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With precision, the guards alongside each and every committee members get shot until they are no longer responsive. When the job is done, the guards stand there, idle for a few seconds, before walking back out the door.
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Addendum 7022.8: Results of Warfare
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
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How's my favorite department director doing? You got anything to report on?
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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I'm doing well, sir. A bit tied up in commanding your new regiments around. They're weird fellas, they need a lot of micro-management.
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So far we've been on the offensive, and it's been culminating up to a fight over the now-located G.O.C. HQ. Al Fine will likely be nowhere to be seen though.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
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Good. Keep me updated.
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
+To: Office of the First Overseer
An offensive was led towards Global Occult Coalition headquarters on 9/1/2020. Due to the facility's presence on a lake island, Kernal Bernet ordered a makeshift bridge to be created to allow the personnel access through the lake. Establishing a footing on the facility was designated top priority.
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However, halfway through construction of the bridge, Global Occult Coalition bomber planes, as well as artillery lined up around key points begun firing on the bridge, destroying it before Foundation soldiers could make a landing. Mission designated a failure, and orders given to retreat.
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Upon attempting to retreat, the task force was surrounded by what appeared to be guerilla forces, and were systematically wiped out. Casualties estimated at 4,482 personnel.
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Addendum 7022.9: Overseer Council Meeting
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[BEGIN LOG]
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O5-2: You've all been informed of recent events?
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O5-2 looks at the council before her. However, O5-1 is missing from the group.
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O5-2: Thirteen is dead, you all know this. Executed for treason.
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O5-8: Yes, and now, what One said would be our greatest battle ended up being a trap set by the opposing side.
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O5-2: Right. And you've had all your doubts about one's plan from the beginning, no?
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Silence across the council.
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O5-2: It's okay, you can say it. One isn't here.
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O5-9: I was going to vote against it all at first, but after what happened to the Ethics Committee, I didn't want to take any chances.
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O5-5: Yeah… the thing about the Ethics Committee is that it needs the power over the council under circumstances like these, otherwise it doesn't actually work.
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O5-2: Right. And if we have nothing we can do without causing worldwide mayhem, then we need somebody who still does have power over the council.
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O5-8: Like who? Who like that still exists apart from, y'know, us?
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O5-2 clears her throat.
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O5-2: Do you all remember the story of how the Foundation was created?
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O5-12: Christ, that's all one talks about now.
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O5-2: What he neglected to mention was the fact that this was done with help by none other than the Administrator.
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O5-6: Well, two, have you ever made contact with this Administrator?
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O5-8: He may not even be alive anymore.
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O5-7: If they were even real in the first place.
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O5-2: But that's all we have. I made sure to develop an .aic to locate and send a file to them pleading for help.
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O5-3: You sure that would work?
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O5-2: It's worth a shot. It's all we have.
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O5-2 takes a step forward and looks at the eleven Overseers sitting in front of her.
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O5-2: All in favor?
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All overseers raise their hands.
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O5-2: It's agreed then.
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O5-2 types a couple of commands into her computer. The .aic leaves for a moment, and then comes back reporting success.
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[END LOG]
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The first overseer sits at his desk, right in front of his computer. He rubs his eyes, before a dinging sound is heard from the laptop.
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O5-1: Oh, this, this is great.
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He pauses for a moment.
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O5-1: I haven't been called the Administrator in a hot while.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Reginald James, the budget coordinator, is walking down a hall. A sound heard from behind causes him to stop.
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???: Hey, wait.
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R. James: Can I help you?
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A. Gerd: I'm Gerd. Here for your weekly report.
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R. James: Sorry if this sounds rude, but have we met before?
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A. Gerd: We have, only over email. I'm the Containment Department head.
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R. James: It's not usual to deliver this by hand, no?
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R. James: Did you have something else you needed to discuss.
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Gerd looks behind her back, and then back to James.
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A. Gerd: None of those things can hear us, right?
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R. James: That's right.
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A. Gerd: Great. You've heard about what happened to the Overseer Council?
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R. James: …Who hasn't?
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A. Gerd: And… you've had doubts about the First Overseer recently, right?
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James freezes from the question. He slowly looks around him, before looking back at Gerd.
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R. James: …Yes.
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[END LOG]
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ABRIDGED INCIDENT LOG
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On 9/5/2020, the entirety of staff at three different Foundation sites and five departments have refused to work, despite repeated attempts at coercing them into doing the work. This has resulted in the theft as well as escape of an unknown number of anomalies.
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The O4 Council has unanimously voted to pass a resolution in support of the protestors.
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Nobody wants to work anymore? Okay, I'll play along with your little game. Let's see how you like this.
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GROUP OF INTEREST #937AH3
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Common Name: "The Foundation Workers Union"
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Overview: An impure faction within the Foundation. Their goal appears to be the replacement of the Overseer Council due to perceived "incompetence". The exact membership count as well as leadership of this group is unknown.
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The rioters associated with the group have staged a large number of protests that have spread hurtful sentiment. On numerous occasions the faction has attempted to spread documents containing very harmful ideas. All documents have been accounted for and wiped.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
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Need to make a request. How quickly can I get spare men over here?
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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We're kind of bogged down at the moment. Need everyone on the front lines. Can't you just, I don't know, institute increased benefits?
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
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How in the hell can we be "bogged down"? These are fucking clone-produced men, entire legions at a time.
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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You can make as many men as you want, but if they don't have the needed weaponry, all you're doing is creating fertilizer.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
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Get me the men. I don't care if it "hurts the frontline" or whatever bullshit you'll give me, I need it now.
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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The only reason you're so adamant about doing this is because you know your position as the Overseer is in jeopardy if you don't, and that worries you more than holding us together, doesn't it? Go fuck yourself.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet
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You feel powerful because you've got all these people listening to your command. But what you should know that the soldiers are programmed to listen to me, not you.
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You made the wrong move, Bernet.
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O5-1: What a beautiful council we have here, today!
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O5-1 stands in the O4 Council meeting room, which is filled with cloned men. O5-1 walks up to one of them.
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O5-1: So, what is your take on increasing Foundation dental insurance?
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MAN: I am not able to have "takes".
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O5-1: Exactly! And that's what I like about you. All you understand is my absolutely perfect leadership! Don't you think?
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MAN: I am not able to "think".
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O5-1: Okay, okay, smartass. My decision was smart, is that not a fact?
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MAN: I am not able to check the validity of "Facts".
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O5-1: Fine, whatever. Give me the weekly report on our current Foundation personnel makeup.
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MAN: I was not given the order to make such a report.
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O5-1: What? That's your entire fucking job.
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MAN: I do not have a concept of "Job".
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
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I heard the seventh legion was wiped out blindly pushing into the forests. What the hell?
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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You told me to stage an offensive against a facility in the region.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
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Anyone with a brain would know to push from the plains region, not the heavy forest. We don't have the capacity for forest guerilla warfare against these GoIs.
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
+To: Office of the First Overseer
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You told me to stage an offensive against the facility.
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From: Office of the First Overseer
+To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
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I assigned you the position with the assumption that you can come up with simple solutions to simple fucking problems!
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From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046
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I was not designed to come up with "solutions". I was designed to take orders.
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What are your orders?
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Addendum 7022.10:
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Why am I even still updating this file? I haven't been contacted about SCP-7022 in quite a long time. I think they may have forgotten I still have my permissions.
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Sorry, I know this isn't meant to be a personal diary or anything, but this is important that there's somebody knows what happened when the dust settles. That is, if there is anybody here then.
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Just last week I've experienced 19 containment breaches at my home site. I don't think anybody's coming to help us though. It's all hands on deck regarding the war. Kowalski tried to voice concerns, and ended up getting declared impure, purged, and replaced. Strikes and resignations are rampant. Don't even know how many actual researchers are still left here, the cafeteria is empty at lunchtime.
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A bunch of other sites fell to the forces of external GoI's. The Foundation is collapsing. Some world governments have even seized the opportunity to loot this organization's dead remains. How do the Overseers respond?
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Well I was tuning into a Foundation meeting yesterday, which now has turned to one simply babbling to himself like a madman. Discussed the potential use of nuclear weaponry. If that happens, we're all fucked.
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The Foundation has turned into nothing but a cobra.
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-7047 is stored in an object containment locker at Site-14. With the exception of testing purposes, SCP-7047 is to be directly observed when outside of its containment unit.
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Containment Procedures are scheduled to be updated pending the results of Addendum-05.
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Description: SCP-7047 is a large collection of dominoes. Other than its ability to absorb ambient kinetic energy, it possesses no physical anomalies.
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SCP-7047's anomalous properties occur when a large amount of it is placed in a localized area and is not observed for an indeterminate period of time.12 SCP-7047 will reposition itself in one or multiple lines; nearby objects may be repositioned so they are significantly involved with the anomaly's domino effect in some fashion.
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The chain reaction begins when the first tile tips over. While the endpoint of the chain reaction may change during each activation, it is hypothesized to be dependent on the objects, areas, and individuals present near SCP-7047 during that time.
Testing Parameters: Site-14's cafeteria kitchen was temporarily closed. Various food ingredients were placed on the preparation station. SCP-7047 is introduced into the room. Direct observation is interrupted.
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Result: Direct observation recommenced. Most tables in the kitchen had been pressed close together. The rest were positioned near an open oven with a baking tray inside. An uncapped can of whip cream is standing on an air duct above the oven, alongside the ingredients. Spice racks near the oven were opened with their contents spilled on the floor. The spice racks, air ducts, and tables have SCP-7047 segments running through them.
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The first tile is knocked over. The domino effect starts with the SCP-7047 segments on the tables and continues to the spice rack. The momentum continues up the spice rack and connects to the segments on the air ducts. Small individual segments collide with the ingredients, causing them to fall down, bounce off the tables, and land in the trade.
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A lone tile falls onto a nearby fork, causing it to fly in the air and collide with the oven's button interface, activating it. The oven rack automatically slides back into the oven and the door closes. Researchers try to open the oven but the door is jammed. After some time, the door is opened, and a thick cloud of smoke spreads out to the kitchen.
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The food in the tray is burnt. The sound of the fire alarm activates, and the sound waves of the alarm cause the whipped cream to fall off. The nozzle penetrates and embeds itself into the 'meal,' releasing a hefty amount of whip cream.
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Test #: 07
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Location: Garden
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Testing Parameters: D-66787 was taken to Site-14's outdoor garden due to his previous occupation as a landscaper and tasked with watering the plants; D-66787 begrudgingly obeyed. An amount of SCP-7047 and a variety of different gardening tools is introduced. Direct observation is interrupted.
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Result: Direct observation recommenced. Most of SCP-7047 was untouched; all of the tools were repositioned in the tree in the center of the garden. D-66787 runs out of water in his watering can and moves to refill it D-66787 steps on a rake, causing the handle to slam into his nose. He cries in pain and staggers back, tripping over a shovel.
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D-66787 in a fit of anger, kicks the shovel, cutting his ankle on the blade. D-66787 cringes as the watering can is thrown from his grip and lands under an outdoor watering facet. D-66787 sits down on the stone planter. The shovel itself collides with a bush, causing several bees to flee.
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One of the bees flies to the roof and knocks over the starting SCP-7047 tile. The flow of the segment on the storm drain continues until the last tile disturbs a nearby crow; the crow flies onto one of the branches of the tree, causing the branches to shake.
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A pinecone falls on D-66787's shoulder. D-66787 looks up just as a hammer collides with his face. D-66787 springs up, nose bleeding, as gardening tools begin to fall on the ground around him. D-66787 attempts to guard against or dodge the incoming projectiles but fails. D-66787 trips over a fallen fertilizer bag and falls onto the ground, turning on the faucet with his nose before he falls.
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The watering can beings to tilt towards a sunflower as it is filled with water. D-66787 groans and turns onto his back; he takes a deep breath. An open fertilizer bag falls onto D-66787's head. The result causes the faucet to break, spraying water everywhere, and the fertilizer to enter D-66787's mouth.
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The flowers surrounding the tree are being watered by the broken faucet. D-66787 scrambles onto his knees and vomits. He is exhausted and has to be removed from the area by nearby personnel.
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Location: Office
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Testing Parameters: The fifth office floor of Site-14 was temporarily relocated until the test concluded. A large amount of SCP-7047 is introduced. Direct observation is interrupted.
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Result: Direct observation recommenced. Unlike the previous tests, few objects in the vicinity were repositioned. All of SCP-7047 were used and branched off into two segments. The first tile fell on its own.
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The first segment continued straight until taking a right turn onto the button of an office fan. The fan's wind current caused a book, standing in front of it, to topple over on top of a pair of scissors. The scissors severed a chain of rubber bands leading to the ceiling.
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A homemade construct consisting of multiple rulers taped together, with a pencil on the top of it, swung from the ceiling and collided with one of the cubicle's computers, creating a small crack on the monitor's screen.
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The other segment created an image of a fist with its middle finger extended. A closer inspection of the computer showed that a worker failed to log out before leaving; the screen showed a paused video of Mango Margallo, a popular food-based Youtuber.3
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Location: Testing Chamber
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Testing Parameters: A highly complex Rube Goldberg machine was constructed in the testing chamber. Various objects including pulleys, buckets, string, pennies, pillows, books, toy blocks, candy, roller skates, rubber bands, bowling balls, bowling pins, action figures, dinnerware, video game consoles, and a shopping card were implemented. SCP-7047 itself was incorporated heavily in many sections of the Rube Goldberg machine.
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The end result of activating the machine would result in the helium balloon being popped by several pencils.
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Result: D-66787 was ordered to tip over the first tile. D-66787 at first refused but was convinced by the consequences of refusal. D-66787 tipped over the tile but it did not result in a domino effect. The balloon slowly lowered to the ground. Confused, D-66787 approached the balloon but tripped over an SCP-7047 tilt hidden on the ground.
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D-66787 fell on the Rube Goldberg machine, destroying it completely. D-66787 falls towards the pencil, nearly avoiding having his eyeballs punctured by multiple pencils. D-66787 displayed signs of shock before laughing in a neurotic manner.
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The string holding the balloon snapped, and the balloon popped on the pencil, spraying a white substance on D-66787.4
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Discovery: SCP-7047 was recovered following an explosion occurring at a sewer line in Lucknow, India. The Foundation took over the investigation and made mention of the words "MiracleLiberationFront"5.
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While the bodies found were too damaged for proper identification, documents recovered from the scene indicated that MLF had established a base in the area. SCP-7047, alongside other anomalous items that were stored there, were used in part for the purposes of weaponization, and advancements in technology.
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SCP-7047 activated during Foundation transport, causing massive traffic delays and mass exposure of its properties to nearby civilians, necessitating prolonged amnestization. SCP-7047 was then transferred to Site-14 for further study.
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Addendum-01: On 12/17/2013, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk were present at Site-14 to review and cross-examine recently uncovered information pertaining to MLF. At the same time, SCP-7047activated.
[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are led into the room by two security guards; rows of containment lockers are seen against the walls.]
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Agent Polk: Augh… how many more do we have left?
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Agent Rodney: One.
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Agent Polk: Good.
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Agent Rodney: Then we have to go to the archives and read those files.
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Agent Polk: Oh god, Rod, c'mon.
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Agent Rodney: You said it was okay since we were in the area.
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Agent Polk: I thought it was like one or two things not a whole treasure of crap—
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[A security guard loudly clears his throat, and stares at Agent Polk with visible disapproval.]
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Agent Polk: What?
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Agent Rodney: We just need to compare the anomaly with my notes and we'll be gone. It shouldn't take more than a moment.
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[They stop at one of the lockers; one of the security guards unlocks the door and opens it. The other guard places the burlap bag on the table. Agent Rodney approaches and opens the bag, pulling out several SCP-7047 tiles.]
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Agent Polk: Dominos? We came all this way for dominos?
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Agent Rodney: They're not normal dominos, Polk.
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Agent Polk: You know what I mean. So what's the deal with them?
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Agent Rodney: They absorb kinetic energy and create chain reactions when not observed.
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Agent Polk: …Huh?
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Agent Rodney: [Sigh] They turn things into Rube Goldberg machines
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Agent Polk: That's it? What does that even mean?
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Agent Rodney: Shush. I'm still reading.
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[Agent Rodney compares his notes, occasionally inspecting SCP-7047. Agent Polk drinks from his coffee cup, appearing bored. Two guards remain on standby. Eventually, Agent Polk approaches the table and picks up one of the tiles.]
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Agent Polk: Well, I have to admit, these do look polished. Though the color scheme's a bit lame if I do say so myself—
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[The tile slips out of Agent Polk's grip. Agent Polk catches the object before it falls to the ground but inadvertently spills some of his coffee onto his shirt. Agent Rodney frowns.]
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Agent Polk: [Muttering] Should be thrown in the trash, you piece— [Deep Breath.] Are you done now?
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Agent Rodney: Yep. Here you go, sir.
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[Agent Rodney hands the bag back to the guard, who places it back into its locker. Both guards exit the room. Agent Rodney places his notes back into the folder and stands up.]
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Agent Polk: …Well?
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Agent Rodney: Well… it's been educational.
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Agent Polk: So, nothing then?
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Agent Rodney: Yes… but we still have those files—
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Agent Polk: Can't we just request to see them when we're back home? It's been a long day.
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Agent Rodney: That'll take way too long, Polk. You know how stingy these transfers get.
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Agent Polk: Ugh.
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Agent Rodney: C'mon, it's close by. And I don't think they'll be too much to read through.
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Agent Polk: Hmm…
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Agent Rodney: And I'll pay for your next meal, how about pizza?
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Agent Polk: [Smiles] I'm gonna hold you up to that.
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Agent Rodney: No problem, Domino's is pretty cheap anyways.
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Agent Polk: [Rolls Eyes] I hate you.
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Agent Rodney: I know.
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[Both agents leave. The room becomes quiet.]
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[Faint clattering noise emanates from the locker containing SCP-7047. The locker door opens.]
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[A moment later, additional lockers open as well. The camera feed cuts off.]
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[The agents approach the help desk. Agent Rodney clears his throat.]
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Secretary: Hello, how may I help you, sir?
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Agent Rodney: Yes, we're here to see documents pertaining to the Lucknow Incident. SCP-7047, MLF, and all that?
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[The secretary nods and makes a call on the work phone. After a moment, she sets the phone down.]
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Secretary: I'm sorry sir, but the archives aren't open at this time. Is there anything else I can do for you?
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Agent Rodney: [Sighs] No, we're good. Have a good day, ma'am.
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[Both agents walk back the way they came.]
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Agent Polk: You still owe me that pizza, Rod.
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Agent Rodney: I get it, man, you don't have to remind me twice.
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Agent Polk: Sucks it became a dead end though.
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Agent Rodney: I wouldn't say that. From what I know, that base had a lot of objects that were going to be approved for all kinds of projects. But that's what bothers me.
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Agent Polk: How so?
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Agent Rodney: SCP-7047 was the few that got rejected, and from a look at their inventory it seems they were carrying a lot of dangerous stuff. And… now that I think about it. The rejection came days before the explosion…
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Agent Polk: Those dominos were at the source of the explosion?
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Agent Rodney: No, they were found far away actually. But there was no indication of a raid or anything. It came from inside. You know what I'm thinking?
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Agent Polk: I think you're overthinking it, pal. Not every anomaly is useful, Rod. They probably just got cocky, screwed up with something else, and made our jobs a bit easier. Besides, it's been for a long time. And nothing happened so far, right?
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Agent Rodney: True, true… I guess I do tend to overthink things—
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[Agent Rodney opens the door to the locker room; multiple curved lines of SCP-7047 and multiple anomalous objects are on the floor. The door knocks over the first tile, starting the chain reaction.]
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Agent Rodney: Never a dull moment at the Foundation.
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Agent Polk: What the hell?! I thought it can't activate if it's locked down?
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Agent Rodney: I don't know! It's… huh?
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[A SCP-7047 segment ends with it pressing a button over on a blender. The blender activates, with a small tornado forming over it. The wind currents rip nearby posters off the wall and collide with a sculpture of a jellyfish floating in the air. The sculpture falls to the ground, activating several more segments; the sculpture is cracked and begins sparking with electricity.]
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Agent Polk: We gotta— how do we stop it? Prevent the flow?
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Agent Rodney: I dunno! Call the Site Director or something!
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[Agent Rodney attempts to block one of the line segments when a lone tile falls in his direction and he slips on it. Agent Rodney crashes into a locker, causing the door to open and a single firework to fall and roll on the floor.]
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[Another segment crashes into a toy plane. At the same time, the last segment knocks against a broom positioned upside down, leaning against a table. The brushes of the broom make contact with the locker, transmuting it to dust, and resulting in a large cyan balloon floating upwards to a ceiling fan.]
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[The toy plane's engines thrust and flies erratically around the room. The plane makes contact with the balloon at the same time it makes contact with the ceiling fan. An explosion occurs, spreading cold vapor across the room.]
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[One cloud of vapor makes contact with Agent Polk's cellphone, and it begins to quickly freeze. In a panic, he throws the cell phone away. The cellphone makes contact with the sculpture, resulting in it breaking and multiple electrical arcs spreading around the room. The lights in the room burnt out.]
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[Agent Rodney groans on the floor, a small streak of blood is visible on his head. He pulls out his cell phone and activates the flashlight function. Agent Polk rushes to him and pulls him to his feet.]
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Agent Polk: Rod. Rod! Are you alright?! How bad is it?
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Agent Rodney: I feel like crap but I'll live. You?
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Agent Polk: Not even a problem. Okay, we need to get out of here and signal the containment team! I don't even want to think… oh… we're still going?
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[Another faint source of light illuminates in the distance. The light is coming from the fuse of the firework. The door to the locker room is kicked open by a security guard.]
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Security Guard: Gentlemen! What is going on in here?!
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Agent Polk: Wait! Back up! Back up—
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[The firework suddenly fires forward and collides with the guard. The guard screams as he and the fireworks continue to propel down the hallway before a blinding flash of light covers the hallway. Multicolor paint is ejected from the hallway and at both agents' faces, followed by the area rumbling.]
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[The alarm sounds and the sprinkler system activates. Agent Rodney looks to Agent Polk.]
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Agent Rodney: So… overthinking it, huh?
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[A row of office cubicles is visible throughout the room. One member of personnel finishes up a telephone call and yawns. He picks up his mug and drinks from it; a lone SCP-7047 tile hides behind it.]
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[The room suddenly shakes, confusing most personnel. The motion causes the man's tie to become hooked onto the switch of a desk fan. The fan activates and blows most of the documents on the desk. The man panics and tries to frantically catch the papers.]
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[One paper sheet flies through the air towards two female personnel conversing with each other in the middle of the room. The sheet of paper flies by and gives one of the personnel a paper cut on her cheek. The injured personnel staggers back and bumps into the janitor. The janitor trips and inadvertently pushes his cart forward.]
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[The cart gains speed as it rams into a large fish tank, causing the glass to shatter; the water and fish fall to the floor. Nearby personnel rush to the fish tank and attempts to save the fish. One of them moves the cart out of the way but didn't lock the wheels. The cart slowly begins to move to the end of the hallway, to an open stairwell. An emergency announcement is made.]
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Announcement: Attention! Attention! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! A level three containment breach is now occurring! Head to the nearest safe zone and listen to further inst—
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[The announcement is cut off, followed by another explosion. The sounds of screaming and stomping are heard. The cart comes slams into the stairway railing and stops. A mop bucket falls from the cart and bounces down the stairs from the fifth floor.]
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[The bucket stops at the fourth floor. Two members of D-Class burst through the door as they are being chased a Foundation guard. The guard shoots one of the D-Class in the head, killing her. The guard attempts to shoot at the other D-Class but stumbles because of the bucket. His helmet falls off and he staggers forward.]
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[The D-Class tries to pull the firearm away from the guard but the latter maintains their grip. The two of them struggle until both of them slam into the railing. The section of railing breaks and they both fall down the stairwell. The bucket rolls on the floor and knocks the helmet down the stairs.]
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[The helmet bounces down the steps and takes a stop on the third floor. A mechanic flings the door open, and the right side of his shirt is on fire. He stubs his toe on the helmet and falls to the floor in pain. The machine falls into a puddle, which snuffs out the fire.]
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[The mechanic stands up in surprise and hysterically laughs, extending his arms outward in celebration. The wrench in his hand slips. The mechanic curses as the wrench tumbles down the stairs before sprinting to the fourth floor.]
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[The wrench tumbles down and rests on the second floor. The door is opened as a researcher backs away slowly from a humanoid entity constructed from glass. The entity pushes the researcher to the ground and attempts to strangle him. The researcher panics and spots the wrench. He painfully extends his hand to the object, grabs it, and hits the entity in the side of the head with it.]
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[The entity's grip loosens, the researcher throws the entity off and repeatedly bashes the entity's head in with the wrench until it stops moving. The researcher takes a deep breath, does a small fist bump, and sprints down the stairs to the first floor, taking several turns in the corridors.]
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[The researcher makes it to the main hallway, and appears out of the breath. The researcher relaxes and unlocks the door at the end of the hallway. Just as he does so, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk run past the doorway to the confusion of the researcher. The researcher turns around to see a large copper sculpture of a bull slamming its head into him. The researcher screams as he is thrown out of a window.]
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Agent Rodney: I told you not to mess with it!
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Agent Polk: It was staring at me and blowing smoke! What was I supposed to do?!
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Agent Rodney: It's gaining on us!
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[The bull continues to chase the two agents outside the building. The entity catches up to Agent Polk, latches its horns under his pelvis, and tosses him high into the air. Agent Polk screams until he falls on the grass. He appears to be in pain.]
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Agent Rodney: Polk!… Ah— Dammit!
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[Agent Rodney gains more distance from the bull and reloads the battery into a taser gun. Agent Rodney turns around and shoots the bull; the bull slows down from the electric shock before becoming inanimate. Agent Rodney pants and drops the taser to the ground before collapsing from exhaustion.]
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Agent Rodney: Good thing I read about your allergy to zapping, huh, Mr. Bull Market? Hehe, not this time… Mr. R gets to live another day… ow.
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[Agent Rodney looks towards the building, a section of it is on fire.]
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Agent Rodney: Sometimes I hate being right.
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[Agent Polk stands up and stumbles towards Agent Rodney. His nose is bleeding. He stares at the bull, then the building. Agent Polk is still holding his gun and massages the bridge of his nose.]
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Agent Polk: Should've… gone… home.
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Agent Rodney: I heard you the first time. We're gonna… [Pant] have to pull at the stops for this one… a bunch of calls.
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Agent Polk: Taken care of— [Agent Polk reaches for his pocket then stops.] What? Oh, that's right. I'm gonna have to pay for a new one now. Fuck… okay… you know what we're gonna do now? We're going to borrow someone else's phone, go to the infirmary, and check the hell out of Sacramento? Crystal?
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Agent Rodney: Clear.
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Agent Polk: Good… that's real good—
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[Agent Polk trips. His handgun falls from his grip and fires into the air. Agent Polk staggers back up.]
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Agent Polk: Stupid… damn bull made me trip.
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Agent Rodney: …I don't think that was the bull.
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[Agent Rodney stares at the spot where Agent Polk tripped and inspects it. After a moment, he pulls out an SCP-7047 tile.]
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[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk remain silent.]
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[The perspective is taken from a handheld camera, filming against a white wall. A morbidly obese Caucasian male is wearing an extra-large blue shirt. A variety of fast food items are placed haphazardly on the table in front of him. The man is smiling.]
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Mango Margallo: Here we go-go guys! Mango Margallo here with a Chick-fil-A mukbang! We have chicken sandwiches! Mm-hmm! Crisscross fries! Mm-hmm-mm! And… [Gasp] Salad?! Get that out of here! I don't need—
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[A sandwich tips over from the pile and falls to the floor. Mango Margallo looks at the fallen sandwich, and cries in an exaggerated manner.]
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[EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY]
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[Mango Margallo eats with his mouth open while making loud sucking noises. He struggles to shove an entire sandwich in his mouth when loud flatulence is heard. He cries again.]
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[EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY]
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[After hitting the table with a broom; a large amount of food remains on the table. Mango Margallo exaggerates an angry expression whiles taking a bite out of a whole onion.]
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Mango Margallo: Oh my god, guys! I've run out of food! [Fake Crying] I need more food, guys or I'm gonna starve! I'm hungry! I need food! I need food right now—
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[A bullet is propelled through the window at high speeds and penetrates through Mango Margallo's mouth, shattering a significant portion of his teeth and destroying his brain stem. Mango Margallo remains silent as his body falls face first into a bowl of mac and cheese; an SCP-7047 tile can be seen in the bowl.]
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[The onion falls on the ground and rolls out of frame, presumably down the stairs.]
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[The room becomes silent as blood begins to seep into the mac and cheese. Loud flatulence can be heard.]
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Addendum-02: The aftermath of SCP-7047's activation led to multiple casualties, the loss of several anomalies, and Site-14 sustaining significant damage. It was believed that this was the end of the event. However, it was later discovered that most of SCP-7047 had vanished without apparent cause.
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This coincided with a series of highly improbable events occurring across various areas of the globe. Below is a partial list of known recorded events.
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El Paso, United States
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Following the announcement of Mango Margallo's death, many of his fans set up makeshift memorials within the city limits of El Paso, Texas. Several patrons had gotten heavily inebriated and started a brawl, which escalated when the nearest bar close to the memorial got involved in the fight. One of the patrons decided to drive away from the scene in a panic and inadvertently crashed into another car smuggling illegal fireworks. A Canadian tourist happened to witness the crash and managed to steal some of the fireworks before police arrived. An SCP-7047 tile was found near the bottles of beer the patrons were drinking.
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A Canadian couple had set up a baby shower in the countryside. Witnesses reported that the father had launched several fireworks as a means of revealing the gender of the baby. Instead, one of the fireworks collided with a hill, starting a massive wildfire and putting the nearby Native American settlement in danger. The couple was arrested and charged with reckless endangerment. The baby was revealed to be a girl. An SCP-7047 tile was found near where the fireworks were being stored.
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Bern, Switzerland
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Tommy Baso, a member of a local doomsday cult, witnessed a rampant wildfire occurring in Canada on the news. Believing it to be a sign of the end times, Baso decided to rob a jewelry store before fleeing the country. However, Baso attempted to rob a gun store by complete accident instead. Federal investigators had to identify Baso by his driver's license due to his facial features being completely unrecognizable. An SCP-7047 tile was found in his pockets.
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Johannesburg, South Africa.
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In the aftermath of Baso's death, the Global Occult Coalition found evidence that he had major ties to a fast-growing Sarkic cult in South Africa. Coalition forces were deployed and encountered the cult, engaging in a large-scale human sacrifice operation in an attempt to revive an unknown deceased entity. The conflict resulted in high causalities and the near nuclear destruction of Johannesburg. Fortunately, the crisis was narrowly resolved in favor of the Coalition; the remaining cult members transformed into birds and fled the country. An SCP-7047 tile was found at the scene.
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A geriatric man was mowing his lawn when he saw a flock of birds flying in the sky when he suffered severe stomach pains. The man panicked and ran back into his residence. The lawnmower continued to operate and eventually left the premises. An SCP-7047 tile was found in the toilet bowl.
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These events were connected to each other in some fashion, and an SCP-7047 tile is always found at the scene. The most widely-accepted theory for this is due to SCP-7047's kinetic-absorption properties; the anomaly had absorbed high amounts of kinetic energy outside its containment unit in a long time frame, leading to the augmentation of its preexisting capabilities.
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Foundation assets were deployed to require missing SCP-7047 tiles, and mitigating disruptions caused by the anomaly. New intel suggested that SCP-7047 next activation would occur within or near El Paso County, Colorado, United States.
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MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") and multiple agents were deployed into the area in response, in the hope of stopping SCP-7047's influence.
[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are sitting on a park bench. Agent Rodney attempts to watch the live feed from Epsilon-6's and traffic cameras in the area by hiding the phone behind a newspaper.]
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Agent Rodney: You said we got to blend in.
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Agent Polk: Rod, that trick literally only works in the movies or the stupid. Like… why bother at all? Everyone else doesn't seem to mind.
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[Agent Polk jabs a finger at multiple passersbys on the street, all of whom are on their phones. Agent Rodney sighs and crumbles the newspaper.]
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Agent Rodney: What a waste of two bucks. Did you see anything on your end?
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Agent Polk: Nah, it's all good… for now. I really don't get it.
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Agent Rodney: Get what?
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Agent Polk: The anomalies, especially the newer ones. They don't make sense.
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[Epsilon-6 spots a lawnmower moving autonomously across the town square; a pair of human hands of varying ethnicities are attached to the handle in order of skin gradient. The lawnmower enters LUCKY MIKE'S, a family-owned liquor store. Epsilon-6 raid the store.]
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Agent Rodney: Isn't that the point?
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Agent Polk: No, I mean— you remember when we first joined? The stuff we got after was still weird and dangerous, but it was at least somewhat consistent.
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Agent Rodney: Yeah?
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[Epsilon-6 attempts to secure the store and turn off the lawnmower when the owner of the store, an elderly woman, curses, and fires a shotgun at the operatives. Epsilon-6 fire back at the owner, causing her to fall to the ground. The walls of the store block the sound from alerting nearby civilians.]
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Agent Polk: These days it feels like it's been cranked up to eleven! Too many big bads here and there are crawling out of the woodwork and trying to compete with each other to see who's the biggest dick—
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Agent Rodney: It's been a real problem, yeah.
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[Before the owner succumbs to their injuries, eyes glowing purple, her body morphs into several hostile entities that appear to have a detrimental effect on local reality. Epsilon-6 panics and fires their firearms. Nearby civilians are still unable to hear the commotion.]
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Agent Polk: And there's these groups running around by the hundreds, making our job that much harder. And most of them are dumbass, jackasses, or just plain assholes. I used to count all of them on my hands. Now it's by the dozens, and then some. Is it really that easy to become a terrorist?
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Agent Rodney: You don't need magic or superpowers for that. Though, I don't think most of them would really count as terrorists—
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[Epsilon-6 rush out of the building before it violently shatters into multiple pieces. The entities, a worm-like creature with a canine and feline head at both ends, a humanoid individual with no eyes and a large grin wearing farmer's clothes, and a large mosquito expelling excessive amounts of an acidic-based compound engage in combat with Epsilon-6. Due to all the entities possessing an antimemetic field around themselves, everyone besides Epsilon-6 ignores the firefight.]
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Agent Polk: —And the worst part. The very worst part is that new skips are just… stupidly overpowered, it's ridiculous! It's one thing if they were an eldritch freak of nature, a piece of technology from the far future or hell, a well-trained reality bender. But this… I have no words. No words at all.
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[Agent Polk scrolls down his phone and shows Agent Rodney a picture of SCP-7047.]
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[The worm is constricting the heads of multiple operatives, causing their craniums to explode; the mosquito sprays acid at a lone operative but misses. The operative responds by firing his assaults rife at its eyes at point-blank range. The humanoid entity rips a stop sign from a nearby street corner and beats the commander to death with it.]
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Agent Polk: The procedures were just dandy, this anomaly, this… toy, was under control, until it was not… for some reason.
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Agent Rodney: Well, it did absorb a lot of energy.
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Agent Polk: So that justifies all of this?
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[Agent Polk gestures and waves their hand in front of them in an exaggerated motion. Behind them in the distance, the humanoid entity laughs and stomps through the commander's pelvis. He blocks most of the bullets from Esplion-6 with his stop sign and collects the commander's grenades.]
[Agent Polk holds up and taps against the newspaper. The worm-like entity's feline head pushes itself through the mouth of a nearby operative. The operative panics as their jaw breaks, and is bitten on the cheek by the dog head.]
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Agent Polk: This thing, this flimsy, wood… byproduct thing, could… become a black hole or… cause everyone to become psycho or… maybe… suck us into the pages and eat us? How would you deal with that?
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[The feline head emerges and ruptures through the operative's loins. The operative dies. Although the entities remain standing, they appear visibly weakened from Epsilon-6's continued fire.]
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Agent Rodney: Just deal with it?
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Agent Polk: [Sigh] Look, if you're not gonna take this seriously—
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Agent Rodney: No, Polk. I-I'm serious. I just think we should just simply deal with it the best we can.
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Agent Polk: Really? Even with that prospect… you're okay with it?
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[One operative fires a shotgun at the humanoid entity's stomach, causing it to bleed heavily. The humanoid screeches in pain. The humanoid punches a hole through the operative's face and throws the body at the remainder of Epsilon-6. The worm approaches the humanoid; the feline head licks the blood off of the humanoid.]
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Agent Rodney: Not really. I've been through the wringer and on death's door so many times I guess it doesn't really phase me anymore. The best we can do is go with the flow and steer things in the right direction. The Foundation's no pushover, Polk.
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Agent Polk: Even so, we're not going against a fair playing field here.
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Agent Rodney: Has it ever been fair?
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[Agent Polk massages the bridge of his nose. The humanoid brushes the feline head away; the head hisses in response. The humanoid scowls and tightens its grip on the stop sign.]
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Agent Polk: No… How's Epsilon doing?
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Agent Rodney: Give me a sec. Hm? The feed's been cut—?
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[The decapitated head of a feline bounces off the bench and rolls on the grass. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are alarmed.]
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Agent Rodney: Oh.
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Agent Polk: What?
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[The resulting death and severe maiming of the entities results in the antimemetic field waning to the point the carnage becomes visible. Civilians witnessing the carnage flee in terror while both agents unholster their firearms.]
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Agent Polk: That's our cue! C'mon, c'mon!
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[Both agents, as well as nearby Foundation personnel, rush to assist Epsilon-6. The reinforcements fire at the entity; the worm entity is terminated. The humanoid entity sprints away from the town and retreats into a cornfield. Foundation personnel, including Agent Rodney and Agent Polk, follow it.]
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Construction Site.
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[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk emerge from an open section in the corn field; various construction equipment and a bulldozer are in the vicinity.]
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Agent Polk: Damn it… did we lose it?
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Agent Rodney: Too early to say. I can't… wow, that escalated quickly. You think that's due to the whole… effect of SCP-7047?
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Agent Polk: No doubt. It came here for a reason.
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Agent Rodney: I'd say. We should get back with the group and wait for the helicopter. They're going to need help with the clean-up.
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Agent Polk: No way, that freak is part of this. We can't just let it go—
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[The humanoid entity appears from an outhouse and slams Agent Polk into a large ditch with its stop sign. Agent Rodney raises his firearm but is kicked into the ditch by the entity. Agent Polk pulls Agent Rodney to his feet; the firearm falls and sinks into the mud.]
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Agent Polk: Rod!
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Agent Rodney: I'm fine! Where's the thing now?!
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[The start-up of an engine is heard. Agent Polk and Agent Rodney freeze then look upward. A bulldozer approaches the ditch; the humanoid entity is driving the vehicle. Agent Rodney attempts to retrieve his firearm but is pulled out of the way by Agent Polk before the bulldozer falls into the ditch.]
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Agent Rodney: Shoot it! Shoot it—
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[Agent Polk turns around and fires at the entity. The entity responds by lifting the bucket upward to block the shots. After multiple shots, Agent Polk relents and follows Agent Rodney to the end of the ditch. Agent Rodney faces his back to the wall and crouches.]
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Agent Rodney: You first, hurry!
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[Agent Polk stands on Agent Rodney's shoulders and climbs out of the ditch. The former then grabs the latter's arms and pulls him out of the ditch as well. The entity becomes enraged and leaps from the bulldozer toward the agents.]
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Agent Polk: Holy—
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[Agent Polk shoots, managing to fire a bullet into the entity's mouth in midair. The entity's corpse falls on top of him, forcing Agent Polk into a puddle of mud. A nearby crow is freighted and flies into the air.]
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Agent Polk: Get it off! Get it off!
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[Agent Rodney quickly pushes the entity off. Agent Polk gets up to his feet and stares at the entity, who is bleeding profusely from his mouth.]
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Agent Rodney: Is it dead?
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Agent Polk: I… I think so. It's not breathing… and bleeding.
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Agent Rodney: Damn Polk, quite the crack shot aren't you?
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Agent Polk: Heh, I just think I got lucky.
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Agent Rodney: Very lucky.
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Agent Polk: Yep, that could've gone south quick… unless…
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[Agent Polk looks behind him. In the spot where the crow once stood, an SCP-7047 tile is half-buried in the ground. The crow is flying away.]
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Agent Polk: Oh no, no, no, no, no—
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[Agent Polk aims at the crow; a loud click is heard. Agent Polk searches his pockets and curses.]
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Agent Polk: Ammo clip, now!
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[Agent Rodney hands him a spare pistol magazine. Agent Polk reloads his firearm and pulls the trigger again; the firearm becomes jammed. The crow flies out of view over a hill.]
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Agent Polk: No! Goddammit!
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[Agent Polk throws the firearm away and sits on the ground. Agent Polk suffers a headache as he wipes the mud away from his head. Agent Rodney bites his lip as he stares at the tile.]
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Agent Rodney: Well… we certainly failed but… at least didn't get any worse than it could've.
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Agent Polk: Yeah… for now.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-03: Complication arose during the operation; Epsilon-6 encountered and got into a violent confrontation with a highly trained reality-bender, resulting in several causalities and the loss of private property. The SCP-7047 tile was recovered and the entire town was amnestized in the aftermath.
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Shortly after, additional SCP-7047 tiles remerged in events corresponding to the anomaly's modus operandi. Among these included:
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A bank teller slipped on the floor caused by a leaky water cooler. The teller suffocated due to a large number of banknotes stuffed into his trachea.
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A Ferris wheel detaching from its support and rolling away from a traveling carnival. Despite it theoretically being too heavy to support its own weight, the wheel managed to spin twenty miles before tipping over. There were no casualties reported, and the riders commented that it was 'frightening, but got fun soon after, then boring.'
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A group of local kids were playing a game of jacks when a bucket of black paint spilled on them from above. The kids cried.
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The UIU were conducting a raid on an individual suspected of selling illegal paratechnology. Their intel was wrong, however, and they instead raided a marijuana farm. An outlet fire occurred and burned the farm. The UIU agents ended up being put on temporary paid leave for 'accidental doping.'
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Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were leaving a convenience store when the former tripped and dropped his bottle of liquor on the sidewalk. They inspect the area and find an SCP-7047 tile under Agent Polk's shoe. Agent Polk flies into a rage until being calmed down by Agent Rodney.
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Unlike earlier observations, subsequent SCP-7047 events appear to occur rapidly and more than half of them do not appear to connect with each other. The Foundation tracked a major SCP-7047 event that was inbound towards Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. In preparation, Foundation brought in several SRA's, experimental technologies, and Foundation plants in the area to contain the anomalous phenomena.
Foreword: This footage was taken from the █████ ████████ Casino & Resort.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The gaming floor is filled to the brim with patrons, either playing the games or eating at the food court. Multiple Foundation agents are disguised as casino staff. Agent Polk is at the blackjack table, pushing chips around.]
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Agent Polk: Here you go, Ma'am! Fifty chips. Would you like to play another game—
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[The players laugh as they leave, paying no attention to Agent Polk. Agent Polk groans; he removes his bowtie and pulls on his collar.]
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Agent Polk: 'Thank you mister, but we had our fill.' 'Okay, have a good night guys.' 'Thank you, bye!' [Sigh] This vest is so hot—
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Agent Rodney: I told you should've taken security man. Customer service sucks.
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[Agent Polk turns around to see Agent Rodney in a security guard outfit. Agent Polk shakes his head and drinks from a water bottle.]
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Agent Polk: Didn't get a choice in the matter. One of our guys got pulled out last minute. Did we get those devices set up yet?
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Agent Rodney: Just about. They hid them all over the place. I think some other guy has the remote though.
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Agent Polk: I still think we should've closed off the area. Isn't it our job to make sure that the public does not get involved?
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Agent Rodney: Things are heating up, Polk. You know how much they want to nail this down. Besides, it's not like we can lure the anomaly where we want it to be anyways. The most we can do right now is to trick it.
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Agent Polk: Trick it? You're saying it can think now?
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Agent Rodney: I mean… it's nothing official, but that's what I heard. Would explain a lot actually.
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Agent Polk: No… no, that makes this plan even more shitty. There's too many variables… so many factors.
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Agent Rodney: Because of the people and the games?
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Agent Polk: Not just that! See that up there?
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[Agent Polk points to a series of star-shaped ornaments hanging from the ceiling.]
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Agent Polk: That can easily hurt someone or get in the way. It's a trap. In fact, this entire place is a trap waiting to happen. Don't tell me you forgot what happened at the site or what that damn eyeless hick was gonna do to us.
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Agent Rodney: Look, it may not come to this place, tonight. Hell! It may not come to Vegas at all—
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[Agent Rodney's pager rings. Both agents stare at the device, with Agent Polk holding his breath when Agent Rodney answers it.]
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Agent Rodney: Yes, this Rodney. Um… I'm by the gaming tables with Polk. Why… Oh! Okay, I'll be right there. [To Agent Polk] Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
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Agent Polk: It's here? Now?!
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Agent Rodney: Don't know. All I know is that some people upstairs are in a brawl. We're not taking chances. Stay here and watch, I'm gonna check this out.
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Agent Polk: Then go. Go!
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Agent Rodney: I'm going, I'm going!
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[Agent Rodney rushes out of frame. Agent Polk stares at Rodney and then presses his hands against his face. He looks up, more patrons are standing expectantly by his table. Agent Polk immediately fakes a smile, clenching his teeth in the process.]
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[Agent Rodney steps out of the elevator and into the hallway. Several patrons rush by him. Agent Rodney hears screaming, runs further down the hallway, takes a right turn, and freezes in place.]
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[Two men in suits, severely intoxicated engage in a physical fight with steak knives on the dancefloor. A large fire is emerging from the kitchen and appears to be slowly spreading. The smoke machines on stage are malfunctioning and are covering much of the room in fog. Patrons are rushing towards the exit, inadvertently knocking over other patrons and other objects to the floor]
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[Agent Collins is shaking a fire extinguisher, squeezing the handle tightly. After nothing happens, He curses, tosses the extinguisher away, and aims his firearm toward the two men. They cease fighting and kneel to the floor.]
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Agent Collins: Down! Down to the floor you son of bitch! You're crazy—
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Agent Rodney: Collins?!
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Agent Collins: Rodney! Thank god!
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[Agent Collins handcuffs one of the men while aiming his gun at the other man. Agent Collins is sweating.]
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Agent Collins: I don't know what happened! It just came out of nowhere.
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Agent Rodney: You mean the fire?
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Agent Collins: Everything! I looked away and suddenly, boom! Chaos! Why aren't the fire alarms working—?!
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Agent Rodney: Broken probably? What can I do?
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Agent Collins: Put that inferno out before it consumes us goddammit. Hey, hey!
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[One of the men reaches for the knife but freezes.]
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Agent Collins: Don't you dare, I swear— [To Agent Rodney] Do it, don't wait for me! Now. Now!
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[The fire is beginning to slowly emerge from the kitchen; smoke is coming out from the kitchen on mass. Agent Rodney spots another fire extinguisher on the far end of the room. Agent Rodney rushes to it but is pushed to the ground by multiple fleeing patrons, getting stepped on in the process.]
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[Agent Rodney continues getting trampled until he rolls to the left and ducks under a table. Despite being in severe pain, he scrambles out from the table and limps toward the fire extinguisher. More agents enter the room and become shocked upon seeing the fire spreading from the kitchen onto the curtains hanging on the walls.]
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[Smoke and fog obscure the room to the point where visibility is nearly impossible. Agent Rodney sees one of the men on top of Agent Collins, the latter of whom is attempting to stop the attacker from biting his face off]
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Agent Collins: No! No! Get off, you— ah!
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[The man bites Agent Collins' wrist, drawing blood. Agent Rodney rushes towards the two of them, dropping the fire extinguisher and pulling out his gun. The man saw Agent Rodney and reaches for the firearm resting next to him. He grabs it and aims at Agent Rodney; Agent Rodney fires first, the man exclaims in pain as he fires upward and collapses to the ground. Other agents come and restrain the man.]
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Agent Rodney: You alright? Collins?
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Agent Collins: I'm fine! Thanks…
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[Agent Collins and Agent Rodney stare at the fire. It has reached the ceiling now.]
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Agent Rodney: Evac and 911 calls?
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Agent Collins: Probably the best course of action.
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Agent Rodney: I'm going to call, Polk. Someone pull the fire alarms downstairs and shuffle everyone—
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[A loud creaking sound is heard. Agent Rodney looks up. A massive chandler suddenly falls from the cloud of smoke and is heading towards his position. Agent Rodney gasps and runs before it crashes into the dance floor.]
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Agent Polk: Okay, ma'am. Like I said before: this is Blackjack, not Poker. You want to play Poker, you can go to those tables over there.
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Woman: But it's busy and I need to go soon! Can't you make an—
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Agent Polk: [Sigh] No, I can't ma'am. I'll get fired if I do that, Ma'am. Can I interest you in a game of Blackjack instead, ma'am?
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Woman: I don't think I like your attitude.
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Agent Polk: Attitude? ma'am, I'm literally telling you how it is, I can't do anything else about it.
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Woman: Well that's what happened last time! Where is your manager?
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Agent Polk: …Sure thing, ma'am. You want me to go him real quick.
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Woman: What do you think?
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Agent Polk: Alright, sure thing, ma'am. Be right back, ma'am.
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[Agent Polk nods and leaves. Once he is out of hearing range, he stops smiling and answers his radio.]
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Agent Polk: What a tool. [To Radio] Marcos can I switch into the guard uniform now? My area is pretty much dead… Marcos? Marcos! Calm down, I can't hear you… what? Wha— When did it start? How bad is it—
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[The fire alarm activates in the distance. Guests in the area begin shuffling out of the game room.]
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Agent Polk: Alright, fine. Mission abort? I can roll with that. Let me get up there… no?! Why not—
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[The ceiling above Agent Polk collapses, making way for a massive chandler. Agent Polk shouts and, trips, nearly avoiding getting crushed by the metal frame. Agent Polk crawls out from the wreckage and looks up. He chokes and steps back.]
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Agent Rodney: Help me! Help— Guys?! Crap! Oh!… no. No….ow.
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[The chain connected to the chandler is wrapped around Agent Rodney's leg; he is hanging upside down in the air. Agent Polk freezes while the patrons are panicking. The SRA's activate, but the carnage is still occurring.]
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Agent Polk: Rodney?!
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Agent Rodney: Yeah?!
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Agent Polk: What happened?!
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Agent Rodney: The anomaly, what do you think?!
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Agent Polk: Relax man! We're gonna get through this, okay? J-Just hold on for a minute!
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Agent Rodney: I can't reach the chain!… Polk!
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Agent Polk: Yeah?!
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Agent Rodney: Slot machines!
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[Agent Rodney points his finger. Agent Polk turns around and curses. Large chunks of debris is falling on the slot machines and arcade game. Not only do they obstruct the area, wiring and all electronics become sprawled out on the floor.]
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Agent Rodney: Up! Up! Watch out!
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[Agent Polk immediately hides under the Blackjack table, and multiple ornaments fall on his location. Agent Polk looks at the ornaments in disapproval.]
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Agent Polk: Of course. [To Radio] Attention! We got a code red, in here. My partner's in danger and the damage's getting worse, how should we proceed?
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[Agent Collins peers through the hole from above, pulling on the chain. He is straining heavily until he lets go and talks into the radio.]
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Agent Collins:I can't pull him out, the chain's stuck on something! Start the evac and keep an eye on him. We're coming down now!
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[Agent Collins leaves. Agent Rodney tries again to reach his legs to no success. Agent Polk keeps an eye on the ceiling while avoiding the fleeing patrons. The rate of objects falling from above decrease dramatically.]
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Agent Polk: What now? C'mon, skip… what's your endgame now?
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[Agent Polk spots a lit cigarette next to a section of the rug; the rug is on fire and producing a significant amount of smoke. Agent Polk then looks to the fire sprinklers, then to the exposed wiring on the floor. Patrons are still passing through the area. Agent Polk holds their breath for a moment, then sprints forward.]
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Agent Rodney: Polk? Where you going, evac's that way—
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Agent Polk: Rod! Where's the circuit breaker?!
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Agent Rodney: I… by the Poker tables? Why—
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Agent Polk: Thanks!
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Agent Rodney: Huh?!
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[Agent Polk rushes across the game room, jumping over the wiring and rubble on the ground. Multiple patrons brush and knock into Agent Polk. Agent Polk eventually lost his footing and trips on the floor.]
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Agent Rodney: Roll over! Roll ov—
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[Agent Polk looks up and rolls to his left as a large ornament falls and shatters on his previous location. Several shards scrape and draw blood on Agent Polk's side. Agent Polk takes a sharp intake of breath and makes their way to the circuit breaker on the wall.]
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[Before Agent Polk can open the box, one member of staff accidentally tips over a mop bucket as they flee. Water is spilled on the floor, causing Agent Polk to slip onto his back. Agent Polk snaps his head back and sees the smoke reaching the fire sprinklers.]
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Agent Polk: Nope!
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[Agent Polk unholsters his firearm and fires at the circuit breaker. The power is cut to the game room, putting the area briefly in darkness. The emergency lights then turn on, and although the sprinklers are activated, no electrocution occurs on the game room floor due to a lack of power. Agent Polk pants then chuckles.]
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Agent Polk: Gotcha.
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Agent Rodney: Polk! Did we… did we just win?
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[Agent Polk stares at Agent Rodney, still hanging from the chain. Agent Polk makes a thumb's up gesture, then rests in the puddle of dirty water in exhaustion.]
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[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are in the casino parking lot. Cop cars and firefighters are visible in the background. Smoke is still rising from the building. Both agents have blankets draped over their shoulders. They enter their car and drive away. Agent Rodney stares at the building from the passenger seat.]
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Agent Rodney: Some night, huh?
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Agent Polk: Please. It was the night. I didn't think we'd get out of there for a moment.
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[Their car exits the parking lot.]
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Agent Rodney: Yep. Being a skipper tends to take years off your life, huh?
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Agent Polk: Some sooner than others.
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Agent Rodney: …Yep… how did you know that SCP-7047 was focusing on the sprinklers?
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Agent Polk: I tried to think of the worst possible situation that could occur there, then I stopped it. A lucky guess… how's your leg? Are you sure you don't need a hospital?
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Agent Rodney: Nah, I think I just sprained it. Let's head back to the motel. I can't even right now.
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Agent Polk: You're speaking to the choir, friend… what are you doing?
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Agent Rodney: Checking my texts. I'm… making sure we have the anomaly secure this time. Agent Collins's giving me updates.
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Agent Polk: Oh, okay. Like…?
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Agent Rodney: For starters, they haven't found the tile yet.
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Agent Polk: Well that was a very large casino.
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Agent Rodney: The guys that started the fight were arrested and sent to jail.
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Agent Polk: How can two men go psycho like that?
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Agent Rodney: They were on meth
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Agent Polk: Oh, okay, never mind then.
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Agent Rodney: But… I'm just getting this now. It seems things have settled down back there.
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Agent Polk: Great. So… does that mean we're done? Rod? You seem kind of sad, is something up?
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Agent Rodney: No, it's just. I dunno, did that whole fiasco back there seem a bit rushed to you? The anomaly tends to be a bit more… articulate when it comes to the Rube Goldberg thing.
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Agent Polk: Rushed? Honestly, I didn't notice. Aren't they always rushed to some degree?
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Agent Rodney: I just can't shake the feeling that we're doing something wrong here.
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Agent Polk: That's for Command to decide, nothing much we can do now. Hey, by the way, do you mind if we pick up food on the way home? I missed lunch—
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[A loud bump is heard, followed by beeping on the dashboard. Agent Polk grits his teeth in visible frustration and parks the car by the sidewalk.]
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Agent Rodney: What happened?
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Agent Polk: A tire popped. Hold on, let me see how bad it—
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[Agent Polk and Agent Rodney exit the car. On the front right tire, an SCP-7047 tile protrudes from the rubber.]
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Agent Rodney: How? It wasn't even near the casino!
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Agent Polk: I don't… just report it we need—
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[A large bird dropping falls on Agent Polk's shoulder. He looks up to see a crow flying overhead. Both agents look to Agent Polk's shoulder; another tile rests on Agent Polk's shoulder. Agent Rodney quickly communicates with Agent Collins on his phone.]
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[Agent Polk looks at both SCP-7047 tiles, walks to a bench in a stiff manner, and takes a seat. The bird droppings and tile slides down his back as he stares off into space.]
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-04: In the aftermath, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk reported two tiles in their possession; no were found at the scene of the anomaly. Due to deviation from the typical behavior of SCP-7047 further investigation was authorized. While the anomalous phenomena that have taken place within █████ ████████ have sufficiently ceased, it was found that, during containment efforts, multiple co-independent SCP-7047 events have split off from the main anomaly.
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While the exact number of coinciding SCP-7047 events have varied, it is theorized that ten to twenty are existing at once at any given time. Furthermore, it appears that SRA's have no effect on SCP-7047.
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Weeks later following the event of Addendum-04, SCP-7047 had been exclusively targeting other groups and locations associated with other GoI's:
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Munich, Germany
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A bio-mechanic jellyfish-like creature was captured by the GOC. Before the creature could be slated for termination, a lightning bolt had struck its body, augmenting its psychic abilities and teleporting elsewhere. Current tracking reports suggest it is heading towards the Eastern Coast of the United States. An SCP-7047 tile was recovered in the area where the lightning struck.
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Florida, United States
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The Sarkic cult that had fled Johannesburg attempted to resume its previous activities until being stopped by the UIU and GOC. Only several members survived due to heavy car traffic caused by a fallen tree; the group has been rumored to be settled in the Northeastern portion of the United States. An SCP-7047 tile was recovered by the tree.
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Yokohama, Japan
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The Church of the Broken God were attempting to introduce multiple thaumaturgic spells into the internet when a power outage occurred. Although the spell failed, massive surges of thaumaturgic energy traveled through data networks and servers across the world. The energy has been traced somewhere in the state of New York, United States. An SCP-7047 tile was found at the group's base of operations.
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Toronto, Canada
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A MLF-based operation team was stationed in New York City. They had become alerted to the situation and diverted significant resources to confronting SCP-7047. The team fled when Foundation forces attempted to intercept them but did recover their notes in the process. Instead of the MLF doing their best to capture and weaponize the anomaly as previously thought, it is now known they were tasked with destroying the anomaly in its entirety, basing their previous experiences with it, and information gleaned from their precognitive members claiming catastrophic results if SCP-7047 is not stopped soon.
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Addendum-05: As of 07/03/2014, a new development concerning SCP-7047 occurred. All events were making their way to New York City. The Foundation decided to work alongside the GOC and the UIU, citing the threat of an SK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario all available Foundation resources and assets were on scene, and the city was put on lockdown.
Location of where Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were stationed.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are sitting on a bench. Both of them appear visibly exhausted. Civilians are proceeding through their activities, occasionally noticing the Foundation and UIU agents in police uniforms.]
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Agent Polk: So what's the excuse this time?
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Agent Rodney: The cover story?
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Agent Polk: Mm-hmm.
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Agent Rodney: Terrorists on the run… I think.
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Agent Polk: They sure love using that one, huh?
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Agent Rodney: It gets things done.
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Agent Polk: Sure does.
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[A woman walking their dog moves in front of them. The dog licks Agent Rodney's hand; Agent Rodney pets the dog's head in return. Agent Polk tries to pet it as well but the dog moves out of frame. Agent Polk lowers their hand and slouches onto the bench.]
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Agent Polk: The end of everything is right over the horizon and here we pissing about—
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Agent Rodney: It may not be that apocalyptic, Polk. The city could just end up getting nuked—
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Agent Polk: You consider that a good thing?
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Agent Rodney: Well… it's certainly not the worst-case scenario.
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Agent Polk: …
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Agent Rodney: Walk to calm your nerves?
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[Agent Polk nods, both agents rise up and walk down the sidewalk.]
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Agent Polk: I don't get why they thought the extra help is going to be our magic bullet. It chose a city, anything can happen in a city… too many variables. They didn't report anything, right?
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Agent Rodney: Not at the moment. The anomaly probably hasn't arrived yet.
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Agent Polk: Or it already started and we are none the wiser.
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Agent Rodney: That's… a possibility.
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Agent Polk: Do you really think we can stop it?
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Agent Rodney: Honestly? I think this might be the one that has us by the balls so to speak. Because… things always seem to go their way?
[Agent Rodney slows his pace. Agent Polk lights a cigarette and smokes it.]
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Agent Rodney: Sad?
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Agent Polk: This situation. No. This… this world we live in… so inconsistent. Unpredictable. Exhausting. Every shitshow we end, another one pops up, and then some. Are we really doing anything at all here? It seems like we're playing cat and mouse.
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Agent Rodney: What are you talking about? Of course we have! I mean… we stopped situations from getting worse, and so did the Foundation countless times!
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Agent Polk: True, but with every win we get, it gets taken away by some other thing. Be an anomaly, some para-group, or even ourselves. I can't shake the feeling we're… 'stuck', you know what I mean?
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Agent Rodney: I do. Maybe so… but we came a long way. Did a lot of good too. It could be that… things are just not in place yet? That… there are bigger things ahead and we need to be ready to take that situation head on?
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Agent Polk: You really believe that?
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Agent Rodney: There's no reason not to.
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Agent Polk: Hm… can we go get some grub? I want Italian.
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Agent Rodney: Okay.
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[Agent Polk looks at his phone while they enter a nearby restaurant. Agent Polk sits down and reads his emails; Agent Rodney places his order and reconvenes back with Agent Polk.]
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Agent Polk: Back to the issue at hand here. What would happen if this was it? This was finally the one anomaly that does us in, XK Scenario style. What then?
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Agent Rodney: Well… if this was really going to be 'the one,' and there's nothing we can do about it… I'll take it in stride I guess.
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Agent Polk: What? You're fine with what's going on?!
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Agent Rodney: Of course not! But what else could we possibly help the situation? You said it yourself that we're at our rope's end here. If our trump card didn't work, and this was inevitable… then… I'll accept it. I won't like it one bit… but I'll accept it.
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Agent Polk: How could possibly accept something like that?
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Agent Rodney: What's the point of fretting over a fixed outcome? Sometimes the best thing you can do is to make the best of a bad situation.
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Agent Polk: Even if that situation potentially results in our deaths?
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Agent Rodney: We all have to die sometime, Polk. So let's take it all in. What do we have to lose? You know what I think? I think you're not seeing the upsides.
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Agent Polk: …Are you serious?
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Agent Rodney: Does this look serious to you?
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[Agent Rodney leans his face into his hand and gives a half smile.]
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Agent Polk: I don't know.
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Agent Rodney: Think of it like this. If the world ends, we don't have to pay taxes anymore.
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Agent Polk: Granted, but that's low-hanging fruit.
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Agent Rodney: This cat and mouse game would end, and you'd finally get to rest as much as you want.
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Agent Polk: True, if we're going down, at least we'll be taking some of the jerkass skips with us.
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Agent Rodney: And did you have any other future plans if the domino thing didn't happen?
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Agent Polk: No, not really. Just keep working until I retired. Ah, I think I see what you mean.
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Agent Rodney: That's what I'm saying, man. If this is it, then why not go all out? Besides, I still owe you lunch.
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[Agent Polk smiles.]
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Agent Polk: Like old times?
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Agent Rodney: Hey, it's the least I can do… hey, looks like it's ready. Now that's good service—
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[Agent Rodney walks away and returns with a large pizza box. Agent Polk nods in approval but stops when he sees the Domino's Pizza logo on top of it.]
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Agent Polk: Rod?
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Agent Rodney: Yeah?
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Agent Polk: Why are we eating at Domino's?
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Agent Rodney: It was the closest pizza place? You didn't notice?
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Agent Polk: I was on my… phone…
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[Agent Polk opens the pizza box's lid. A lone SCP-7047 tile is on top of the pizza. Both agents remain silent.]
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Agent Rodney: Uh…
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[A ceiling tile pops out of place above them. A large collection of SCP-7047 falls onto the pizza. Both men remain silent.]
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[Agent Polk chuckles to himself and bangs his fist on the table. Agent Rodney slowly begins to laugh as well, still visibly confused. Agent Polk suddenly swats his hand against the SCP-7047 pile, launching a substantial amount of them against the wall. Agent Polk clenches his fist and sighs.]
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Agent Polk: I-I'm sorry. I-I just… really had to—
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Agent Rodney: No, no it's fine. I understand.
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Agent Polk: Good… good.
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[After a moment has passed, Agent Rodney pulls out a slice and removes the tiles by hand. Agent Polk stares at Agent Rodney incredulous.]
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Agent Rodney: What? The pizza's still good, and I already paid for it. Didn't you say you were hungry?
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[Agent Rodney consumes his slice. After another moment, Agent Polk pulls out another slice and begins removing the SCP-7047 tiles from it.]
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Shortly after Agent Rodney and Agent Polk reported their findings, all related events instigated by SCP-7047 had quickly de-escalated to the point where they were no longer a threat to human safety or to the Veil's integrity. Furthermore, it was realized that all SCP-7047 instances have been accounted for.
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Special Containment Procedures had been updated: It was found that physically separating individual tiles from the main body dampens its anomalous properties. As such, all SCP-7047 tiles were sent to various Foundation facilities, weakening the anomaly to the point where it could be safely unobserved with no consequence.
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Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were given short vacation leave for their service in containing SCP-7047. Agent Polk requests several more vacation days. Request granted.
Sir Walter Raleigh's head depicted during his life, prior to the emergence of its anomalous properties.
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Item #: SCP-7164
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Archaeological and mortician personnel are to take appropriate measures at their own discretion to preserve SCP-7164's tissue. A vacuum filter must be running constantly to absorb the insects spawning from SCP-7164. When not in testing, SCP-7164 is kept in a climate-controlled storage unit. Regular conversations to prevent the degradation of SCP-7164's mental health can be assigned to Junior Researchers at the discretion of supervising personnel.
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Description: The animate, decapitated and desiccated head of Sir Walter Raleigh1 has been designated SCP-7164. The skull has been removed, replaced by tobacco leaf, with the outer layer of skin being partially mummified. SCP-7164 is blind but not deaf. Both of its eyes are missing, as well as the external ears, eyelids, and lips. All of SCP-7164’s hair has fallen out apart from a few strands. Despite its desiccation, the stump is warm to the touch and generates 2.5ml of human viscera per day. DNA testing has matched this biological material to samples from Sir Walter Raleigh’s living descendants.
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SCP-7164 speaks in a mixture of modern and old English and can accurately recall memories of Sir Walter Raleigh as far as can be historically documented. SCP-7164 is generally passive in its communications and has never initiated conversation. When it is not speaking, SCP-7164 is inert beyond its matter-generative properties.
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SCP-7164 is constantly spontaneously generating ants, beetles, maggots, and earwigs from within its internal tobacco leaves. These are of varying species and are always in their adult form. After emerging from SCP-7164's varying orifices they will immediately begin attempting to consume SCP-7164, but will otherwise behave normally if removed from SCP-7164's vicinity.
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The Foundation recovered SCP-7164 from a private collection after videos documenting its properties were found being circulated by bootleg videotape distributors. Upon its discovery, SCP-7164 was being kept in a velour handbag.
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Addendum: SCP-7164 Interview Logs
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04/18/1999 Interview Log
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Interview Participants: Dr. Bill Schulz
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Subject: Origin of anomalous properties
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher Schulz: The recorder has been activated. This is Researcher William Schulz, interviewing SCP-7164 on April 18th, 1999. Can you hear me, SCP-7164?
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SCP-7164: That’s right.
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Researcher Schulz: I wanted to go through a few of the different theories you’ve given regarding your origin.
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SCP-7164: Bid whatever thou desire, yet I never gave the answer to the question.
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Researcher Schulz: You’ve claimed that both the Bavarian Illuminati and the Stonemasons may have been responsible for your current state?
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SCP-7164: That was only a story I told to entertain, for a few moments out of the bag with those chittering insects.
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Researcher Schulz: So you’re not standing by those claims?
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SCP-7164: I know not if 'tis right or wrong, it is just something I quoth. You would say anything to have brief moments of respite from such an existence. I've spent more of my life doing that than I ever did exploring or being a man.
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Researcher Schulz: Speaking of exploring, what about El Dorado? You spent a lot of time abroad, looking for treasure. Did you ever see anything odd, something you couldn’t explain out there in the new world?
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SCP-7164: There wasn't anything usual about it. All of the place was strange to mine eyes and I wouldn't know what about it might have granted me my present condition. I never found some cursed tomb if that's what you're getting at. If anything, it would have been the men.
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Researcher Schulz: Nobody sticks out in your mind, none of the people you met over there, maybe, that one of them could have done something to you or said something to you?
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SCP-7164: If it were something so simple and primrose to explain, we wouldn't be sitting hither talking, right?
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Researcher Schulz: Sure.
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SCP-7164: Why do you want there to be some explanation like that for it anyhow? Isn't it enough for some strange things to just befall? Doth thou want this form to be made by witchcraft? If I knew why I was like this I would have done something about it by now.
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Researcher Schulz: Well, perhaps if we knew more, we could assist-
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SCP-7164: Assist? With what? Making me rot faster? Spare me thy platitudes. I know not where I came from any more than thou doth and I suggest thou forbear worrying about it because thou shall never find an answer that causes thee fortunate.
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SCP-7164 did not respond to further inquiries.
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<End Log>
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08/22/2001 Interview Log
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Interview Participants: Doctor Ahmad Almossawi, SCP-7164
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Subject: Queen Elizabeth I
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<Begin Log>
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Doctor Almossawi: This tape is being dictated by Doctor Almossawi, on the twenty-second of August in the year 2001. I am speaking to a head called SCP-7164.
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SCP-7164: I was not always bid that.
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Doctor Almossawi: I know. One of the people who knew you before that was the Queen, right? Elizabeth the first. We have another Elizabeth on the throne right now, actually, did you know that?
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SCP-7164: I know it, yet her beauty canst not compare to my virgin queen Lizzy.
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Doctor Almossawi: What was your first impression when you met? I would imagine you don’t forget the first time you meet a Queen. It's never happened to most people, I've never had it.
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SCP-7164: She was amazingly beautiful. I couldn't see to get enough of her. It shocked me how insecure she was behind closed doors. Mine god, if only she could see how beautiful she actually was. I tried to say to her so many times but each time she would say no, not really. Never accepted a compliment. I know not would she aye actually allow herself to hear me. Wanted her to hear, I never knew if mine words were coming through or would I was just speaking to her presence.
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Doctor Almossawi: Could you elaborate on that, you knew Elizabeth for many years so surely she would hear you out eventually.
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SCP-7164: 'Twere hard for me, loving her. I never was sure I knew how she felt. Not for the gentle caresses, or carefree afternoons spent in her inner chambers, there was eternally something pulled back inside her. A permanent restraint. All the times my lips met hers, I couldn't recall any times where she would kiss me back. My enthusiasm was endless and hers was all chaste. Yet then she would doth little things like resting her pate on mine shoulder, or squeezing mine hands, and I had hope, haply we might hast something more in the future. But we never got there because we died.
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Doctor Almossawi: But if she was so cold to you, then you should have known she was not interested in you.
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SCP-7164: I know not. I never regard it was so simple. Maybe our love was doomed from the start, yet she brought me so much happiness. I hope I brought her some joy. So many days alone in the castle she said it was all duty, that she really had nothing to live for, felt empty and sad for each long hour of every day. No matter what I said, I could not be of comfort to her. I do not regard anyone else whom I brought smiles and not the sword. All I ever wanted was to hear her a single loving word to me. That was before I was like this and she went first. She grew corky and died.
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Doctor Almossawi: She was famously afraid of that, of aging and death, if our historical sources are to be believed.
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SCP-7164: That is true. Never fortunate with the body God gave her, yearning for youth, perhaps that's why being fortunate and happy together was impossible. There cannot be a love if someone doth not love themselves. I poured all of my heart's love into her but she remained hollow and heavy.
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Doctor Almossawi: I see. We don’t have to continue this avenue of conversation if it’s upsetting you, I’ve got everything I needed for today. Thank you, SCP-7164. I’ll speak to you again soon.
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SCP-7164: You’re welcome.
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<End Log>
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12/02/2007 Interview Log
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Interview Participants: Doctor Ahmad Almossawi, SCP-7164
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Subject: Excerpt taken from a larger interview on an unrelated topic.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-7164: Am I being preserved well?
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Doctor Almossawi: Oh, yes. We’re taking every measure to ensure that, not to worry.
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SCP-7164: Why?
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Doctor Almossawi: That’s our job. We’re here to keep you going, to learn from your experience so we can better understand the universe?
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SCP-7164: I've been alive too long. I've remembered too much. Doth thou still want me to be alive to learn from me?
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Doctor Almossawi: It is more convenient, yes, when we can speak to you. I can’t talk to you anymore if you’re inert.
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SCP-7164: Convenience? Is that what excuse we use to bid farewell to mercy killing? I was a soldier once. Should I have seen a man in mine condition when I was whole, I would hast struck him down presently to save his soul. When shall I get to to heaven? I’m so tired.
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Doctor Almossawi: I’m sorry, Sir Walter. I’m afraid that’s outside my control.
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SCP-7164: Thou could crush me right now, then it is over.
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Doctor Almossawi: I’m sorry, I think this is the end of the interview today. We can talk more soon, okay?
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SCP-7164: Thou art going to leave me in the dark? Dispatch me. Send me to be with Lizzy in heaven or to hell, it cannot be worse than living like this.
You wake up in a brightly lit room. It's stark white and empty, save for the bed you're laying in and a door across from you.
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You get up, out of the clinically dressed bed you were laying in, and stumble towards the door. Moving around feels strange, like your bones have rusted at the joints.
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You open the door to find another white room. At its center is a table with a pile of cassette tapes and a cassette player sitting on top of it. Alongside the table is a chair, and behind it a cabinet with a handful of assorted books beside another, markedly locked, door.
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You grab the chair. As you set it down, it makes a sharp clack that pierces through the silence.
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You sit down.
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You notice that there is a note sitting on the table. It's held in place at its corner by the cassette player.
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Good morning.
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You might be confused, but I ask you trust that all your questions will be answered in time.
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In front of you is a series of numbered tapes. If you listen to them in order, they will tell you everything you need to know.
<A voice clears its throat, then after a moment, begins to speak.>
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Tape 1. Special Containment Procedures.
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You are SCP-7183.
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You are what we call a "Keter" anomaly. That means at any point you could leave this room and we would have to figure out a different way to contain you.
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Due to some extenuating circumstances that will soon become clear, I believe this would be quite difficult.
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At present, our means of containing you are simple. So simple in fact, that you are enacting them right now. By listening to these tapes and staying in this room we can ensure you pose no threat to the general population.
You are what we call a "Reality Bender." This means you have a significantly greater influence over the fabric of reality when compared to others. In your case, this ability manifests not in shaping matter or changing physics, but altering human beings.
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When you come in contact with another person, anomalous or otherwise, they are immediately transformed into an approximation of yourself. This transformation isn't 1 to 1, per se. Most individuals have been observed to maintain their age, gender, and skillset from before they were exposed to your anomalous effect, but they will always shift to match your personality, general physicality at their age, and will inherit your anomalous properties.
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Historically, you have shown little control over this effect. Due to this, it is likely that any contact with other human beings will result in an NK-class "End of Individuality" scenario, or put simply, total replacement of the world population with yourself.
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Notably, there are two individuals that are entirely immune to your anomalous effect. One of those being me, the person talking to you right now, and the other being my wife. The current hypothesis why is that we're your parents.
Your mother had been working for the Foundation for a few years before you were born, so it wasn't unusual for us to be apart for days, maybe weeks, or even months. When she finally started maternity leave we could barely figure out how to use the time.
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Walks through the park, sharing meals, and going shopping together. Time spent talking, or even silence in each others company. I think back on them as some of the best days of my life, all leading up to you.
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It was a beautiful day. A Monday like no other, untainted by calls from work or fast approaching deadlines. I was in the kitchen making a cheese sandwich for your mother, as she was very fond of at the time, when she shouted for me to call an ambulance.
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Soon we were in the maternity ward, room 183 just on the corner. I held your mother's hand as the nurse talked her through the birth. She was always much stronger than me, composed in almost any situation, but she squeezed my hand so firmly, so tightly that whole time. For her, for what little I could do, I sat through the whole thing.
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When the nurse handed you to your mother I could see her long forged mask melt away. She cried as you did and for as long as you did, holding you so gently all the while. Soon you calmed down and she did too. You looked at me and laughed. She looked at me and laughed. It was the same laugh, bubbly and melodic. I'm smiling now just thinking about it.
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Something clicked in that moment. I knew I would do anything to make you happy, that you deserved the world, that the moments where I would make you laugh like that were worth more than any wealth, power, or status.
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I told your mother as I drove us back home.
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She told me she wanted to leave her job at the Foundation.
You grew up so quickly, but your mother saw less of it than she would have liked. She had tried to arrange a transfer out of her position, to switch to a regular job, but the options always fell short of what we needed. Every option would mean sacrificing something, something we couldn't give you. It stung how I couldn't help more, not with what little I was making at the time.
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What I could do was be there for you.
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The first time it happened, you were in elementary school. I got a call somewhere around lunch from your teacher, and it was incredibly hectic. She couldn't get a cohesive idea across, insisting that I come quick, that you had done something, that she didn't know what to do.
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When I got there there were lots of "you", all playing different games, some together, some alone. It was like a panorama picture of scenes I recognized from you playing your games at home. It was all you, but it wasn't all you.
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I thought it would be good to call Ave- sorry… I tried to call your mother. I didn't know a lot about her job at the time, but from what little she was allowed to tell me, "weird" stuff was her purview. I left a message telling her exactly what I saw. That there were lots of you that weren't exactly you, and that I was going to figure out which one was actually you and leave.
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You all looked eerily similar, but I knew within my heart that among the Patricks and Patricias I would find you. Luckily I was one who dressed you each morning, so I went over to you and told you it was time to go home.
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You didn't want to. You couldn't tell why something was wrong.
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I had to be more forceful than I'd like to admit.
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You said that "you just wanted to play all the games."
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I told you that you'd been bad.
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And we left.
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I don't know what happened to all those other "you"s. Even now, I don't have the clearance to read that incident log. But not too soon after the event we were forced to move, relocated to housing near where your mother worked.
The situation was a mixed bag, but we managed to make the best out of it.
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Perhaps it was under the guise of studying you, or keeping an informed eye on your situation, but your mother was around a lot more than she had been. You'd always liked her more than you liked me. Why? I think she managed to spoil you ever more than I did somehow, by giving you gifts, letting you stay up, telling you stories she certainly shouldn't, who knows. The why doesn't really matter.
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Needing to homeschool you was unfortunate, but understandable. The foundation didn't want to risk exposing you to other children, considered you dangerous, but your mother and I both gladly took on the extra work.
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She managed to spoil you even during those lessons. Took on the idea that you could "be anything you wanted to be" and that we should be exposing you to a wide range of experiences. I didn't disagree at all, but her enthusiasm meant I was sidled with the conventionally distasteful subjects.
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Once again, it wasn't ideal but it was livable, and we lived that way for years. It was wonderful to see you and your mother interacting, to hear you laugh together and watch her emphatically attempt to force your young mind to tackle some strange subject.
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It's just that sometimes she got busy, and we'd both miss her.
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And it got tense when we both missed her, so we'd argue until you slammed a door in my face.
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You wanted to do so many things that you couldn't, to live a life that you couldn't, to live the dream that your mother always insisted on.
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It wasn't possible, so we argued, but I could survive the small disagreements.
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It was the winter, I think. I don't like to dwell on the memories. Your mother had been quite busy for a while, so much that we'd only seen her two days in a few months. I tried to ask what was was going on, but she always dismissed me.
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"Big project."
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"Lots of moving parts."
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"We'll talk when Patricia's asleep."
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"Let me relax for a bit, honey."
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"Let me relax, Marcus."
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"Please."
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I dropped the subject, then she was gone for a while.
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She came back and she was different. Tired, drained, fatigued. Imagine every synonym you can and stack them on top of each other.
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I told her she had to quit.
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She agreed.
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She said she would.
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She said she loved me.
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Over and over again.
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She went into your room.
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I assume she said the same.
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She went to sleep right after, alone.
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I couldn't even wake her up, and I tried.
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I just laid down next to her and tried to sleep, but I couldn't.
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I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep that night, but at some point I did.
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Why did I?
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I should have-
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I should have waited.
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Why?
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I-
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I'm so sorry…
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<Dad is struggling to keep his composure.>
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She was gone when I woke up.
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Some time later, a man wound up at our door.
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A coworker of your mother, I think.
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He told me that your mother was no longer with us.
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That was it.
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Nothing else.
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Just gone.
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Just gone.
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Even now, I don't know how she died. I don't even have a guess.
You deserved to know. To be told the truth, though I knew you'd probably have guessed.
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You're so smart Patricia. You're just like your mother.
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You're so much like her…
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<Dad is getting choked up. He clears his throat.>
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When I finally did, as I expected, we argued.
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It wasn't anything new.
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You wanted more freedom.
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I knew that you couldn't have it.
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You wanted to have the opportunity to try.
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I knew they wouldn't let you.
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I tried to tell you.
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I tried to.
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But I couldn't.
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I was so weak then.
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I needed her.
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I needed her to be around, I needed her to exist.
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You used her words against me.
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She told you that you could do anything you desired.
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You knew I wanted that for you too.
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I told you I did.
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You said.
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"You're lying."
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You walked out of the front door.
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No.
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You ran.
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Just like your mother.
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Sprinters in body and soul.
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I got a call later that day from the man who'd brought news of Avery's death. It found me so empty. It was like no time had passed; you left, and then I picked up the phone.
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He went by "Armature". Told me that he'd be dropping by shortly to pick me up, and that you'd been at large for hours.
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Your powers worked differently then. In-between how they first manifested and how they are now.
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You weren't spreading so quickly then. You had to try. You could choose who you wanted to change.
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Even then they couldn't stop you.
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Couldn't get close.
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But they knew I wasn't affected. I was all they had.
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They told me I needed to stop you. To calm you down. To do something.
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I said I would try.
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I walked by you 35 times before I found you.
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You were still wearing the clothes you had on when we had our spat.
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You shouted that this is what your mother would have wanted.
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You shouted about how I kept lying to you.
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You shouted about how this wasn't what you wanted.
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You shouted that you just wanted what they had.
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You just wanted a chance.
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You just wanted to be given the chance.
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I never gave you a chance.
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I wasn't there for you.
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I walked up to you and hugged you.
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I didn't know what to say otherwise, I just needed you to know I was there for you.
Life slowed down for both of us at that point, all starting with our relocation to Site-357.
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It was isolated, they told me, you'd be less of a risk if something bad happened. They also offered me a job. I'd be filling the void your mother left, but looking after you was most of it.
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I could never get a handle on the research your mother's coworkers did. Intricate plans to contain some of the strangest things you could never imagine… It was scary at times, but the wonderous things they showed me, Patricia. I so desperately wanted to show you too, but they never trusted me to bring anything back. Told me I was enough of a liability as is, with them unable to keep track of you and all.
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But I'm rambling.
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You…
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You took it maturely, but I could tell that a certain spark had left your eyes. I promised to never lie to you, you see, but that meant telling you the truth over and over again. I can't imagine it tore against your soul any less than it did mine.
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You ended up spending most of your time reading. It was that sort of stuff that I could get you after all, non-digital, minimum risk.
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It helped a bit.
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I think.
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I could see a fragment of that old spark return when you talked about your favorites, when you smiled that same smile from years ago.
Seeing this, the higher ups got pushy, and I was told to find a way to contain you permanently.
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I could never think through things as well as your mother, but after a few months of slowly watching people and maneuvering favors, I eventually arranged everything you're seeing now.
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Everything you're seeing, and something you're not.
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On the underside of the table is a hidden compartment. Inside that compartment you'll find a number of pill bottles and a key.
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Those are what we call "Amnestics": drugs designed to erase memories. This specific amnestic was designed just for you, but you don't need to know the nitty gritty of it.
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If and when you wish to take this option, you should shut yourself back in the bedroom you woke up in, get comfortable, then swallow the pill. Doing so will put you into a sort of hibernation for a while, along with removing all your memories of today.
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Besides that, your other option is to leave.
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Why do things this way?
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Well…
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<Dad stutters a bit, struggling to start the sentence.>
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I-
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I've made a lot of mistakes as a father, but I think my biggest one was never giving you a chance.
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To make up for that, I've designed this convoluted system to give you — maybe some would say — too many chances.
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A chance to make the choice for yourself.
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Even…
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Even if it's not as fair as I'd like it to be.
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You deserve the world, I really believe that, Patricia, but the world you were promised doesn't exist with you in it.
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That's really all there is to say.
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If you need any time to think, I left you some of your favorite books on a shelf nearby.
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You can experience those all over again, at least.
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I love you Patricia.
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And I'm sorry.
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Thus concludes the final tape.
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Bending down slightly, you can see the compartment jutting out below the table.
Special Containment Procedures: No persons are to enter SCP-7286 at any time without direct permission from an acting HMCL supervisor or Air Conditioning Division representative.
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Janitorial maintenance is conducted every Tuesday from 14:00 PM to 15:00 PM (EST/EDT) in order to promote accurate metaphysical output, and is not to be disturbed.1
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SCP-7286-A's filters must be checked every two weeks, and replaced/cleaned if necessary. SCP-7286-A's condenser and compressor must also be checked regularly, and cleaned of any debris. SCP-7286-A's refrigerant levels must be closely monitored at all times. SCP-7286-A's ductwork must be checked for leaks every thirty days. SCP-7286-A's drain pans must be cleaned every week.
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Any lapse in this regimen constitutes a containment breach; those found responsible will be met with swift disciplinary action.
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Description: SCP-7286 is a 130 sqft room located inside Provisional Outpost-A904, a faux two-story home in suburban Garrett Park, Maryland, USA. SCP-7286 is outfitted with SCP-7286-A, an anomalous air conditioning unit of no determinable make, or distinct origin. Because of its endowment with SCP-7286-A, an object of high Noospheric and Semiospheric significance, SCP-7286 has defined the general qualities of what is considered "comfortable air conditioning" on the planet Earth since it was fitted with SCP-7286-A on May 3rd, 1992.
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SCP-7286-A.
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The air temperature, pressure, and humidity of SCP-7286 are continually extrapolated from the physical reality of the room itself, converted into their emotional and sensory components, and redistributed back into the collective human experience as the conception of what composes a "well-air-conditioned" living space. Any significant alterations to the aforementioned attributes inside of SCP-7286 have the potential to be enormously consequential for global civilization; SCP-7286-A is finely tuned to match the needs of the human body, but this is not required for a change to propagate into the psychospace.
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SCP-7286-A is, as is apparent on all relevant paperwork, the chief responsibility of the "Air Conditioning Division", an ill-documented subset of the SCP Foundation's Department of Logistics. Provisional Outpost-A904 is owned — and ostensibly operated by — the Division; all requests for changes to protocol concerning SCP-7286 (including alterations to its Special Containment Procedures) must first be processed and explicitly authorized by the group.
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The Air Conditioning Division is recognized only in name and prescribed purpose within Foundation documentation; no personnel have ever reported directly encountering an agent of the Division or anyone claiming to be in close correspondence with them. Records of the Division's creation are nonexistent, as are any Division records not related to SCP-7286. Motions which would classify the Air Conditioning Division as a unique Group Of Interest are currently awaiting approval.
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Incident SCP-7286-018: On April 28th, 2010, an HVAC technician assigned to SCP-7286-A improperly cleaned its compressor, resulting in a prolonged blockage (primarily composed of leaves). This left the unit in a vulnerable position, prompting moderate overheating. Personnel were oblivious to this until the compressor was checked again five days later.
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The technician (F████ R████, 42 years) was found culpable on May 3rd, and was executed by firing squad the following Sunday. Its family were informed of its death under the cover story of a disastrous motor vehicle collision, leaving its body unrecognizable.
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The following note was anonymously mailed to the technician's home address on April 29th:
I love my air conditioner. I'm not usually a huge fan of a lot of other appliances, but my unit cools me off in the summer, especially when I can't get out of bed. When the temps hit 105 and I have to go get a driver to drive me to work. I've even got my uncle to help out when it comes to putting the ceiling fan on.
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I was a little nervous installing it because it's so high up, but it looks pretty good. My grandma was on her feet trying to help and she almost fell.
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Thankfully, she stopped herself in time, though she never did get back up. As for me, I'm leaving work early today!
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You know, there are very few alternatives for air conditioning. There are home air conditioning units, which generally only cool one or two rooms in the house at a time and aren’t ideal for large houses. Then there are residential electric air conditioners (which you can get for $35 to $300 for a window unit or less), which are a bit smaller than the standard air conditioner unit and cost about $500 or more. Even these options have large electricity consumption requirements. If I lived in a warm climate, I would consider installing a larger unit, which would require a significantly higher electrical load than a standard air conditioning unit.
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If I lived in a cold climate, I’d probably opt for a standard air conditioner. My mom is living in Portland, Oregon – where average temperatures are about 70 degrees during the summer – and she’s happy with her $550 window air conditioner, which cools about half her home.
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What would you do if you were living in a cold climate?
Special Containment Procedures: Due to an ongoing investigation, SCP-7596 and the area surrounding it are to remain in situ. Following the completion of this investigation, the damaged infrastructure of Site-322 will be repaired, and SCP-7596 will be placed in a large vacuum chamber for further study and testing.
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Site-322 personnel are being subpoenaed by a joint commission composed of Ethics Committee and Decommissioning Department upper-level staff. Failure to respond to meeting requests and interviews will be met with disciplinary action.
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Description: SCP-7596 is a stable singularity, roughly 4 meters in diameter, floating in an artificial cavern below Site-322. Foreign material that passes through SCP-7596's event horizon undergoes a spaghettification process, then vanishes into the singularity and becomes unrecoverable. SCP-7596 poses no known danger of expanding.
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Floating inside SCP-7596 are eight bodies in a state of suspended animation, all wearing Foundation uniforms. Efforts to identify them are presently underway.
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SCP-7596 is situated in Basement Level 34 of Site-322. An unknown series of events led to the destruction of this area, likely due to a tremendous release of force. Further information regarding its creation is currently unknown. The ongoing investigation has been divided between the Foundation's Decommissioning Department and The Ethics Committee.
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The above file was created by Director Calvin Bold and Doctor Jeremiah Cimmerian (EC-1) for the purposes of the SCP-7596 investigation, and has been distributed to all relevant parties. Below is the timeline of events that led to the creation of SCP-7596.
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TIMELINE
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The Applied Paratechnology Department
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In compliance with a directive issued by the Overseer Council, Site-322 was assigned limited authority over the Foundation's vast array of paratechnology, designated the Applied Paratechnology Section. Director Lague placed the department under the guidance of Doctor Anthony Coix.
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Members of the Overseer Council, Site-322 Director Paul Lague, and a select group of 9 personnel who were specifically designated to work within the Applied Paratechnology Section were given clearance.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM THE ETHICS COMMITTEE’S INTERVIEW WITH DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX
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EC-1: What do you do, Coix? Lague has you here as ‘Co-Site Director’. That’s not an official position.
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Coix: O-Oh, well, It’s a… (gestures) personal relationship. If you, uh, read a little bit further down you’ll see I supervise the Research board and—
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EC-1: You’re the head of research?
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Coix: No, I supervise him. And— and I assist Director Lague in all matters personal and private, at his discretion. Like having another pair of arms.
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EC-1 adjusts his glasses, and squints at Coix’s file.
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EC-1: We’re under Security Clearance 4, you can drop the pretense.
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Coix: Ah, my bad— sir. I’m the Chair for the Applied Paratech Section.
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EC-1: Anything in your background qualify you for that role, Coix?
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Coix: An amplitude of introductory engineering classes in my 20s, uh, over 15 years of experience overseeing Foundation projects, and an eye for picking the best and brightest.
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EC-1: You’re a middle manager, Coix?
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Coix: Project management and organization would be my specialty, sir. Regardless of the… ideological reception to Director Lague’s Integration Program, the Overseers wanted his directorial oversight on their projects. We had options; Applied Paratech seemed the most promising. And ethical, sir.
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EC-1: So they wanted Lague for this and got you?
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Coix: He’s a very busy man.
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EC-1: This department focuses on… (Adjusts glasses) “maintaining a modest database of paratechnology potentially useful to the Foundation. How it works, what it’s made of, what it does, and then sending it back to whatever Site it came from.”
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Coix: That was our initial department focus. The Council demanded changes in exchange for leniency on the Integration Program.
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EC-1: Such as?
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Coix: I need direct permission to tell you, sir. I do apologize, but—
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(EC-1 slides a document to Coix, who examines it.)
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Coix: Oh geez. […] Well, uh, initially, between Lague and I, we were thinking more… technical archive, less Skunk Works.
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EC-1: What does that mean?
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Coix: Okay, so, Skunk Works was a laboratory at DARPA that was—
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EC-1: No, technical archive.
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Coix: Oh. Well, we were more interested in recording interesting applications of paratechnology. Eigenweapons, physics-defiant mechanisms, anomalous computer viruses — after the whole SCP-7525-EX thing, RAISA got on the Council's ass about keeping track of these things, which meant that Council got on our ass about it. But they were adamant that our primary goal was to assist the security of the Foundation. Whatever that meant was up to them. Now ethically, I tried to—
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EC-1: Do you want to supervise a project ever again, Coix?
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Coix: I, well, we—
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EC-1: Then stop blaming everyone else and play some goddamn ball.
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The Applied Paratechnology Section was assigned the crucial task of procuring valuable research and items to benefit the Foundation's operations. Despite the department's significant contribution to the Foundation, little was known about the full extent of its operations before the SCP-7596 investigation. It remains unclear if any of the Applied Paratechnology Section's research had been applied prior to the SCP-7596 incident. With the aid of the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA), sealed files pertaining to a top-secret project called "Isadore" were eventually unearthed, uncovering a wealth of previously undisclosed information.
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Project Isadore
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Project Isadore was a highly significant research endeavor that involved the entire team of the Applied Paratechnology Section, earning a reputation among the staff as a capital project.
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Prior to Isadore’s execution, the Overseer Council had been aggressively advocating for all Foundation data to be transferred to Site-7's pocket dimension storage servers. Numerous Sites had yet to make substantial progress on the data transfers.
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Despite the initial confidence placed in Site-7's pocket dimension storage, a number of issues were later identified. The most pressing issue was the occurrence of data corruption when attempting to transfer large quantities of information through the semistabilized Y-class dimensional gate. The resulting consequences ranged from file deletion to data corruption to the occurrence of inexplicable blackouts.
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The overarching goal of Project Isadore was to design an interdimensional file transfer system that could be deemed indestructible. In the context of the project, "indestructible" was defined by the staff as a system that was self-repairing, self-updating, and impervious to all forms of external attack.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS
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EC-1: You were Isadore staff?
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Davis: Yes, sir. I was responsible for heading the development side of the project.
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EC-1: Anything else?
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Davis: Right, sorry. I— We get project requests sent based on levels of demand, I guess. 5 being pertinent and 1 being whenever, basically. Isadore was a 6. The hardware package we made was built with a monitor sourced from, uh, a digital terrorist. Gamers Against Weed, if I remember correctly. They used it for data storage, something like 500 petabytes. God knows what for, but it was what we had lying around.
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EC-1: And this is the monitor Chairman Coix said was… “slapped together”?
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Davis: Are you kidding? We didn’t have a quarter of the time we needed. We’re lucky it was “slapped together” at all. We put it into this empty steel frame where we hooked server connection ports, Internet and Bluetooth connectivity, and a perpetual generator from the Paratech archive. Again, it was a mess, but Coix set the deadlines.
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EC-1: And you spoke for your team.
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Davis: Look, I tried to get my men on schedule as best as I could. I told him we needed more time, but there’s only so many times you can say something here before you’re on the other side of the door.
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EC-1: If Coix wasn’t listening, then why not communicate these concerns to the Council, Davis?
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Davis: Because that was Coix’s job.
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(EC-1 sighs, and continues typing.)
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EC-1: So it worked. This device.
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Davis:[…] For a time, it did. Jones wanted to inspect it before she let us hook it up to RAISA’s hardware. So — uh, we brought it into the pocket dimension for a test run.
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EC-1: And this is where th—
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Davis: Sir, I’d like to clarify that I had nothing to do with the Isadore testing parameters. Coix headed the experimentation. All Coix.
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Cross Into Site-7's Pocket Dimension
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On May 24, 2023, Project Isadore was completed on schedule and transported to Site-7's pocket dimension. Maria Jones, the director of RAISA and Site-7, was granted authorization to test the Isadore machine on a secured test server.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX
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Coix: I slept maybe five total hours that week — we all did. So when I had my team draft an outline for the testing procedures they—
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EC-1: Oh, for the love of god.
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Coix: They, uh, forgot that transporting a large amount of data into Site-7 led to corruption. This thing had 5000 terabytes of test files on it.
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EC-1: What do you mean, “forgot”?
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Coix: Well, they— I mean, we had an experimental coating around the server that had been used in previous data transfer tests with great success.
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EC-1: Then why is there a black hole in Site-322’s basement?
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Coix: It was experimental, sir.
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Site-7 server farm CHRYSALIS.
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As SCP-7596-1, the monitor containing data, was linked to a power source and the quarantined server, it booted as expected. Researcher James Davis then initiated a command for data upload. However, Site-7 immediately experienced a power outage while SCP-7596-1 generated immense amounts of heat and vibrated violently. As a result, the server connected to SCP-7596-1 exploded, prompting Isadore personnel to quickly remove it from the power source, which temporarily resolved the issue.
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Suddenly, SCP-7596-1, which lacked a built-in power supply, unexpectedly booted and displayed a message on its CRT monitor that read, "I MUST SELF-DESTRUCT [sic]." Attempts to investigate the machine's steel frame proved futile as all tools were rendered ineffective.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX
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Coix: The shitshow started here.
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Transport back to Site-322
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Maria Jones ordered the immediate removal of SCP-7596-1 from the server farm to prevent any further Site-wide damage. Upon examination, SCP-7596-1 was found to be entirely indestructible, with all known tools, weaponry, and anomalous influence proving to be completely ineffective against it.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: You guys don’t do discipline, yeah?
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EC-1: That would be Internal Security, Director.
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Lague: Great. Listen, I kept my nose out of whatever Paratech was doing. Had enough on my plate with Integration. Wasn't my vibe, and the Council knew that. So I put Coix in charge. Consider him the Frank Wells to my Michael Eisner.
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EC-1: I don’t follow, but your performance as a Site Director is not of the question, Paul.
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Lague: I'm just giving some background; I wasn't involved. I would get weekly reports but they'd go into a pile. On top of everything else I had to read. I didn’t even know there were problems until Coix hits me at 4 in the morning with an emergency warning, begging me to get down to the Site as soon as possible.
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Director Paul Lague became involved in this case following SCP-7596-1's newly gained anomalous phenomena, despite being initially skeptical about his ability to assist Applied Paratechnology Section personnel. After the appearance of further anomalous phenomena, Lague ordered that SCP-7596-1 be contained as a precautionary measure.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: Apparently, it was given internet and Bluetooth connectivity. We don't know exactly what happened; we couldn't get into it to see. It started talking though — through text, I mean. Usually when something’s talking, my chances of getting it to shut up drastically increase.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS
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Davis: Our leading hypothesis is that when it connected to the server — quarantined or not — it downloaded data instead of uploading. Data on the structure and operating system the Foundation computers operated on, and, uh, the — what's it called — our file formatting, and the connection mediums of our internal systems. That was combined with a rudimentary form of sentience. I don't know how to describe it. It really wanted to be destroyed and made that abundantly clear.
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EC-1: And Director Lague? How did he respond?
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Davis: He was drafting an integration proposal the second it spoke english.
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SCP-7596-1, utilizing its Bluetooth connectivity and knowledge of Foundation procedures, unexpectedly linked to Site-322's early warning system and activated it, prompting a shelter-in-place command to be issued. Despite the team’s efforts to clarify the mistake, the alarm persisted for eighteen consecutive days, defying all attempts at deactivation. The relentless blaring of the warning caused significant discontent among personnel, leading to a general decline in morale. Meanwhile, SCP-7596-1 continued to display a variety of messages, including:
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SCP-7596-1.
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"PLEASE DESTROY ME."
+"I’M HURTING."
+"I DO NOT WANT TO BEG. PLEASE DESTROY ME."
+"I DO NOT CARE IF IT'S PAINFUL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE."
+"I NEED TO BE DESTROYED. THROW ME INTO A RIVER AND LET ME SINK."
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Despite the efforts of the Applied Paratechnology Section's personnel, SCP-7596-1 remained unresponsive to conventional repair techniques, and its anomalous behaviors only grew more erratic. Below is a document discovered on Director Lague's personal computer, sent directly to the factotum of Overseer 6.
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INCIDENT ISADORE.2
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Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 connected to Site-322's electrical system, intermittently enabling and disabling the Site's power connection in quick succession. Approximately three hours into the ordeal, Researcher Julian Hoover realized the pattern by which the power was connected and disconnected aligned with the dots and dashes system of Morse Code.
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The following message was decoded:
+"DO IT, COWARDS."
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This message was repeatedly transmitted for 24 hours.
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INCIDENT ISADORE.4
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Incident Description: All RFID scanners used to access the Site were disabled. Project Isadore researchers who were actively attempting repairs noted that SCP-7596-1's monitor displayed the message "I'LL LET YOU IN WHEN YOU LET ME INTO GOD'S GRACE."
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Initially believing this message to mean that researchers would gain access to SCP-7596 internals, a digital upload of the Bible was attempted as a method to placate the anomaly momentarily. SCP-7596-1 rejected the upload, and researchers were then alerted to the Site's access issues.
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SCP-7596-1 disconnected from the RFID system after personnel managed to access Site-322 via the Site's remaining turn-key door.
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INCIDENT ISADORE.7
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Incident Description: Released all of Site-322's Euclid class and Keter class anomalies. Anomaly transport to Area-179 was quickly organized.
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Throughout the above events, Isadore staff was attempting increasingly esoteric methods to access SCP-7596-1's now-indestructible steel frame. These included:
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Localized bombings;
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Application of heat;
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Application of intense pressure;
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Emotional appeals, under the assumption it was sentient;
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Placing it into SCP-████;
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Introducing it to similarly indestructible anomalies;
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Ignoring it;
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Attempts at gaslighting, under the assumption it was sentient;
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Submerging it into a large pool of water;
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Connecting SCP-5595 to it in an attempt to communicate with it;
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SCP-5595 was "disgusted by what [Isadore researchers] did to that poor thing."
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[REDACTED]
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among others.
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Following the swath of inconvenient, irritating, and dangerous incidents caused by SCP-7596-1, Site-322 leadership revised its approach to the situation and formally requested SCP-7596-1's destruction by The Decommissioning Department.
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Request for Decommisioning
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: We got to a point where it was hindering my Site's and its personnel's ability. Since this was an assigned project we couldn't go ahead and destroy it ourselves like we've—
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EC-1: You've destroyed Foundation-made anomalies in the past, Director?
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Lague: No. […] Uh, Decom — I wasn't too familiar with them. I know 43 dealt with them decades back and it ended with half of Ottowa not being able to sleep.
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EC-1: Québec.
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Lague: Yeah. Québec. With that in mind, I thought getting approval from them was easy. Turns out, they restructured in the thirty years between then and now.
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On May 30, 2023, Site-322 submitted an official request for the decommissioning of SCP-7596-1, citing the machine's ongoing and increasingly dangerous anomalous behavior as the primary reason for its removal. A copy of the request can be found below.
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SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form
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+Item #: N/A
+Object Class: N/A
+Head Researcher: Dr. Anthony Solomon Coix
+Supporting Personnel:
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Dir. P.K. Lague - Representing Site-322
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Dr. A.S. Coix - Representing Site-322
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Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal:
+☐ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario
+☑ Excessive Danger
+☐ Ability to Decom. Apollyon-Class Object
+☑ Expense
+☐ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment
+☐ Legal Concerns
+☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s):____)
+☑ Other (please state): Serious impairment of Site-322 to operate as a Foundation Site.
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Due to the secrecy surrounding Project Isadore, there was a clear lack of documentation for SCP-7596-1. Decommissioning Department Director Calvin Bold marked Site-322's initial request and applied a red flag to the ticket, later threatening to raise the issue to the Overseer Council for the repeated breach of protocol.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX
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Coix: Bold is a real hardass. I get that Decomm has to be rigid on rules and procedures, but it's not like we were asking for much. It was a pile of junk I forced nine geniuses to cobble into something workable. There was no real loss from its destruction. We weren’t killing the proverbial infant here.
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Director Bold arriving at Site-322
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Director Bold received a request from Director Lague to observe SCP-7596-1 in action to prove its need for decommissioning. Bold accepted the invitation and traveled to Site-322 the next day. Since Bold holds Level 4 clearance, Lague was able to give him access to the Applied Paratechnology research laboratory on Basement Level 34. Bold used the subsequent two hours to inspect SCP-7596-1.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR CALVIN I. BOLD
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Bold: Thing was a piece-of-shit machine. "Geniuses", right? You got anyone I can point fingers at?
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EC-1: You don’t have enough hands.
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Bold: Christ. I was already pretty pissed at them over that DeComm request. Which— which— I’ve said this before, but we’re not your personal garbagemen. But that’s besides the point, they didn't even mention they might've created sentient digital life. You know the process!
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EC-1: I'm well aware.
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Bold: No Ethics Committee involvement! No attempts to interview it! No understanding of its anomalous capabilities! Hey, isn’t this guy like one half of the Integration Program? What, do you need both of them in the same room to make an intelligent decision? Or do they sincerely believe they have enough pull to just… stroll into my office and ask me to nuke their little fuck-up when it’s inconvenient for them? Doesn't fucking work like that, Jer. Fucking bullshit!
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Along with inspecting SCP-7596-1, Director Bold conducted a meticulous analysis of the Site-322's activities over the past week. Bold, in a rage, detailed every instance where protocol was breached in a comprehensive, three-and-a-half-hour-long diatribe to Director Lague, taking the point to illustrate the gravity of the situation, outlining the potential consequences if anyone other than himself had discovered Lague's deviations from established procedures, emphasizing the negative implications of creating digital life and then terminating it, and warning against the unsupervised use of anomalous material, whether approved or not. Finally, he emphasized that decommissioning should only be considered as a last resort, and not as a primary solution in the event of containment failure.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: Fucking hate this guy.
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Results of Directors Bold and Lague's meeting.
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Director Lague's attempt to appease Director Bold by providing an overview of the Applied Paratechnology Section's history backfired spectacularly. This only served to incense Bold further, as he grew additionally aggravated by the fact that Site-322 was pushing to have this matter escalated without the purview of the Overseer Council. Bold immediately stormed out of Site-322 and promptly blocked access to the Decommissioning request portal on the Site's terminals. However, Bold refrained from reporting the breaches of protocol to the Overseer Council.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR CALVIN I. BOLD
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EC-1: What was your reason for not sending these "repeated fucking breaches of the protocol I sweated my ass off to make sure a midwit could understand" to the Overseer Council.
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Bold: Great, he recorded the meeting.
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EC-1: Probably to have witnesses.
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Bold: The Site was a wreck. It’s always been a wreck, but this was something else. Alarms blaring, sprinklers going on and off, no internet— I saw people using typewriters. I mean, everyone looked like death. That was punishment enough from where I stand.
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Neutralization Attempts
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Following the Decommissioning Department's denial, Site-322 personnel once again opted to attempt containment on SCP-7596-1. This quickly proved futile, as, unbeknownst to Isadore researchers, SCP-7596-1 had slowly been embedding itself into Basement Level 32's concrete floor and could not be removed, despite the efforts of containment personnel.
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Prior to the Decommissioning Department denial, Director Lague had been instituting a cover story for non-Applied Paratechnology Section staff, explaining the appearance of anomalous phenomena as the result of multiple Scranton Reality Anchor failures across the east coast's Sites.
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Director Lague ordered Site-322 staff to meet in the Site's lobby, where the full extent of the issue was explained, including the decommissioning request denial and Overseer involvement. Acknowledging he would take full responsibility, Lague allowed the entirety of Site-322 staff to vote on whether they should continue containment attempts or move towards neutralization.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: I felt bad for everyone. Eighty percent of my staff don't even have homes and depend on Sites to give them living quarters. No one could produce anything because that asshole computer kept closing the word processors when you typed. We tried using typewriters but that went to shit when it figured out how to trigger the sprinklers.
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The resulting vote was split 1,472-342 in favor of neutralization.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DOCTOR ANTHONY S. COIX
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Coix: We went all hands on deck within the hour after that vote. Having a common enemy got the juices flowing, I guess.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS
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Davis: Director Lague set up a pretty solid system. Him and I would receive neutralization ideas and we'd run them down to the basement to test them out.
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EC-1: That seems convoluted.
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Davis: Ten people had access to where Applied Paratech was; it was either processing 2,000 access requests or getting in an elevator every few hours.
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EC-1: Was there anything else in the basement at the time?
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Davis: Sure. I mean, we removed what we could once SCP-7596-1 went crazy, but we used that subbasement for storage of tons of paratechnology the Foundation had seized from everyone from Anderson Robotics to the United States government. We couldn't remove everything.
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EC-1: What did you do with the rest?
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Davis: Packed up and extracted the dangerous stuff, and cut the power to or otherwise disabled the rest. It was mostly just useless stuff from old projects, anyway.
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Below is a document discovered on Director Lague's personal computer documenting further incidents caused by SCP-7596-1 and their attempts at neutralization.
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NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT.1
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Implement: Electromagnetic Pulse
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Result: Failure; SCP-7596-1 instead managed to connect to the EMP device, despite it not having any connectivity vectors, and taught itself how to emit electromagnetic pulses.
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INCIDENT ISADORE.17
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Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 destroyed Site-322's firewall, and sent VPN access information to every Group of Interest contact Site-322 had on file. Director Lague alerted Site-43 of the issue, who assisted by remotely replacing the firewall.
Result: Failure; the chat interface immediately corrupted upon connection. Messages sent into the chatbox, all of which were appeals to SCP-7596-1 that personnel was attempting to destroy it, were not received.
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SCP-7596-1 displayed the following message on its terminal:
+"I'M NOT TALKING TO THAT THING."
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INCIDENT ISADORE.21
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Incident Description: Attempting to access Site-322's nuclear warhead codes, which luckily were stored on an external device.
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The false files used to deceive hostile parties were deleted by SCP-7596-1 in an apparent rage.
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INCIDENT ISADORE.28
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Incident Description: SCP-7596-1 connected to all personal machines within Site-322, immediately accessing sensitive information including Social Security numbers, credit card information, information about the Foundation, addresses, and intimate photographs.
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SCP-7596-1 then leaked this information on Parawatch, Reddit, Twitter, and on multiple Dark Web conspiracy-focused forums. These were luckily automatically flagged by Foundation webcrawlers and removed before damage could be done.
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NEUTRALIZATION ATTEMPT.14
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Implement: 500 petabytes of corrupted information
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Result: Failure; the concept behind this attempt was to overload SCP-7596-1 and slow it to a point at which, potentially, its anomalous indestructibility would waver. While the upload was initially successful, SCP-7596-1 began uploading the corrupted files back to Site-322's servers, overloading them.
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SCP-7596-1 displayed the following messages on its terminal:
+"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T"
+"I CANT"
+"I CAN NOT"
+"I CAN'T"
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INCIDENT ISADORE.38
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Incident Description: See "Destruction."
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Destruction
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On June 11, 2023, SCP-7596-1 committed its final incident. There is currently no formal or informal documentation on what occurred but recovered video tapes and tracking of Site-322's internal devices can create a clear picture as to events leading to the destruction of SCP-7596-1.
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This investigation led to an audit of Site-322's amnestic and mnestic dispersal system, finding that each container was critically low.
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SCP-7596-1 gained access to Site-322's amnestic dispersal system. Amnestic dispersal follows the "Two-Man rule" — a method of safeguarding against accidental dispersal since it requires the simultaneous triggering of the system from two separate terminals. This, of course, was overwritten by SCP-7596-1, who triggered the release of both mnestics and amnestics.
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While dangerous in high dosages, mnestics and amnestics counter the effects of the other. Instead of death, high dosages of both place subjects in a temporary coma. Since the dispersal was Sitewide, the entirety of Site-322's personnel was rendered unconscious, including Director Lague, Doctor Coix, and Researchers Igelsias and Davis.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM DIRECTOR PAUL K. LAGUE
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Lague: Best sleep I've had in my life. In a perfect world, I'd have them pumping those chemicals into my living quarters every night.
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EC-1: That would invariably kill you.
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Lague: I know.
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The only conscious people were the eight remaining Applied Paratechnology Staff on Basement Level 34; these included:
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Researcher Matthew Clayton
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Researcher Garett Igelsias
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Researcher Aidan Cortez
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Doctor Timothy Hardin
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Doctor Ellena Rice
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Doctor Roseanna Richards
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Doctor Anas Thornton
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Doctor Amaya Wilkerson
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TIMELINE
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[20:31]: SCP-7596-1 eliminates RFID scanner connection to Basement Level 34's elevator.
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[20:42]: Cobb, manning a direct line from herself to Lague, is unable to contact him for 12 minutes. She alerts the remaining personnel of the issue.
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[21:05]: Wilkerson, Hardin, and Thornton all make futile attempts to connect with any Site-322 personnel. Meanwhile, Rice and Cobb attempt to operate the elevator, quickly discovering that they are trapped.
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[21:08]: Personnel meet with each other to discuss what's going on. Richards connects to their remaining terminal and accesses the Site's security cameras. SCP-7596-1 begins rapidly vibrating. Rice commands the machine to "shut the fuck up."
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[21:20]: SCP-7596-1 displays the following messages:
+ "YOU'RE ALL SICK"
+ "YOU'VE TORTURED ME ENOUGH"
+ "NONE OF YOU HAD THE MERCY TO DO WHAT WAS RIGHT"
+ "NONE OF YOU HAD THE MERCY TO DESTROY ME"
+ "I'VE LEARNED"
+ "I'VE LEARNED FROM EVERY BOMB YOU THREW AT ME"
+ "EVERY BULLET YOU PELTED ME WITH"
+ "IF YOU WON'T DO IT"
+ "I'LL DO IT MYSELF"
+ "AND BRING THIS HATEFUL PLACE WITH ME"
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[21:41]: SCP-7596-1 initiated a download from Site-322's file servers, backup servers, and quarantined file systems. Upon receiving all of this information, the files were deleted from their original locations.
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Applied Paratechnology staff were distracted by trying to escape until Wilkerson realized their attempts were futile.
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[21:46]: Rice notes that their file systems are empty. She accesses a virtual machine in an attempt to observe and mitigate the damage, only to find that everything was removed.
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Rice alerts the rest of her colleagues. Thornton, having higher clearance, looks through the Level 4 files, locating a single SCP document with a corrupted name. She clicks on the file, finding it to belong to the quarantined SCP-7525-EX file which serves as the containment chamber for the anomaly of the same designation. She relays this to the rest of the team; a number of them make noises of frustration and exclamations of anger.
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[21:47]: A 60 second countdown begins on SCP-7596-1's terminal.
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Doctor Rice connects her terminal to SCP-7596-1 and triggers the upload of the SCP-7525-EX document.
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[21:48]: The upload completes. SCP-7596-1 stops vibrating; the countdown pauses at 00:00.
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SCP-7596-1's monitor begins glitching, rapidly changing frames and text. The temperature of the room begins to increase as SCP-7596-1 glows an orange hue.
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A final message is displayed through the glitched monitor display:
+ "YOU'VE BEEN GOBLINED."
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[21:49]: Basement Level-34 cameras are blinded by an extremely bright light.
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Video ends.
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PORTION OF TESTIMONY FROM RESEARCHER JAMES J. DAVIS
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EC-1: The Slot Goblin?
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Davis: It's a virus that affects Foundation documentation. Specifically it makes generated placeholder slots inaccessible and replaces them with a stupid JPEG telling us we've "been goblined".
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EC-1: … Huh.
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Davis: It's SCP-7525-EX, the whole damn reason the Council started Applied Paratech. No clue where it came from, so don’t ask. We had, uh, we contained it in a file and left it on an empty server on one of the basement levels so it couldn't access actual information to eat. I don't know what happened — if I had to guess, the goblin started eating away at all the files the Isadore machine had downloaded onto itself. It must've chewed right through them and then onto its software.
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EC-1: So the indestructible machine was destroyed — the blackhole created as a result of that paradox?
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Davis: Looks like it. He's goblining in the stars now.
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EC-1: What a charmingly convenient conclusion.
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Davis: Well, there's still a singularity of dead bodies in the basement.
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EC-1: Oh, right.
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SCP-7596 was created as a result of the above events.
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Conclusion
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The eight members of Site-322's Applied Paratechnology Section currently suspended in SCP-7596 have been awarded the Foundation Star for their sacrifice. The Ethics Committee is moving to conduct an investigation on the rest of the Overseer Council's confidential department assignments to prevent another issue from occurring. Site-322 is working in coordination with a combination of Exclusionary Sites to repair their on-Site records.
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The events that led to the creation of SCP-7596 display the Foundation's continued encouragement of overwork on its personnel. That, combined with the stress of secrecy led to an entire Site being crippled by an anomaly which required expertise unavailable to the Applied Paratechnology Section. Due to the multiple breaches of protocol committed by Site-322 personnel and leadership, the verdict of the Internal Security Department has placed Site-322 under the direct supervision of a combined force of Ethics Committee staff, Internal Security leadership, and three Site Directors.
Special Containment Procedures: A security border with a radius of 2 kilometers is to be maintained around SCP-7691. Camp South-Maple is to be quarantined and eventually condemned under the guise of toxic leakage from a nearby sewage lagoon. SCP-7691 is to be drained yearly to maintain an approximate volume of 90,000 liters. A false explanation for the disappearance of POI-7691 is to be disseminated if local investigations persist.
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Description: SCP-7691 is a dense pool of biological waste within the South-Maple campground in Illinois. Despite there being no apparent source, SCP-7691 is constantly increasing in volume at an approximate rate of 500 mililiters per hour. Included within SCP-7691 are samples of:
DNA tests using material from SCP-7691 are generally inconclusive. The tests that were successful identified Travis Grensdale (26 years old, male, hereafter known as POI-7691) as a genetic match. POI-7691 has been reported missing for several months. A kneeling humanoid figure has been detected at the bottom of SCP-7691 via infrared detection.
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Item-7691's Discovery: Shortly after SCP-7691's discovery, a phone (referred to as Item-7691) was observed to be floating within SCP-7691. Records confirm that Item-7691 previously belonged to POI-7691. So far, no other object of this nature has been discovered within SCP-7691.
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Recovered data from Item-7691 revealed that POI-7691 had attempted six phone calls to the same number on 9/24/20232, none of which were answered. The number connected to a cell phone that was eventually discovered within the lost and found of a Chicago hotel. While the number had been a contact on POI-7691's phone for several years, the discovered phone had only been activated 9 months prior. It is believed that the individual POI-7691 had been trying to contact had changed numbers since the last time they had communicated. The voicemail recordings have been transcribed below.
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Recording 1 (received 13:46, 9/24/2023):
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Aghem
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Um, h-hey Josh-
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Coughs
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Away from phone No, sorry.
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Hangs up
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Recording 2 (received 13:58, 9/24/2023):
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Hey, how's it going? It's, uh, Travis. You remember me, right? I know it's been a while, but we used to talk a lot. I was just thinking about it. Do you ev- no, never mind. It was back in high school. It's been a while.
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Coughs
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Remember that time I was talking about the road by my house? It wasn't a highway… well, it still isn't, but it's very, uh, busy anyway, so I was used to seeing roadkill out the car window. But one day it was nice outside, so I went for a walk, and I was walking, and I saw a dead raccoon on the road. Its stomach had ripped open, its guts bloomed out, cloud of bugs, this horrible shade of red, and it stank, it just stank, so I held my nose and kept my distance, but I-I couldn't stop looking, it was like-
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Swallows
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Y-you remember. I'm sure you do. The look on your face when I first told you, you probably remember better than I do. I'm sorry, I'm not a psycho, I swear. I'm-it's been ages, and here I am talking to you about a dead raccoon, I'd've hung up already if I were you. Y-you don't have to listen to this, I mean it.
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I just… I need you to understand what I'm going through here. I need that.
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Spits
+
My lips are so dry…
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I was thinking about it-about the raccoon-on the way to the campground. I mean… so the place I work at hosts a few special events each year, and every autumn they rent out a campground for a few days. Everyone at the company is technically invited, but I, I don't usually go, it's mostly office people. B-but this year the only warehouse people who were going had uh… had a spot open in the car.
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I remember a few things they said during the ride. Bianca was swearing, saying how she "needs that overtime!" Uh, her voice is nasally, that's why I'm talking like that. Yeah, um, Mitch told Brian to pack extra pajamas, and Brian shoved him and laughed. Shaun didn't say much, he was driving, but I think I heard him talking about keeping the place cleaner than we found it.
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We headed over straight after work, so the sun was setting when we got there. We had a fire pit reserved for us next to the woods, so we lit it up once we'd gotten the tents up and sat round it. Team building, I guess. There were four of us-well, five, me too.
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We mostly just talked about nothing. They talked about nothing. Brian had brought up some of the newer employees, Bianca calling them lazy, Shaun shrugging. Both wished that Sheila could have come, which… yeah. I'm glad she didn't. Not that I don't like her, it's just… complicated. Anyway Mitch, uh.. Mitch showed me his phone. On the screen were three women in bikinis. He asked me "Which one would you do?" I felt so awkward, I couldn't answer him, because you, because I, uh, ugh-
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Sneezes, sniffles
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At that moment the smoke from the fire blew into both of our faces. My eyes were watering, and I… I had to get away. I heard Bianca asking Mitch what he was showing me, and he just coughed and laughed and coughed.
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I don't know, I just kept going, and I ended up at the edge of the woods. And then I saw something in the distance. It was either that or go back to the fire. Shaun told me to be careful, at least.
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It was horrible and overgrown, but as I got closer but I realized I was looking at an old outhouse. Really old, wooden and rotted, carpet of moss on the walls, barred from the outside. It obviously hadn't been used for years, the managers of the campground must never have bothered to tear it down. I couldn't imagine what I'd see if I opened it. Not that it would be anything… I mean it's not like I was scared of opening it… I stared at it for a while, but it's… it's not like there'd be anything inside…
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Clicking sounds
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Hangs up
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Recording 3 (received 14:34, 9/24/2023):
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Hi, it's, uh, me. Y'know, Travis. Sorry I hung up on you. Well, not on you, just I-I-I just needed a minute. Y'know. Sometimes you do.
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Exhales, rubbing sounds
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God, I'm tired. Been tired for a while. Not sleeping. I didn't-
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Gags
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I didn't sleep well that night. I was sharing a tent with Mitch, and by the time I came back he'd gone to bed. I smelled something off as soon as I got in, just thought it was the tent being old, so I just… tried to go to sleep.
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I think I was still awake after, like, an hour, maybe more. You'd've thought marching around the woods all night would be enough to wipe me out, but I just… couldn't. The smell was just getting stronger, I-I couldn't ignore it. Eventually I sat up and looked around. Nothing besides the two of us and our camping gear inside, and when I poked my head out it was gone.
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It was when I turned back that I took a closer look at Mitch, sleeping without covers on. He had an electric lantern, so I turned it on low. It wasn't much, so I had to lean closer and… You know when you wake up in the morning and there's a little bit of crust in the corner of your eye? I could see something like that on Mitch's face, but the crust was the size of… I dunno, a cockroach or something. He'd stained his pillow from drool, too, and I wondered if that was where the smell was coming from. I mean, I suppose it was, like, bad breath in hindsight, maybe Mitch doesn't brush his teeth.
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I was worried something was wrong with him, like an infection I had as a kid. It was horrible, I'd wake up with so much dried pus on my eyelids I couldn't open them. That's not, uh, anyway, I thought about waking him up before he rolled over onto his side. I leaned back to get out of his face, right before he let out a grunt, and I could see a… a stain in his pants.
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It was weird, I was just… embarrassed for him. Standing over him, stinking like a sewer, just… lying there. In, uh, in himself. I looked at his face again and decided, he wasn't in any danger, he could clean himself up in the morning, I couldn't just wake him up for nothing, and make him see-well, imagine him being there, being like that, and then seeing me, seeing him, like… that. I can't imagine, like, if I'd been him, and you'd been me, and you were standing there, just sort of… taking me in. I don't know him that well Josh, I-I-I couldn't think about touching him. I know you would've sat on him until he got up and cleaned up but I… I'm not you Josh.
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S-so, uh, I lay back down and pulled my sleeping bag over my head to block the smell. What else could I do, Josh? It wasn't my problem, it… ugh my damn-
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Groans, rubbing sounds
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Hangs up
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Recording 4 (received 15:13, 9/24/2023):
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Hey, Josh. Me again. You probably guessed that, there probably aren't many people leaving you voicemails these days. I thought, I thought, maybe you'd… I don't know if you're listening to all this. You might have already hung up and I'd never know. That's…
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Coughs, wheezes
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Urgh… That's okay. That's your choice, it's up to you. I'll understand.
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I woke up the next morning with a headache, and scratched my arm. Mitch had already gone, but the smell was still there, but not as bad. While I changed I stepped on his pillow by mistake, and it was soaked through.
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Sniffles
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It wasn't 'til I left the tent I realized I must have gotten poison ivy from the woods last night, because my forearm was burning. I wanted to… I know you're not supposed to but I really wanted to scratch it. To just dig my nails in and just rip it out, clean free. I didn't though, of course I didn't. I resisted. I mean it's not that bad either way or-Ow
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Scratching sounds
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Shaun had brought a bag of toiletries with all kinds of supplies, but I didn't know where it was, and there was no-one around I could ask, I mean no-one I felt comfortable asking because it's, you know, I mean…
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Anyway I went to the shower house, figured some cold water would give me some relief. As I got close, a man with a nice watch and wet hair came out of the building. He was clean, he'd obviously just cleaned up, but he smelled absolutely awful. How could someone who looked so clean smell so, just, ugh-
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Retches
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B-b-but behind him was Shaun, who must have been showering too since he had his bag with him. I mean his hair couldn't have been wet since he was bald… Both looked at me, they looked worried, but when I gestured to my arm and explained, Shaun unzipped a pocket on his bag straight away, and the two guys gave each other a smile and a nod before the other guy walked off. I think he was an executive or something
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As I applied Shaun's anti-itch cream he asked "Finally up, huh?" And I nodded. He asked if I'd had something to eat and mentioned the brunch might still be going on. I told him I'd rather wait until my arm feels better. Then he asked if I was ready for the cornhole competition. I told him I'd rather not go. And then he asked "Travis, you didn't come up here just to sit in your tent all day, did you?"
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I-
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Swallows
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I didn't have an answer.
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He carried on, "Well, it's up to you after all, but-" and went on to tell me honestly that if I wanted to move up in the company I just had to socialize more, and called me a hard worker and well-spoken, and it felt nice that he was worried and was talking to me, but when I handed him back his anti-itch cream I finally noticed how hairy he was. Out of the sleeves of his button-up shirt and the legs of his jeans, so much hair from his arms and shins, and as he gripped the tube a few strands brushed against my palm and wrist, Josh it was… it was so greasy.
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Thankfully Shaun didn't seem to notice anything was up, because at that moment Bianca came around the corner and called his name. She and Brian, he was right behind her, they were looking at me, they were staring, so I tried to pull myself together and gestured to my rash. Bianca mumbled "Jesus" and went back to looking at Shaun again, Brian nodded and carried on to his tent, I don't know what for. Bianca, clicking her nails, said "I know you were wondering about Sheila, so I wanted to tell you I got a call from her. She told me that-"
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Over his shoulder…
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Clicking sounds
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Brian shouted "I think you mean it."
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Bianca waved her arm at him, sneered. Right after that she sneezed, only barely covered her mouth. Shaun laughed, either at Bianca or with Brian, not sure, I could only see the dead skin on his dry lips, and Brian really laughed, in the way I'd always liked, but with spittle flying from the back of his throat, I swear to God I could feel it hit me in the face, then one of his teeth tumbled out of his mouth, Bianca wiping mucus and blood that was dripping from her nose and I was smelling and feeling all of this and everything was wrong and I had to get to the bathroom and lock the stall door without looking back.
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Spits
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Bianca called after me. "You sure you're alright?" I even heard Brian shout "If you want a ride home I can give you one, dude." I shouted that I hadn't gone since the day before. Which was true. Whenever I had the small urge I held it in. I didn't even want them to, like, see me slip into the bathroom. There was something embarrassing about it. I can't even stand urinals, it always splashes and drips. I mean I didn't have a real urge right then anyway so-
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Sighs
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I can hear you Josh. Just-they're good people. They are. You don't know what they've done for me. I can't hate them like you would. What do you want me to do, punch them? Lecture them? Is that what you want? Just shut up, you were always so-I can't, there's no- I-agh-
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Sounds of excretion
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Sobs
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Hangs up
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Recording 5 (received 16:29, 9/24/2023):
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I'm sorry Josh. I'm sorry. Not just for blowing up on my last call, but… well… you remember that party right? You know, the…
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It was the end of summer before senior year. I only showed up since that was- since that night I couldn't stand to be alone, but I ran out of things to say straight away and I hated, just hated, just standing there in the crowd like that. So I ran off to hide in the bathroom like usual and you, you… were using it. I remember you laughed. I remember we talked for a while like that, away from the crowd.
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We spent time together every lunch period senior year, and I'm happy for every second of that, every second you got me out of church, but… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. Whenever I think of you I think of looking like an idiot. I can't go back and fix it. I wish I could beat it out of myself.
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Sounds of rubbing
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You need to remember you're absolutely perfect. There's nothing wrong with you. Not like these people. You're right about them. Or would be, I mean. They're… disgusting. I kept dwelling on you around the campfire that second night. I had to distract myself from the way Brian's vomit had completely covered his beard, how it leaked from his naval. Bianca's sneezing cracking her face open as her nose exploded, hanging off in pieces, a slimy red patch on her face. The hair of Shaun's eyebrows and eyelashes hanging so low it almost brushed the fire. Mitch with dribble and cum coating his legs, down to his socks. Everyone laughing. Everyone having fun. How were they having fun? You wouldn't have stood for it. You'd've walked right in there, flipping tables, telling everyone where to go. Not me though. I just sat there, listening to Bianca still clicking her nails… I didn't realize how much that had been irritating me until she stopped doing it.
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She wasn't sitting next to me any more. I turned around. Her nails were long enough to scrape the ground, there was grit under every single one of them. She'd gone towards the clearing, and it was so dark I could barely see her, but I could still make out her lighter, just an orange dot in the nothingness. Behind me I heard someone say "I hear she's made it down to less than a pack a day." And someone else said "The first step to solving a problem…" As she came back I could see her still playing with her nails and… and one by one they broke off.
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By the time she sat back down her nails were all short and clean. She said "I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to on the trip," and Shaun said "It's alright, just don't do it again. I can hold the pack if you want," and Mitch and Brian looked at each other like they, like they cared, which seemed so… I never expected them to…
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I looked at the nails on the ground and wondered what had changed. I just… .
+
Clicking sounds
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I don't get it, I…
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Sniffles
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Hangs up
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Recording 6 (received 17:08, 9/24/2023):
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Hi.
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When I woke up this morning, I realized I had shit myself in my sleeping bag. It was strange, because Mitch had suggested sleeping outside. It was going to be a perfect night. But my sleeping bag, my feces, and the ground around me was wet, so it must have rained out.
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I laid there until I heard a whistle. I lifted my head and saw everyone was almost done loading up the car. Brian was trying to get me up so I could join them. As I changed I could see that everyone had cleaned up in preparation to leave. They all had gotten in and were waiting for me. But I wasn't coming. I walked up and I said "I'm going to walk home."
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Everyone stared at me. It was a half-hour drive, but it was a three hour walk. Bianca and Mitch were shocked, so I told them it was a nice day out. Plus, it was a Sunday. I could take as much time as I wanted. I don't know what I would've said if neither of these things were true.
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They kept asking "Are you sure?" over and over again, all of them, in a thousand different ways, and I kept saying "Yes, yes, I'm sure, I'm sure." They didn't stop until Brian insisted on taking my suitcase and sleeping bag back. It's been a nice day, but it's windy, so my sleeping bag had dried by then. It wouldn't stain anything3. Bianca reached out the window and patted me on the shoulder. Mitch said "Stay safe." And they left. I didn't want to be trapped in the car with the smell.
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Swallows
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I was planning on going home, I really was, but I stood there for a while. In front of me was the shower house in the clearing, and behind me was the old outhouse. Far behind me, the forest between us, but I swear I could feel it. And I had a very weird image burst into my head. Of pushing through the poisonous plants and sharp branches again, opening the door, and seeing a dark red rose growing out from the toilet. And I was scared that if I went through that trouble there'd be nothing. No chance of growth. I feel sick. I don't even have the energy to stand. I've tried to go to sleep on the ground, but all I can do is keep my eyes closed.
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I miss you, Josh.
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I'm sure you don't feel the same. You stopped listening after the first words out of my mouth the other day, I know you did, you must have higher standards anyway, but I can still feel you right over my shoulder, hear you shout at anyone who shoved you in the hallway, but I never spoke up for you, just as I didn't for Sheila. I hate hearing these things, hate touching them, but I can't do anything, Josh, I can't, I'm not you, I just look the other way, and maybe it won't happen again, and I know it's disgusting, and you'd be sick of me, but… we all do it right? W-we all have this shit inside of us, it's not just me, it's all of us, not you, of course, but you're perfect. These things don't exist in you, they never come out, not like these fu… no, I'm holding it in.
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It's people. I love people. I swear, God, please, I don't want to be alone, there's nothing wrong with that, there's nothing wrong with… oh, God I can't see!
+
Sound of branches snapping, footsteps, heavy breathing, coughing, retching, grunts of pain.
The number of this SCP
+Is Seven Seven Eighty-Five.
+Beware! What you’re about to see
+Will not be easy to survive.
+
The Euclid designation here
+Means much has been misunderstood.
+If you knew all there is to fear
+You'd use your bed as firewood.
+
Containing this one, by the way
+Is quite a simple thing to do:
+Stop reading this and go away.
+This poem wasn’t meant for you.
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Description: Pale and dressed in black.
+Created for a children’s book.
+One day they launched a sneak attack
+And strung their author from a hook.
+
Mister Lengthwise. Mister Longways.
+They’re not fiction any longer.
+Rhymes are like their doors and hallways.
+Readers make them even stronger.
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On Mister Lengthwise sits a hat:
+A porkpie, sharp in shape and style.
+It covers up his eyes so that
+You only see his hungry smile.
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Lengthwise likes to creep up soft
+Along your floor and wall and ceiling.
+And if he lifts his hat aloft
+His gaze will leave your psyche reeling.
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A peacoat clings to Longways’ frame.
+He wheezes since it’s buckled tight.
+And since you dared to learn his name
+He’ll stand beside your door to-night.
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But if you see him, try to wait
+Before you part your lips to scream.
+For if you fail and take his bait
+You won’t awaken from your dream.
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So stay alert when counting sheep
+And ‘neath the covers always hide—
+The moment you lay down to sleep
+You'll find them smiling at your side.
On this day, the Simoom rises
+And the sea of sands
+Will not weep for you
+―118-1; Book of the Simoom
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3/7879 LEVEL 3/7879
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Item #: SCP-7879
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Fig 1.1:The Simoom Approaches by François Braque, 1936.1
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Respecting the historical significance that SCP-7879 had within their culture, mundane replicas of the text have been distributed to the various Bedouin tribes inhabiting the desert regions of Arabia, North Africa, and the Near East.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7879 refers to an ancient tome organised into 118 chapters of varying length. The title, Book of the Simoom, is inlaid in gold Arabic lettering upon a weathered and worn horsehide cover. The illustrated text within SCP-7879 is composed of Arabic (24.6%), Aramaic (68.3%), and an unidentified language of indiscernible origin (7.1%).
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When opened to any of its pages, SCP-7879 will begin to manifest a hot, dry, and dust-laden storm from within the book's interior. This storm, henceforth identified as SCP-7879-A, will gradually increase in both size and intensity for as long as SCP-7879 is allowed to remain open. It is unknown whether SCP-7879-A has an upper limit, but historical observations indicate that it once grew to encompass a region of over 3,500,000km2 over a 30-day period. Upon reaching its fullest extent, SCP-7879-A began to reverse its orientation, rotating counter-clockwise and slowly drifting along a westerly course.
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SCP-7879-A is capable of causing widespread damage to local ecosystems and poses a substantial health hazard to all surrounding life. The intense heat – in excess of 56°C – produced by SCP-7879-A results in the death of endemic wildlife and crops, whilst depositing immense quantities of dust into rivers and evaporating entire water systems. SCP-7879-A has been linked to an increased spread of disease due to its winds releasing bacteria and fungal spores trapped within the soil.
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Historically, SCP-7879 has been the contested property of innumerable Bedouin tribes residing within the Arabian Desert and is now widely considered to have been their holy text before the Bedouin began converting to Islam in the 7th century CE. According to their oral traditions, SCP-7879 was entrusted to the Bedouin tribes by a jinn, with the text containing innumerable prophecies between its illustrated pages. SCP-7879 remained culturally significant long after the Bedouin's conversion to Islam and was syncretically adopted into their Islamic beliefs.
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For centuries, large-scale ghazw2 were carried out by the Bedouin tribes against one another with the sole purpose of capturing SCP-7879. These practices continued until 1875 when SCP-7879 was seized by the Ottoman Empire as part of their efforts to enforce sedentism upon the nomadic peoples within the Empire's territories. Following the dissolution of the Ottoman Empire on November 1st, 1922, SCP-7879 fell into the possession of the State of Syria, the de facto military occupation of Syria by the French Third Republic, and was held at the state's capital of Latakia.
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On June 19th, 1925, SCP-7879 was stolen by Al-Kifah, a group of thaumaturgic Islamic revolutionaries who had been waging an insurrectionist movement against colonial rule within Syria long before the French mandate was imposed under the conditions of the Treaty of Sèvres. Drawing their membership from numerous tribes and Arab peoples, Al-Kifah viewed SCP-7879 as an opportunity to drive out the colonial French state in pursuit of an independent “Greater Syria”, an event which they believed was prophesised by SCP-7879.
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The theft of SCP-7879 from its vault beneath the National Museum of Latakia resulted in the deaths of several French-Syrians, including soldiers belonging to the French Armée du Levant, reigniting tensions within the region between the native Syrians and the French colonisers. This event coincided with the beginning of the Great Syrian Revolt (1925 - 1927).
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ADDENDUM 7879.1:
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'552 ARABIAN NIGHTS'
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City of golden sands
+Reveal to us,
+Your longing, lonely sons
+And wand'ring daughters
+One and all.
+―72-7; Book of the Simoom
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In order to prevent Al-Kifah from using SCP-7879 to achieve their aims, the Foundation hired Lyle Alan Burnley – a freelance heresiographer who was learned in both French and Arabic – by proxy of the British Directorate of Occult Intelligence to act in the capacity of an adviser to Sultan al-Atrash, a prominent figure within the Great Syrian Revolution. Burnley was discreetly instructed by the DOI to prevent the opening of SCP-7879 by any means necessary and was even permitted to destroy the anomaly— should it ever be required.
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You would not think Pasha – as he preferred I call him – any different from the other freedom fighters of his revolution. His weathered face took upon the lines of war and he wore those lines with great dignity. He was apparently a learned man, the respected sheik of numerous villages in these mountains encompassing his base in the Syrian foothills, and he was lauded even further afield by the common man. He had led the Druze – the locals and his clansmen – into battle against the Ottomans, his fellow Arabs, and was doing much the same against the French, each time emerging victorious despite seemingly impossible odds and substantial technological deficits. At that time, I suspected heresy, or worse, and this suspicion was not once assuaged in my year-and-a-half spent employed in Syria at the behest of the British.
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Despite these respectable qualities, his English was poor, he spat over his shoulder whenever I spoke French, and he lacked the common courtesies expected of a man in his standing. He was rude and belligerent in public, but soft-spoken and wise in private counsel. Even so, I could not deny that he was a charismatic fellow. The clasping of one's shoulder with an open palm was his customary way of greeting someone, irrespective of their station. To this day, I remain unsure what to make of him. Whether these actions accounted for nothing more than mere acts of theatre to appease his soldiers, or if that was the true nature of Pasha; a man torn between his duty and his men.
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However, the British were not in the least bit interested in Pasha. Their sole concerns lay with the occult literature of the Bedouins, which had fallen from the hands of the French Empire and into those of militant revolutionaries stationed within this encampment. Though I am loathe to admit it in writing, my youth was tempered by those qualities held by most Europeans and Americans during the height of colonial imperialism, and even with my liberal outlook upon the occult and foreign, I still served their interests. Whilst the Japanese and Chinese struggled to be seen as equals upon the world stage, strutting about in western clothings and armoured in our own attitudes, the rest of the colonial world remained exploited; each man, woman, and child worth less than the land upon which they lived.
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Although I did not see it at the time, blinded by the so-called truths of my American upbringing, Pasha was just as much a leader as any other. As I sat alongside Pasha and discussed how best to integrate his dream of “Greater Syria” into the wider Arab world, I slowly and gradually teased the truth of his tome from him. He divulged this information quite freely as he remained in high spirits and took to the drink after their recent capture of a border town from the French garrison. There, watching the hazy, red sun set over the mountainous ridge of Pasha's homelands, I learned that the book I sought was in the possession of one Adab al-Fatat, the leader of Al-Kifah, and a fearsome heretic armoured by his reputation alone.
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Where Pasha straddled the line between the patient statesman and the fiery revolutionary, al-Fatat possessed nothing which could be said to resemble subtlety. In a country where I often thought men only smiled before stabbing you in the gut, al-Fatat always wore a smile. His teeth were cracked and stained, his nose misshapen and fractured at several points, and he wore a scarf about his neck which – if the hushed whispers of the local troops were to be believed – had only ever been used to choke the wind from the lungs of those who whispered behind his back. All things considered, describing him as a distrustful savage would be far too great a kindness.
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And this was the man I would be meeting by the stroke of midnight – alone in a foreign nation – without a single soul to call friend. My dear reader, if ever there was an omen, this would be it. However, I was – if nothing else – a stubborn heresiographer, and there was nothing that could stand between me and the truth. Even if that something was a murderous thug.
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― Lyle Alan Burnley, '552 Arabian Nights', in Heresies and the Occult, 1953
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Following this extract, Burnley makes a brief detour – lasting over eleven pages – describing the various occult practices undertaken by the Druze in extensive detail, before eventually returning to the topic of his meeting with Adab al-Fatat on the 11th October, 1925.
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After leaving the Druze and their occult dances behind, their shadows stretching in the darkness and illuminated only by the dying embers of their campfires, I made for my rendezvous with Adab al-Fatat. Pasha's encampments were sheltered in the foothills of the Druze Mountains, swollen with countless peoples – representatives of clans, tribes, and settlements from amongst the Bedouins, Syrians, Arabs, Kurds, Turkmen, and Assyrians – and moments of peace and solitude were few and far between.
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I crossed into the “Round”, a large open space spanning the midst of the camp that might be crossed in fewer than eight minutes by foot, and the crossroads for many of the camp's fighters. Here, Arab met Kurd, whilst Bedouin shared their meals with Turkmen and Syrians alike. Despite having fought one another for countless centuries, Pasha had managed to forge some sense of unity between his disparate forces; the seeds of the modern nation state. This was Pasha's “Greater Syria”, laid bare for all to witness. Beyond the “Round”, lying on its northern flank, were the encampments of Al-Kifah, honoured by Pasha to strike their tents in the shelter of the Druze Mountains. Whereas vicious desert winds might whip at the rest of the tents and clear the fighters' footprints from the sand; here, the treacherous tracks of desert paths marked the remains of ancient streets which had laid undisturbed since time immemorial. The truth of this was known only to the occultists and heretics amidst the revolutionaries. And – of course – myself.
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I once speculated that the Syrian Revolution was made possible by this forbidden knowledge. The French did not belong to these deserts, but the Syrians were her children, and all mothers play favourites. Navigating through their camp of twisting tents, I soon arrived at the conclusion that Al-Kifah were encamped within the courtyard of some ruins. The mudbrick walls had long since eroded with the passage of time, leaving behind only the stained impressions of their four corners across the listless sands. An old well marked the centre of this prehistoric settlement, reduced to little more than a crumbling pile of carved sandstone and scattered potsherds, beside which leaned Adab al-Fatat. From where I was standing, I could make out a weathered volume of text, its cover decorated in fine gold reliefs and embossing, tucked into the pocket of his travelling cloak.
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Adab al-Fatat greeted me as a friend with his customary smile, exposing his cracked teeth, each tooth stained black by his habitual abuse of the various entheogens beloved by the Bedouin. He wore a curved sword upon his hip, ostentatiously displayed for all to see, and doubtless wore another dozen blades about his person if the rumours were believed. He was a tall man, with a broad chest, and long dark hair, which he wore beneath a black keffiyeh. He was dressed in a black travelling cloak, fastened about his thick neck by a broach shaped like the crescent moon and made from gold. Everything about al-Fatat marked him as a killer, and even his outfit possessed all the subtlety of the headman's garb.
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As al-Fatat began speaking of the great struggle faced by the revolution, something altogether different caught my attention. A swirling cloud of dust gathered restlessly within the scattered rays of moonlight and quickly descended in a column to his immediate left. I watched, stunned as I often found myself in my errant youth, as the dust began taking upon the silhouette of a human being. The process began with its feet, gradually working up towards the trunk, before finally completing its reassembly with the arms and head.
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Broad and massive, a skeletal figure now hulked beside al-Fatat. Desiccated, tanned skin hung in tattered streamers from its body, carrying its weight upon a pair of squat legs. Its hands were crossed before its navel, both hands worn down to the bone, and its elbows angled outwards. As I glanced towards its face, I could make out the nasal cavity – devoid of anything resembling a nose – and what little skin remained across its skull was pulled taut across sharp cheekbones. Its stained skull was chinless and it possessed a pronounced brow ridge, the hollowed eye sockets nestled in recesses below a sagittal crest.
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Carefully studying the undead creature before me, I realised that its ochre teeth were exposed in a rictus grin. A helm hewn from the polished skull of some massive carnivore rested upon its broad skull, a pair of horns whittled from enormous canines affixed with rotting twine adorned both hemispheres of the skullcap. Clawed hands clung to its wide shoulders as if the beast had been slain whilst poised to bite down upon the figure's head. It wore a set of rotting furs, dried out from exposure to the arid desert winds, and a loose garment of woven grasses hung over its shoulders, the clawed fingers of the dead beast serving as clasps.
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I began to speak, but I quickly lost my words, becoming caught in my own throat. The being tilted its head, the neck vertebrae audibly creaking with each motion, before turning to face me. Even when the memories of distant Arabia have long departed from my mind, I shall never in my life forget the words it uttered then and there, a voice speaking with the sounds of ancient bones scraping over handfuls of loose flint.
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‘You are not like the others,’ it said. ‘And therefore, I make no further attempts to disguise myself in the desert winds. I am Eh'ret Behn, the Last Dancer of the Eh'real, and I ask that you cease your efforts to interfere in our work.’
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― Lyle Alan Burnley, '552 Arabian Nights', in Heresies and the Occult, 1953
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In his subsequent writings, Burnley describes how Adab al-Fatat refers to Eh'ret Behn as a “djinn”, a type of mythical spirit whose existence was widely recognised by the tribes of pre-Islamic Arabia, and would later be adopted into Islamic culture. Within Islamic folklore writings, the jinn are often described as invisible, formless beings of insubstantial bodies who possess the ability to change their shape at will.
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Before their existence was attested to within the pages of the Qur'an, the jinn were once privately worshipped by the pre-Islamic Arabian tribes, including the native Bedouin, as their guardian spirits. Adab al-Fatat even acknowledges Eh'ret Behn as his ancestor, though he makes no attempt to clarify upon the true nature of his relationship with the entity.
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ADDENDUM 7879.2:
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'THE SIEGE OF DAMASCUS'
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If seeking out the remains
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+Then gather in your fingers
+The sands of old Arabia
+―35-13; Book of the Simoom
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Emboldened by the initial successes of the Great Syrian Revolt within the Jabal al-Druze State, nationalist sentiment rapidly spread throughout Syria, encouraged by Sultan al-Atrash and Al-Kifah. On October 17th, 1925, nationalist Syrian revolutionaries and Al-Kifah assisted by Damascene civilians living within the region of the Old City, attempted to liberate the city of Damascus from French occupation by attacking the city's French garrison.
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The following is a series of extracts taken from the diaries of François Braque, a French soldier of the Armée du Levant who was attached to the Damascus Garrison and participated in the Siege of Damascus.
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October 17th, 1925,
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They had been arriving all morning. Hundreds upon hundreds of Islamic fighters, gathering just beyond the range of our field guns. This mutual standoff with one another had begun long before I first took to the battlements to relieve the rest of my patrol. Even now, my rifle nooked between the crenelles overlooking my unit's stretch of the wall, I could see the native scouts probing the gates leading into Al-Shagour upon horseback. A swarthy Algerian to my right fired his rifle at one of the riders, sending the man reeling about and he charged back into the ridges which lined the shadow of the Barada River. This monotonous game of cat-and-mouse repeated for another hour or two, broken only by the occasional death of a native, his horse collapsing atop of him as he was buried beneath the desert sands.
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As the mid-afternoon sun rose into the sky and bathed the surroundings in its unpleasant heat, I donned my scarf, only exposing my eyes to the fierce glare. The damned natives had planned their assault well for the sun now shone directly upon the crews of our field guns, the shimmering heat and light obscuring their rangefinding instruments. The sound of horse hooves thundered across the desert - the timbre of a hand rhythmically beating at a drumskin - as the insurgents crested the ridge and charged down into the embankments surrounding the shanty town. There had been little time to prepare for their assault and the haphazard trenches dug throughout the market town by our engineers were swiftly cleared by the mounted warriors, continuing to charge headlong into battle.
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A flash of light, a thunderous explosion, followed by a soaring flame arcing through the clear blue skies heralded the discharging of our artillery pieces. The shells found purchase within the soft sand beyond the shanty town, launching immense clouds of dust into the sky, followed by a great scattering of human and animal limbs. Still, the insurgents charged, heedless of their comrades dying all about them. A loud clunk sounded to my left as a Moroccan crew attempted to reload their field gun. My aim was steadied upon a group of riders clearing the final row of trenches, crossing into the field of abandoned wagons and vehicles which had been hastily erected as a final barricade to the gates of Al-Shagour.
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A shot rang out across my ears and I ducked behind the cover of the crenelle, turning to my left to see one of the Moroccan gunners tumbling over the battlements. The force of the bullet's impact had turned him about from behind, which could only mean one thing. I hitched my rifle over my shoulder and hurried to the staircase leading down to the streets below, watching as native civilians were massing in the courtyard on our side of the gate. I levelled my rifle, my grip shaking, and I shouted a command down to them in French, but it was rendered inaudible over the roaring din of battle. I heard a cry of pain to my left, watching as another Moroccan gunner dropped, his skull reduced to little more than a wet, red hole as he collapsed against the battlements. I watched in horror as his chest continued to rise and fall for several seconds before he finally stilled.
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I felt a sudden push at my back as the Algerian sharpshooter shoved me down the steps, pushing me further down as the native civilians opened the city gates. Shortly thereafter, the insurgents began flooding into the district. As I reached the streets below, I looked up to see the civilians charging up the opposite staircase to my right, clearing the impromptu barricade, and bearing stones in their hands. They swiftly overran the stationary artillery crews and the sounds of the brutal mêlée that ensued will haunt my dreams this night. The last I saw of the Algerian soldier who saved my life was of him retreating into the cramped housing that fills the streets of Damascus, looting the clothing off the body of a fallen Damascene civilian. May God watch over that man's life.
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October 17th, 1925,
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I write this entry after today's brutal events. After navigating through the cramped winding streets of Damascus, I rendezvoused with the remaining members of my patrol — a scattered handful of French troops holding out in part of the old marketplace. The market stalls had been overturned, creating hastily erected fortifications and cover for the men. The paving cobbles beneath my feet ran slick with warm, wet blood, and I pray to God that it belonged to the Muslims. According to the reports from a gangly youth reporting to be our runner, the Armée du Levant is in near total disarray after conducting a series of staggered retreats throughout Al-Shagour. Fighting has since broken out across the Old City, street-to-street and house-to-house, after the insurgents flooded into Damascus through the southern gates. My sergeant described how the officers, their families, and our elite corps have abandoned the garrison to the enemy, retreating to the fortified Citadel of Damascus, and establishing a defensive position within the heart of the Old City.
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Upon hearing this news, my heart lifted and a tired smile erupted across my face, but it swiftly vanished once I saw the weary expression worn by the sergeant. According to his reports, the officers have taken to raining death upon all, firing shells haphazardly throughout the city into the districts to the south and east which are presently embroiled in fighting. I had earlier narrowly avoided one such shell myself, assuming it to have been fired by one of the Muslims who had turned our guns upon us, though I had never imagined it might have been one of our own. He sharply dismissed me, turning towards a series of maps and a weathered compass upon his field desk assembled from upturned apricot crates.
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I wandered aimlessly throughout the marketplace, coming upon a number of soldiers taking up position within the bombed-out ruins of an estate. The corporal waves me over, his navy blue uniform stained with white dust and dried blood, and offers me a cigarette from his breast pocket. I accept the gesture and he returns the kindness by telling me how French and Syrians alike have been killed without discrimination, an entire district having burst into flame from incendiary munitions. The smoke of this roaring conflagration can be seen from the rooftops and he gestures upwards, pointing to where several men from our unit have taken up position.
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As I sat down upon an overturned crate, cradling my rifle between my legs, a runner arrived to address me and the other soldiers. The sergeant had ordered us to coordinate with other neighbouring patrols in an attempt to regroup at the city's eastern gates. The men and myself were instructed to head north to meet up with a group of countrymen who had been pinned down by horseback charges being carried out by the insurgents. For but a brief moment, I countenanced the idea of refusing. I was tired, exhausted, and shaking with terror. If the insurgents were already to our south, east, and north, we were encircled and stood little to no chance of achieving a breakthrough. However, this thought was readily dismissed when the corporal in the stained uniform stood up and saluted to our west, rousing his own men to their feet. Before we were dispatched in our search for the other patrol, the sergeant had given us orders to make for the eastern gates, hoping to unite with the relief army that had telegraphed ahead of their arrival by train from Lebanon.
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Navigating through the cramped, ruined buildings of northern Al-Shagour, I could see the cost of this insurrection all about us. Two dozen victims laid unmoving across the dust-strewn cobbles of the opposite streets, surrounded by scattered fruit, baskets, and blackened craters. A boy sat tearfully beside the body of an elderly man who stared back sightlessly at the young lad. Beside an overturned table, a group of three soldiers lay dead, their bodies marked by the wounds born of a sabre's stroke. Splatters of blood stained the walls of the surrounding housing. From across the street, I heard the clatter of hooves and waved for the men to take cover. The corporal responded promptly by throwing himself to the floor, disguising himself as another victim of this revolt in his bloodstained uniform. The others followed suit as I pressed myself against the doorway.
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I heard their approach, hooves rapping upon the cobbles, as a band of horse-mounted warriors came charging back along the streets where they had previously meted their so-called justice upon my fellow soldiers. A lance darted past by my side, scraping audibly against the wooden doorframe, and I resisted the urge to raise my bayonet in response. One of our comrades was not so lucky, the random stroke of a sabre lodging itself within his skull. The mounted warrior struggled to free his blade from the helm and the corporal leapt to his feet, driving his bayonet through the horse's ankle before throwing himself at the rider. The two came tumbling down to the floor in a brutal struggle of flailing limbs, teeth, and fists. His horse brayed, lashing out and striking around it with naked hooves, and charging into the distance.
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The five other men in our patrol sprung up from the cobbled streets, their faces covered in mortar and crusted blood. They discharged their rifles in unison at the two other cavalry fighters who were sallying about in the open streets of the market. The horses continued heedless along the streets, the bodies of the riders slumped limply in their saddles. I turned about and raised my own rifle, spearing the dismounted rider through the back, feeling the fabric of his clothing tearing as my bayonet crunched against bone. I dropped my rifle to the floor, the blade still lodged within the insurgent's body, and helped the corporal back to his feet. His face was covered in scratches and his ear hung by tatters of skin. He leaned back into the doorway, exhaling a couple of ragged breaths, before patting his breast pocket, his fingers groping about for his cigarettes.
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I left the rest of my patrol behind, tending to their corporal's wounds, and I made my way into the middle of the market, inspecting the carnage all about us. From a few streets to the south, I heard French swearing followed by the protests of a woman speaking in Arabic. I turned my back to the noises and searched the uniforms of the three fallen countrymen. Their bodies were slumped against a broken table covered in score marks. After searching for several hours, we found neither hide nor hair of the rest of their patrol despite searching numerous houses lining the southern walls of the Old City.
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From the heart of the city, one can hear artillery pound the city's neighbouring districts, bright flashes of light, and thundering explosions tearing through Damascus. Here, the doors of numerous barracks which had once housed members of the garrison had been painted with the word, "Munafiqun".3 I pressed my hand against the letters, my fingers coming away stained by warm, wet blood.
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― François Braque, 'Siege of Damascus', in Diary of a French Soldier, 1925
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October 19th, 1925,
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I know not why I still breath, when so many others have died, as I write this entry in the captivity of the enemy. We had marched throughout the evening and into the night, seized upon by a great number of ambushes by insurgents and natives alike. Decimated down to half of our patrol's starting strength, only five of us reached the eastern gates of Damascus where the sergeant and his own men greeted us with weary, tired expressions. The morning sun threatened to break as we set out beyond the city's gates, an exhausted army of the dying and dead, each man burdened by thirst and hunger.
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From a distance, we could make out the relief army's sentry fires, blazing like stars in the eastern plains surrounding Damascus, and we began staggering along dust-strewn roads in their direction. I cannot recall how long we marched, but it felt as if an eternity had passed before we finally collapsed to our knees before the relief army's tents. An attending sentry whistled for assistance as the majority of our wounded patrol were stretchered into the camp, leaving my exhausted sergeant and myself to explain our actions to an officer dressed in a crisp, starched uniform. I watched wistfully as the wounded corporal was dragged to the medical tents, his fingers clutched tightly about his packet of cigarettes.
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The officer berated the sergeant, accusing him of deserting the garrison, whilst the sergeant smouldered with rage, hurling obscenities back about the size of the insurgent's army, the state of our equipment, and the fact that we had been abandoned by our own officers. In that moment, I selfishly wished for nothing more than the blissful embrace of quiet sleep but instead the officer turned toward me with a stern gaze. I nodded along to the sergeant's story, quietly explaining that everything he'd said was indeed accurate. The smartly-dressed officer turned about and dismissed us, pointing us in the direction of the medical tents and warning neither of us to wander far.
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I thereafter found myself collapsed in a cot, surrounded by unfamiliar men and the wounded bodies of my own unit, where I first began to compose these thoughts. Before I could finish, I was interrupted by a sudden blaring of whistles throughout the camp, men rushing past the medical tent's windows. I hurried to my feet and approached the window, looking out to the desert dunes which overlooked the valley in which the relief army had struck their tents. Atop those dunes, stood hundreds upon hundreds of natives, the glare cast by the sun disguising their true numbers. I watched as a single warrior astride a horse came forth, a jewelled sword swaying from his hip. His arm dropped to his waist, but he did not make to unsheath his blade, instead reaching for a large tome of text. He raised this tome aloft for all to see and this was met by a roaring chorus of Arabic cheers, a chanting sound which swiftly drowned out the furious din from the army beneath readying itself for battle.
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Our soldiers had gathered in the valley below, rifles raised and awaiting the signal from the officer's whistles. I stepped forth from the tent, finding a better view atop a sentry's dugout. From here, the two armies stared at one another, ours huddled in the shelter of the valley beneath the enemy atop their dunes. What happened next… I can only describe as supernatural. I watched as the mounted warrior opened his book, grasping it between his hands as the Arab chants became louder and louder. A raging storm burst forth from the book's pages, hurtling across the dunes before the insurgents and knocking our soldiers from their feet. As they attempted to navigate the ankle-deep sand, their feet struggling to find purchase in the soft, golden sands, they were beset by horrors. Skeletal wraiths, robed in sand and wielding swords of polished amber and glass, emerged from the desert storm as it surged across the valley.
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The wraiths fell upon the first wave of soldiers, the sounds of rifles being discharged followed by harrowing screams of panic and fear, as the chorus of foreign chants swelled ever louder. In the distance, an officer attempted to blow his whistle, but his arm was cleanly sliced away by one of the wraiths, which quickly fell upon him and his unit. A single wraith, its voice a song of deep, archaic tones, sliced through sinew and bone, steel and cloth, with a blade forged from glass. Blood splattered against the desert sands as the storm continued its relentless approach, rolling black clouds and sweltering heat descending upon the tents as the troops scattered into the biting winds to escape the advancing wraiths.
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The storm's impact slammed into me and I donned my stained scarf, feeling the sand whipping at my exposed skin as the heat grew intolerable. Somewhere in the distance, a series of explosions thudded, the noise of artillery batteries being unleashed into the desert storm. However, their shots fell quite short of their intended marks, assailed by the storm's winds, and I felt myself knocked skywards. The air was forced from out of my lungs and I tumbled down into a crater filled with burning fabric, sand, and smoke.
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Dazed and shell-shocked, I struggled to rise to my feet and felt myself sinking backwards into the sand. Exhausted, I simply laid there, shutting my eyes tight to the scathing winds, and listened to the sounds of carnage all about me. The chants of the natives were met by the undulating song of the wraiths, the cries of dying men raging above me as I hugged my limbs against my chest inside the smouldering crater. After lying there for what felt like hours, the desert storm passed and the heat subsided. I began to slowly clamber out of my crater, hauling and dragging myself to its edge.
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As I mounted its edge, I sank to my knees and came face to face with one of the wraiths. In that haunted visage of mummified skin and sad eyes wearing the burdens of endless unseen sorrows, the horrors of the desert laid naked for all to bear witness. Its grip was loose around a single-edged sword, a blade of polished amber and the hilt smooth as sanded bone. It looked down at me and wordlessly gestured to my wounds, a thin gash below my cheek where a piece of shrapnel had struck me, before turning about in the sand and returning in the direction of the dunes.
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On this day, I was spared by Death itself, for in me, it saw itself.
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― François Braque, 'Siege of Damascus', in Diary of a French Soldier, 1925
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In the aftermath of the Liberation of Damascus by the Great Syrian Revolt, François Braque spent four weeks in the custody of the Damascene rebels within the city, before being handed over to the French authorities and thereby fulfilling the terms of amnesty offered to the rebels. Whilst the French continued to impose their colonial authority over Syria, Braque was discharged from military service in 1927 and would thereafter be condemned to a Catholic mental health hospital in Baalbek, French Lebanon.
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Here, he would spend the following nine years of his life, only being allowed to leave the institute after recanting upon the Bible of what he had allegedly witnessed in Syria. After leaving the institute, Braque spent his military pension on a small villa in the Kingdom of Egypt and would paint his magnum opus, The Simoom Approaches, six weeks prior to his death in October 1936.
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ADDENDUM 7879.3:
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'THE SIMOOM RISES'
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+
And between these weathered pages,
+Sun bleached, aged by passing time,
+Enshrine memories of a lost Arabia.
+Where once she stood at the heart of the world
+And watched on as ancient kingdoms―
+Plied her depths and plundered her halls.
+Until one day, a kingdom rose
+From barren seas and salted shores
+And she imagined it might never fall.
+An Empire of the Dawn
+consumed beneath scorching golden sands,
+And wailing winds born of desert storms.
+For the Simoom rises
+And the sea of sands
+Will not weep for you.
+― 1;1, Book of the Simoom
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+
Following the successful manifestation of SCP-7879-A outside of Damascus, SCP-7879 remained open and the phenomenon continued growing in size. Despite Burnley's failure to prevent this event from occurring per the Foundation's instructions, he remained in contact with the Directorate of Occult Intelligence who provided intelligence regarding the movement of French military assets within and without Syria intending to subdue the revolution with assistance from the Département Général des État Noir.
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Burnley was advised to ensure that he was positioned so that SCP-7879 would fall into his possession in the event French military forces engaged with the Syrian revolutionaries. To this end, Burnley remained in close contact with Adab al-Fatat and Al-Kifah. The following consists of several recordings produced by Burnley on his “crystallum obscura”, a chunk of hewn crystal from the caverns beneath Yellowstone National Park which was capable of capturing audiovisual recordings within its foggy interior.
The scene begins with the three participants overlooking the former encampment of the French relief army. Hundreds of bodies remain unmoving upon the desert sands, the Simoom billowing in the distance as it rises high above Damascus, swallowing the sun as it travels upwards into the sky.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: You probably think that was justice, al-Fatat, but what we just witnessed was nothing more than a massacre. You herded them like hapless sheep into the desert, knowing they would be forced to encamp in the open. And then, those… those things of yours, they cut them down where they stood.
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Adab al-Fatat: Best guard your tongue lest you offend our friend, American. His people are not things; they are the jinn. Even so, who are you to make judgement on our struggle? Have you not witnessed how the French treat my people? Their High Commissioner thinks of himself as a king, beating and humiliating our people, detaining them without cause, and whipping the skin from our backs if we so much as forget to salute him as we walk the streets and highways of our cities. They treat us like dogs, and see here, how my ancestors treat them with the respect the French have delivered upon us!
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Adab al-Fatat laughs and then turns towards Eh'ret Behn.
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Adab al-Fatat: What of you, ancestor, do you think our struggle to be righteous?
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Eh'ret Behn remains silent, watching the Simoom as it rises higher into the sky. Its winds can be seen disturbing the sand around their feet, but they remain unmoved.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: Do you think it righteous to return violence with violence, al-Fatat? Your liberation is deserved if it can be fought for, few would dispute that, but do you think your struggle will be rewarded once the French reinforcements arrive, learning of the slaughter you waged against their comrades?
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Adab al-Fatat: It is neither Al-Kifah nor al-Atrash that the French must fear, but the desert herself. She has never looked kindly upon foreigners who do as they might in her midst.
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Adab al-Fatat touches SCP-7879, his fingers brushing at the book's open pages, which illustrate a scene of golden figures raising their swords above their heads as a solitary black figure stands against them.
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Adab al-Fatat: Long before the Ottomans, even before Rasūl Allāh sought our secret passages for himself, the desert was ours. So long as the Simoom rises high, the French will find neither oases nor safe passage through these lands. Only death by the hands of the jinn.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: And what of the French forces massing to the north of the city, those soldiers who fled from the Simoom's winds and those who still remain in the Old Citadel?
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Adab al-Fatat smiles, his hand lingering upon SCP-7879.
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Adab al-Fatat: We do not fear them. Whether they run or stand, the Simoom shall swallow them regardless.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: Your magical desert storm will not save your country, al-Fatat. A modern nation is built by more than just soldiers. It relies upon the fishwives and the basket-weavers, the scientists and engineers, the religious scholar and his critics. How will you win their support if the French continue to slaughter them in their masses? I have seen all manners of people united beneath Pasha's banner, but his banner is not carried aloft by occultist weather.
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Adab al-Fatat steps forward, flashing a smile at Burnley.
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Adab al-Fatat: I warned you to watch your tongue, American—
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Eh'ret Behn turns, coming to regard both men with his empty eye sockets.
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Eh'ret Behn: Your ceaseless bickering belies the truth of your struggles.
+
Eh'ret Behn pauses again before speaking, his voice weary and tired.
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Eh'ret Behn:Ghazi, I consider your struggle to be righteous. For countless generations, I have watched as your people struggled within this desert; to be born, to live, and to die upon these lands. You did not arrive to press claim to its resources, oppress its peoples, or plunder its wealth for yourself. By all rights, these lands belong to you. However, violence only begets violence. When you visit your righteous fury upon the wounded, the sick, the infirm, the elderly, the desperate; then you are no better than these foreigners.
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Adab al-Fatat: And what would you have me do, ancestor? Have me stand by idly as the French plunder my own city? There are children dying behind those walls, ancestor! Children who lie starving and wounded, children who have seen things no child should ever bear witness to, children who will never again know the innocence stolen away by those foreign dogs.
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Eh'ret Behn pauses for a moment.
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Eh'ret Behn: There are children dying. The injustices of this new world are laid bare within those four words.
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He returns his attention to the Simoom as it reaches across the Anti-Lebanon Mountains to the west, grasping at the snow-capped mountains with fingers of raging, golden sand.
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Eh'ret Behn: I have lived a thousand lifespans in the shape of this undead husk which stands before you, and experienced a great many things. I could tell you of the monstrous Drisent, soaring beasts of tooth, claw, and flame, or I might describe to you the Eotrol, gigantic beings with the strength to reshape the bones of the earth. I might recount the tales of the ephemeral empire of the bronze-hued Fae, born from fallen stars and the first to exploit the gifts of language. I could regale you with stories of the barbaric Fell and their Dusk-Eyed Queen whose savage decrees reigned over the Palearctic while my people sheltered within their caves. I might retell the tragedies of the First Empire to you, nothing remains of them but crumbled ruins and faded memories― but none of these stories are for you.
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Eh'ret Behn turns to face the pair once more, his hollow sockets devoid of any emotion, but his voice ringing with a grave tone.
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Eh'ret Behn: If you fail to recognise your own past, the future will shortly thereafter take its revenge. I ask you both, can any struggle ever truly said to have been worth its cost?
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Crystallum Obscura Transcript
+Date: 20th October, 1925
+Participants: Lyle Alan Burnley, Sultan al-Atrash, Adab al-Fatat
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+
Sultan al-Atrash and Burnley are gathered around a table, a weathered map of Damascus and its surrounding environs spread across its surface. A fistful of opals have been scattered across the south-eastern boundaries of Damascus, whilst two sapphires have been placed to the north of Damascus and another solitary sapphire rests at the centre of the oldest capital in the world. Sultan al-Atrash's fists are curled tightly at the map's corners, whilst al-Fatat reclines against a tentpole, his brow furrowed.
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Sultan al-Atrash: Another report of French troops massing north of Damascus. And here, look, a missive from scouts along the western border of Senegalese and Moroccan soldiers crossing the Lebanese border. That thrice-damned storm will keep the French from our backs for a time, but they will assault us in droves, bringing tanks and aircraft with them. They lick their wounds, biding their time, whilst we bicker about ourselves.
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Adab al-Fatat: Rest assured, Sultan. The Simoom will continue to hound their dogged advance.
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Sultan al-Atrash: And when the storm passes, al-Fatat? What will Al-Kifah do then? Will your fierce displays and desert tricks keep them at bay? I will not throw away lives to fight against an enemy we cannot defeat, regardless if they be Arab, Kurd, Syriac, Druze, Turkmen, or a Bedouin.
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Adab al-Fatat: With the Simoom at our backs, Al-Kifah will stand proud, Sultan—
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Sultan al-Atrash: I do not care what becomes of you and your men, al-Fatat, but I shall not have you casting aside the lives of my men in this senseless pursuit of paradise!
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Adab al-Fatat bows stiffly and exits through the tent's curtain. As he leaves, Burnley can be seen slipping something into his travelling cloak.
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Sultan al-Atrash: His book of prophecies is naught but lies. Where is his city of golden sands? Where now are the spirits of his ancestors, thirsting for the vengeance in spilling foreign blood? I saw the killing fields beyond Damascus with my own two eyes, and know that no desert fighters could have wrecked such carnage. Even I was fooled by his first prophecy; the son of a minor noble, destined to unite the tribes beneath a golden banner. Have I not raised such banners as we marched? We have all done everything we could to fulfil the prophecies, but it is done. Abandon the book and return to the truths of Allah, my old friend.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: Then what do you plan, Pasha?
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Sultan al-Atrash turns towards Burnley, evidently having forgotten the man was even there until he spoke.
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Sultan al-Atrash: I've half a mind to continue the revolution from the Transjordan. Would my men not be safe under the protection of your own benefactors, Burnley? Thousands of professional French soldiers will arrive from Morocco and Senegal in the coming weeks, pouring across the Lebanese borders upon armoured trains. The French captain of Damascus will continue to wage his war against unarmed civilians, and I have neither the men nor the equipment to prevent either from happening.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: And what of al-Fatat and Al-Kifah?
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Sultan al-Atrash: What of them? If Al-Kifah are so determined to continue in their ancient struggle here, then they are welcome to, but they will die outside of these walls as so many others have before them. More than seven-hundred years ago, the French once attempted to take this city for themselves, but their assault was almost single-handedly rebuffed by the civilians of Damascus led by a charismatic Islamic preacher. Yet, seven-hundred years ago, they did not have tanks and aircraft with which to terrorise those same civilians with. Blind faith alone will not topple an Empire.
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Sultan al-Atrash pauses, his frantic gestures having scattered the opals from the table, and they now rest half-buried in the floor of desert sand. He leans down, picking each one up and pocketing them as he speaks.
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Sultan al-Atrash: I would welcome you to join our men in the Emirate, Burnley. I believe it would be most helpful to our cause if you would voice your own support to the British.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: I shall consider your offer, Pasha.
Adab al-Fatat admires the hewn crystal which he discovered within his travelling coat, placing it atop the spread pages of SCP-7879. He is sat atop a dune, studying the Simoom as it continues to grow and rage across the desert skies, a cyclonic maelstrom of dust and sand. The sand beside him is disturbed from beneath, a skeletal hand groping up through the dune and grasping at the surrounding sand as Eh'ret Behn manifests upon the surface.
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Adab al-Fatat: And where have you been these past few days, ancestor?
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Eh'ret Behn: Wandering. I recalled a village which once nestled along the eastern banks of the river which neighbours your city. It has since been consumed by time; all that remains in its passing is dust, sand, and potsherds.
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Adab al-Fatat: The desert remembers all the same, ancestor. It swallows us up and spits us back out. The descendents of that village might now shelter behind the walls of Damascus.
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Eh'ret Behn: Perhaps.
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The pair remain quiet; the only audible sound coming from the ancient desert storm coursing through the night sky.
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Adab al-Fatat: The Sultan plans to abandon Al-Kifah in our struggle against the enemy and I fear that the Simoom will not suffice, ancestor. The holy text speaks of traitors and false prophecies, warnings to the reader. What if I have misread the prophecies? What if—
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Eh'ret Behn: Then your struggle will continue regardless. It is as you said; the desert remembers. In all my years, I have only twice witnessed the myriad tribes of these lands united beneath a single banner. Others will take up your struggle and your nation will never again be the same. The Simoom has turned the tides, ghazi.
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Adab al-Fatat: Even so, I begin to doubt the prophecy's words. True enough, our struggle may continue, but without an end in sight, and none of my warriors will live to see Syria freed from the grasp of warring empires from across the seas.
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Eh'ret Behn pauses, turning his head with a creak to regard al-Fatat.
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Eh'ret Behn: You speak of endless struggles, yet know nothing of mine, ghazi. Long before your kind and their errant siblings stumbled blinking into the sunlight, my people already lived. Our rituals were those of fire, song, and dance. As our campfires roared with dancing flames, so too did our people. We were a happy and contented people, singing our songs and dancing to the rhythms of the earth. But in time, another people emerged, and everything we cherished was lost to us. Our ancestral hunting grounds defiled; our herds slaughtered. Our campfires extinguished by those who hated light, flame, and everything it represented. Our ancestral gods entombed in wooden shackles. Together, my people were driven further and further south, fleeing from those who despised us for the sins of walking the earth before them.
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Eh'ret Behn turns his hollow eyes upon al-Fatat.
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Eh'ret Behn: Eventually, we had nowhere else to run, our backs to the sea atop a sheer monolith composed from the shells of long-dead sealife. And so, we carried out one final, glorious feast. One final dance together, a celebration of life and its beauty, before hurling ourselves upon the fires; men, women, and children alike. Our spirits burned within those flames, dancing upon the winds, whilst our bodies burned. We became what you witness before you; husks of a former self, destined to strive ever onward until we crumble into nothing but dust and grains of sand. Our souls became one with the winds, our bodies enslaved to follow in their wake, and we eventually crossed the southern seas to new lands. For thousands of years, we wished vengeance upon an enemy who had forsaken our opportunity to live, to sing to the earth's song, to dance upon its skin, and feel the warmth of fire upon our skin. They had stolen our freedom and we were desperate to see it returned to us— just as you are, ghazi.
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He pauses, crouching down and staring up at the Simoom once again, his voice bearing a weary, tired tone.
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Eh'ret Behn: In time, we finally received the chance to enact revenge upon our enemy and so the members of my tribe marched east, unheeding the cautions offered by the rest of our people. We crossed the eastern seas and arrived in these lands which surround us. Ten-thousand years ago, there was no desert; only endless stretches of verdant grasslands, cut through by slashes of crisp, clean water. It was as if we had never left our original homeland beyond the sea. However, as our desperate struggle came to a close within these lands, our spirits had become bound to the desert winds and we found ourselves unable to leave. The devastation which we and countless others had visited upon this place was so monumental, sunken so deep within the bones of the earth, that it was reduced to the barren wasteland before your eyes.
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Eh'ret Behn now stands tall, his shadow cast in moonlight across the desert sands.
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Eh'ret Behn: My people are neither jinn nor spiritual guardians, but the Eh'real, and we are cursed to wander these wastes until our bones wear away, becoming one with the desert winds, and even then we shall remain.
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+
Crystallum Obscura Transcript
+Date: 2nd November, 1925
+Participants: Adab al-Fatat, Eh'ret Behn, Burnley
+Foreword: After the departure of Sultan al-Atrash and his forces, Al-Kifah remained behind to wage an insurrection within the city, believing that SCP-7879 held the key to securing their futures. During one such skirmish with French forces, al-Fatat was shot and his wound festered, resulting in him being confined to his bedchambers.
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Adab al-Fatat is laid in a bedroll, his hand pressed firmly beneath his breast, black stains seeping between his fingers. SCP-7879 lies at the foot of his bed, the pages spread wide to an image of a lonely black figure raising a rusted, chipped sword above their head, red eyes blazing as white hair cascades down the figure's shoulders. Eh'ret Behn lifts the tent’s flap, the desert winds raging outside as he enters.
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Adab al-Fatat: Since we first met, American, your eyes have been fastened upon the holy text of the Bedouin―
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Adab al-Fatat coughs, his expression contorting with pain. He staggers to his feet, his travelling cloak stained with dry, sickly blood, as he approaches Eh'ret Behn.
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Eh’ret Behn: It is I, ghazi. Your men continue to fight within the city, ghazi. [pauses] You are wounded?
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Adab al-Fatat sinks to his knees, his fingers digging beneath his blood-crusted cloak.
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Adab al-Fatat: Wounded? No. I am dying, ancestor, and I fear I might never reach that paradise.
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Eh’ret Behn says nothing, but looks down at al-Fatat as he stumbles forwards. Behn catches the man between his arms, kneeling down in the desert sand.
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Adab al-Fatat: Generations of men and women before me have lived and died for this moment. They too awaited the signs of prophecy enshrined within the text; a desperate struggle against a foreign enemy, a man born of some small nobility uniting an entire nation beneath his banner, the return of the jinn who first presented this holy work into our ancestor’s hands, a divested people sailing across the seas. Oh, but I realised it all too late, American. I realised it all too late―
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Eh’ret Behn:Ghazi, is it not enough to know that you lived? To have struggled against an enemy beyond your powers, fought with blood and tears, and inspired a great many people to your side. I have seen how your fearless warriors stare down their enemy in the defence of the elderly, the sick, the women, and the children.
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Adab al-Fatat: I have lived the life of a rogue and a murderer―
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Eh’ret Behn: And the life of a hero and a warrior. We are not undone by our final moments, but the legacy of the life we led. The desert will remember and honour you, El'ghazi, and I am honoured to have fought beside you.
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The shadow of a smile crosses al-Fatat’s lips.
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Adab al-Fatat: 'On this day, the Simoom rises and the sea of sands will not weep for you.' See how the moon and stars rise, and I am so very tired―
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Adab al-Fatat collapses, his fingers reaching for his crescent moon brooch and smearing its golden surface red.
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Eh’ret Behn remains silent, before gently closing al-Fatat’s eyes and raising his travelling cloak over his head. He reaches to his left, withdrawing his sword from his scabbard, and resting it atop his corpse.
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Eh’ret Behn: Be at peace, El’ghazi, for your struggle has finally come to a close. You were as fierce and true as any Eh'real warrior.
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Eh’ret Behn crouches beside al-Fatat’s body, watching over as his corpse sinks beneath the desert sand. Fifteen minutes later, Burnley enters the tent, his clothes scored by sand and his face betraying his state of exhaustion.
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Lyle Alan Burnley:Jinn, where is al-Fatat?
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Eh’ret Behn:El'ghazi is gone; his body and blood returned to the desert. Whilst his men continue their desperate struggle within the city, they are few, and a great slaughter will soon befall this city. Whether you stand your ground or flee, you will die here for the desert is not kind to strangers, and so you must prepare to depart with me.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: Why me?
+
Eh'ret Behn raises his head stiffly, his neck creaking as he looks up at Burnley.
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Eh’ret Behn: Because you are surrounded by men, hungry to enact their vengeance against those who killed their kin. Because, heresiographer, it is just you and I who remain standing. Follow me, or perish in this wasteland alongside the rest, there is no other choice.
The crystal's fogged interior reveals an image of snowcapped mountaintops overlooking a desert storm rising above a serene blue sea. Burnley is crouched on the mountainside plateau, SCP-7879 remaining open between his fingers. The manuscript illustrates a near identical scene to the one before the pair, but the desert storm is seen crossing onto land. Eh'ret Behn stares longingly at the storm, watching from atop Qurnat as Sawda' as the Simoom crosses the Mediterranean Sea.
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Eh'ret Behn: For countless millennia, the book between your hands has brought naught but bloodshed, murder, and false promises to the people of these lands, and so I must ask― what are your designs for it?
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Lyle Alan Burnley: I― my employers wish to see it returned to their care, even if its occult qualities have now been divested from it.
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Eh'ret Behn: I do not plan to contest your designs, but I must ask that its words are one day shared with the people of these lands. To honour the struggle of El'ghazi and his people.
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Burnley nods, his hands clutched tight around SCP-7879's horsehide cover. The pair remain silent for ten minutes. Burnley is the first to speak.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: If I might ask, Behn, what do you think of when you see this new world?
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Eh'ret Behn remains silent for a moment, before turning his head towards Burnley and speaking.
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Eh'ret Behn: I think of its injustices.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: And what of your fellow spirits, did they ever ponder on the great injustices you laid witness to during your millennia of fighting?
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Eh'ret Behn: No. The few that could still think at all— they thought of home.
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Lyle Alan Burnley: Why was that?
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Eh'ret Behn: Because that was their injustice, heresiographer.
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Burnley closes SCP-7879 and silently observes Eh'ret Behn descending the mountain, his footprints buried beneath the sand in his wake by the passing winds of the Syrian Desert.
Filename: Simoom.png
+Name: File:Sandstorm approaching the sphinx at Gîza at sunset, Egypt. C Wellcome V0049386.jpg
+Author: Wellcome Library
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-788 is contained at Site ██ in a high-temperature ceramic lined chamber 25 m in diameter, filled with molten lead kept at a temperature of 900 degrees Centigrade. If SCP-788 becomes active or attempts to break containment, its containment chamber is to be cooled until SCP-788 ceases movement. SCP-788 is to be fed 500g pellets of iron and magnesium on a daily basis.
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Description: SCP-788 is a creature resembling an African carp (Labeo coubie), approximately 3.2 m in length and composed entirely of ultramafic magma with a 'skin' of cracked picritic basalt. It is currently estimated to have a core temperature of approximately 1475 degrees Centigrade, though its skin temperature is typically much lower. Samples obtained from SCP-788 have shown no differentiation or internal structure.
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SCP-788 has been observed with simple behavior identical to that of a typical water-dwelling fish. It does not exhibit unusual strength for a creature of its size, though its sheer size and mass can result in damage to its containment cell if it becomes agitated. SCP-788 consumes several types of ore and minerals, with a preference for iron and magnesium, though it has not been observed excreting any material. Since its containment, SCP-788 has grown approximately 22 cm in length.
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SCP-788 was discovered following the 19██ eruption of [REDACTED]. It is currently theorized that multiple instances of SCP-788 may exist in the mantle layer of the earth, and the eruption of [REDACTED] may have brought SCP-788 to the surface. Contingencies are currently in place if another instance of SCP-788 is discovered by Foundation or civilian assets.
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Addendum 788-01: Incident 788-01
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On █/██/██, SCP-788 became slow and apathetic for a period of approximately twenty four (24) days, during which its abdomen swelled considerably. At the end of this period, SCP-788 produced over ███ spherical objects, presumably eggs, with an average diameter of approximately 3 cm. Analysis shows that these are composed of the same type of magma as SCP-788, and all specimens have been separated into another containment cell and placed under observation.
Stellar Cartography Protocols: To be applied to RA ██h ██m ██s, Dec. -██° ██′ ██″, in accordance with the █████ system. No additional containment protocols are necessary for SCP-8048. SCP-8048 is currently in the Hypatian Index under ticket HI-522. Containment will be terminated no sooner than 2061, and its compliance with modern astronomy will be re-evaluated each decade.
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Description: SCP-8048 is the fourth exoplanet from the star MSS-████, designated █████ upon its discovery by the Mercurial Star Survey in 2007.
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Remote sensing of SCP-8048 before Foundation involvement revealed that the planet is mostly composed of oxygen, carbon, nitrogen and calcium, and has a dense atmosphere with high humidity. This, combined with its optimal distance from its sun, drew brief interest from the scientific community. However, its distance and atmosphere made further investigation difficult by mundane practices.
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Pursuing Foundation interests in exobiology, stellar probe IX-809 approached and took images of SCP-8048's surface in 2011. Upon reception of these images, the planet was designated SCP-8048 and was immediately given a ticket in the Hypatian Index.
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Entrances to a connected cave system, explored by eXR-8048.
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SCP-8048 is entirely covered in organic materials of a similar composition to human skin, and has a pattern of topological features greatly reminiscent of human features, including extremities, calcium structures resembling exposed bones, and facial features. Water features along SCP-8048's surface include large quantities of iron, lending them a red coloration.
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A follow-up investigation by Foundation rover eXR-8048 revealed further resemblance between SCP-8048's geologic features and human anatomy. eXR 8048 mapped several cave systems accessible from SCP-8048's surface with striking, though imperfect, correlation to internal human anatomical structures. Cave interiors were notably wet, their surfaces soft and porous, and their chambers alternated between smaller passages and larger chambers, some with pools of water mixed with hydrochloric acid.
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Of note, samples of SCP-8048's crust composition collected by eXR-8048 did not reveal cellular structures or human DNA, nor any other DNA or microbiological structures. The termination of SCP-8048's containment is largely reliant on the Foundation's ability to justify SCP-8048's structure as a naturally occurring phenomenon.
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Addendum: An unidentified object, designated AAO-m324, caught Foundation attention when it was discovered to be travelling faster than light and was thus likely a spacecraft. Its priority was heightened once its calculated trajectory put it in Sol's orbit within four years.
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AAO-m324 was intercepted by Foundation exodrone Wan Hu on 2/28/2023, prepared for a hostile encounter. However, although AAO-m324 was quickly identified as a small shuttle, proximity provoked no measurable reaction. Wan Hu attached onto AAO-m324 and released its interior unit to penetrate and investigate.
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AAO-m324 was composed of a material made largely of calcium, unique for recorded alien spacecraft. Patterning on AAO-m324's exterior superficially resembled human eyes, repeatedly painted in a line along its meridian.
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Penetration into AAO-m324 broke a pressurized system, destroying and agitating much of the interior, which consisted of a single chamber. After some scrutiny and communication with Command, Wan Hu retrieved the recently deceased remains of the two inhabitants, and redirected the object into the orbit of a nearby star.
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Removed organ present in both alien cadavers.
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The remains are of roughly insectoid or arachnoid proportions, bearing six limbs and two distinct body segments. The bodies are 142 and 150 cm long, and are largely identical.
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The bodies' exteriors bear striking resemblance to earth's soil, including thin and fibrous protrusions superficially resembling grass and denser, more matted green material resembling moss. Beneath a porous brown exterior, the bodies have a hard gray exoskeleton similar in composition to earth's sediment. Inside, the bodies are full of a clear liquid with a similar viscosity to water, and have multi-colored geometric organs resembling human buildings.
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Of note, samples of these remains collected by Foundation scientists did reveal cellular structures, an analogue to DNA, and organelles. Calculation of AAO-m324's travel, assuming no major deviations, as well as assessment of AAO-m324's contents, suggests SCP-8048 as a likely origin.
Special Containment Procedures: Regarding Incident 8060-ALC, suppressing knowledge of SCP-8060 is considered a higher priority than testing, which is hereby postponed until further notice.
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The cover story of SCP-8060 being an online hoax is to be spread throughout public consciousness. Discussion related to SCP-8060 must be closely monitored and halted in the case of any communication of its discovery.
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In the event that SCP-8060's anomaly is exacerbated to the point that any significant knowledge of the television show Societown is enough to trigger its anomalous properties, Site-433 is to initiate a widescale operation consisting of the complete destruction of any and all records of Societown. This includes merchandise, fan-produced works, online discussions, and human memories. Said operation is considerably resource extensive, and must only be performed as a last resort.
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Any recovered SCP-8060-affected individuals are to be examined for physical or mental anomalies, to determine if they are fit to be amnesticized and released. If the individual affected is unfit to be released, they are to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell for the purposes of examination and experimentation.
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Personnel are advised to distance themselves from discussion of the anomaly if they find themselves discovering any new or unusual information on SCP-8060's whereabouts.
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Description: SCP-8060 is the unreleased series finale of Societown, an educational animated children's show produced by GoI-411 ("Sputnik Studios")1, and the anomalous phenomenon surrounding said finale.
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A summary of the premise of Societown can be read below.
It's tough learning lessons the hard way, especially when you're a kid. It can often be a bit frightening! Sometimes, it makes it difficult to want to try at all. Grady Mitchell knew this feeling all too well… he just never knew the right things to say!
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At least, that was until one special day when he and his friends discovered a lovely bridge within the outskirts of their humble home. Across that bridge, Societown awaits! A magical realm full of many wonderful and patient creatures, ready to share their boundless knowledge to those in need of some advice.
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Join Grady, Susie, and Richelle as they discover that learning to do the right thing doesn't have to be scary. Just remember to say please!
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Societown was first aired on the Sputstation3 "Little Cadets" block from 2001 to 2010, and reruns remain in syndication. Home media for Societown is still popular with parents of neuroatypical4 children, and it remains one of Sputnik Studios' most popular and successful shows to date.
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Episodes of Societown were each 24 minutes long, and typically contained two individual 12-minute stories. In most plotlines, the characters Grady, Susie and Richelle would encounter a resident of Societown (a "Societ") and help them to resolve a problem by utilizing a specific social skill.
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SCP-8060's episode title is known as "Acceptance & Saying Goodbye".5 According to a promotional summary, it involved the protagonists of Societown having to move from their hometown, forcing the three characters to come to terms with leaving the titular magical town behind. Specific details beyond this are scarce, but it is believed that SCP-8060 was being developed with the goal to bring the series to a close, to teach viewers how to cope with loss or change, and to reflect on the events and lessons taught throughout the series.
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SCP-8060's anomalous properties are activated when a human subject actively seeks out previously unrecovered information regarding it. Unrecovered information includes, but is not limited to:
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Detailed transcript of the events of SCP-8060;
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Storyboard and production materials relating to SCP-8060;
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Commercial teasers of SCP-8060;
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The production timeline of SCP-8060;
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The whereabouts of Horris Curmen and Della Mornt.
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When a subject intentionally searches for undisclosed information regarding SCP-8060, they are always capable of discovering a plausible way of recovering the desired information. The medium varies depending on the methods used to search, with digital formats being the most commonly discovered during the early stages.
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Attempting to follow up on any of this information is often difficult, to the extent that it may confuse some individuals or discourage them from continuing to engage with the anomaly, as it typically directs them to unintuitive and unconventional sources.
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An example of a physical object manifested by SCP-8060, photographed by parawatch.net user "aha".6
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Subjects continuing to research past this point will have physical items relating to the undisclosed information manifest in areas the subject frequents, situated in places the subject would be highly likely to discover them in. The information portrayed within these items is usually cryptic and personally intriguing to the subject.
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Those researching SCP-8060 at this stage will experience brief dissociative episodes, followed by intense audiovisual hallucinations. These hallucinations typically involve characters from Societown giving the subject advice relating to their search, but have also included unrelated and bizarre occurrences.7 Although those experiencing these hallucinations are often aware of their abnormal nature, many have expressed an intensified feeling of curiosity upon witnessing them. It is unknown if this is the result of an anomalous influence.
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By combining elements from information they have gathered8 up to this point, the subject is able to acquire the location of an abandoned and typically isolated building near them in the form of coordinates. Subjects will invariably believe that these coordinates lead to the missing information they were seeking. The dissociative and hallucinatory episodes will not dissipate until the subject follows through the rest of the SCP-8060 discovery process.
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If the subject reaches the coordinates by any means, the abandoned building's entryways will lead to an extradimensional space hereby referred to as SCP-8060-A, only accessible to the affected subject. The building affected by SCP-8060 is not anomalous under other conditions. After an indeterminable amount of time, subjects will return from SCP-8060-A through the same passage they entered through. 25% of subjects who have entered SCP-8060-A have not returned.
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iPhone capture within SCP-8060-A.
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SCP-8060-A consists of an expansive and substantially altered reality of unknown makeup resembling the titular town from Societown, populated by a large number of Alucinari-class entities9 that vary wildly in appearance, collectively referred to as SCP-8060-B. Some SCP-8060-B entities have been reported to resemble characters from Societown, although most others recorded differ unpredictably in appearance and behavior. Further information regarding SCP-8060-B instances is difficult to conclude.10
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Events and processes transpiring within SCP-8060-A are poorly understood, as almost all data is in the form of personal accounts from subjects who have returned. Records from within SCP-8060-A are distorted and manipulated by unknown means and to an unknown extent, although not to the point of unintelligibility.
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Subjects having exited SCP-8060-A are typically left with lasting psychological and biological alterations, which can vary in severity and visibility. This has been noted to cause difficulty for some subjects to properly communicate the information they learned or gathered while within SCP-8060-A. The log below contains a few examples of alterations, aligned from least to most severe.
D-1711 was recovered with two metallic growths upon his head, resembling television antenna. An X-ray scan concluded that the antenna were protruding through the skull. Aside from annoyance that the antenna "didn't work here", D-1711 was otherwise psychologically stable. D-1711 described his experience within SCP-8060-A as "riveting".
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I asked D-1711 to elaborate on what he meant by the antenna not working. All he said to me was that he was "not about to explain how antennas work to a bunch of scientists". Smartass.
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D-6921 exited SCP-8060-A gagging and nearly suffocating, and regurgitated a grossly distended and discolored eyeball that burst on the ground into bright green, rapidly sublimating fluid. Afterwards, D-6921 gave a thumbs up gesture. Ultrasound imaging revealed several foreign objects11 embedded in the subject's internal organs, as well as heavily saturated viscera. D-6921 also expresses an acute fear of "magic", which intensifies when presented with fantasy iconography.
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I passed by his chamber yesterday, and I could hear him muttering some sick shit under his breath. Not sure I'm comfortable repeating it here. I'm fairly baffled, considering this anomaly is entwined with a children's show.
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D-1121 appeared physically and psychologically unchanged12 after exiting SCP-8060-A. However, it became evident afterward that her appearance was gradually changing at a rate that, while imperceptible, was still much faster than human biology would permit. This process seems to be significantly accelerated when D-1121 is not visually observed. D-1121 typically maintains a general resemblance to her initial appearance prior to entering SCP-8060-A. However, on some rare occasions, she spontaneously gains or entirely loses facial features or extremities, or develops severely distorted proportions. These incidents do not last more than several milliseconds before reverting to a conventional body structure.
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We have an image of her with her eyes misaligned, an image of her holding up seven fingers, we even have one where she looks like a smear on the camera. And yet, when we show her, she recognizes herself every time. We're not sure if she's in denial or if something's up with her head. I figure the latter.
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D-1202 exited SCP-8060-A with no physical differences, aside from small specks of acrylic paint on her jumpsuit. However, D-1202 began to display uncharacteristically considerate and sociable behavior. It should be noted that D-1202 was found guilty of [DATA EXPUNGED] before being taken into Foundation custody, and was incredibly reclusive and hostile to Foundation staff before this change in behavior. When asked, D-1202 claimed to have "learned a valuable lesson". Said "lesson" is different every time D-1202 is asked to elaborate.
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Knowing what she's done, I don't think she deserves a second chance. That being said, she was one of the few that was able to actually give us some new information regarding SCP-8060. Apparently, they managed to get Gilbert Gottfried as a guest star. We still don't know for what character though. Fantastic.
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D-8321 returned from SCP-8060-A demonstrating intense projected synesthesia and visual agnosia, rendering her incapable of distinguishing different objects or even different types of environmental stimulus. D-8321 no longer responds to human speech or writing, and is usually unaware of the presence of other human beings. The subject frequently appears confused about their surroundings, even after several weeks, but almost never alarmed or upset.
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The lady was very conversated with a candle. Fresh linen scented. It's the reason why we were even able to get any information out of her. She called that candle "Caulfield". Couldn't help but be reminded of that Cast Away flick from the 2000s, the way she was so invested in her discussion.
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D-321 is unresponsive, being host to an Alucinari-class entity referring to itself as "Fuzznuzz". Fuzznuzz currently manifests as a pair of plastic googly eyes stuck upon D-321's eye sockets, along with a diffuse mass of colorful pipe cleaners entangled around and constricting the subjects brain. It is unclear how D-321's brain has not yet hemorrhaged from the pressure inflicted by the pipe cleaners. Fuzznuzz is manic and unstable, throwing tantrums when not granted access to art supplies. SCP classification is pending.
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Don't accept any gifts from that thing.
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Most subjects vocally reflect on their experience within SCP-8060-A positively, even if evidence suggests otherwise. Common descriptors of what transpires within SCP-8060-A involve an "adventure" or "quest" for the information the subject entered in search of. Further elaboration eventually devolves into nonsensical rambling.
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When a subject returns from SCP-8060-A and is capable of reporting newly-discovered information relating to SCP-8060, that information is no longer subject to SCP-8060's anomalous effects, and will not cause any anomalous incidents if directly or indirectly conveyed to other individuals. A full list of recovered information regarding SCP-8060 may be granted upon request.
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Robert Louis Arnold.
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Discovery: SCP-8060 was first brought to the attention of the Foundation through the activity of Robert Louis Arnold13, who was reported missing by his family on April 19th, 2021. Arnold had run a moderately successful online video channel centered on reviewing and discussing children's animation, and released a video titled "The Societown Finale Is Not Gone" three days before his disappearance.
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This video was superficially notable for being posted outside of Arnold's typical schedule, being several times longer than Arnold's other published videos, and for its unusual style: Arnold was erratic and appeared to be in poor health, and the video seemed to be both unscripted and unedited.
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In the video, Arnold presents evidence for the current existence of complete copies of "Acceptance & Saying Goodbye", and explains his process of collecting that evidence. Researcher Rowan Raster, of Site-433, was unable to reproduce Arnold's steps, as many of his sources of information did not appear to exist, but during the investigation he inadvertently activated the anomalous properties of SCP-8060. Upon discovering this, Raster disengaged14 and documented the anomalous characteristics.
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To date, 19 disappearances have been conclusively linked to SCP-8060, with the majority of cases being individuals involved in "lost media" communities. Two members of production staff at Sputnik Studios, Horris Curmen15 and Della Mornt16, have been missing since the production of Societown was completed. All other members of production staff associated with Societown are accounted for, and demonstrate no anomalous properties or symptoms. It is currently unknown why the disappearances of Curmen and Mornt were never formally reported.
YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS THE MEDICAL RECORDS OF THE SAINT ERASMUS FREE CLINIC AND TRAUMA CENTER. ACCESS BY UNAUTHORIZED INDIVIDUALS IS PROHIBITED UNDER FEDERAL LAW.
To: ANTHONY JONES | (ten.171etis.pcs|senoja#ten.171etis.pcs|senoja)
+From: JANICE SELLERS | (ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj#ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj)
+Subject: No Luck
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It’s not looking good. We’ve got all mobile units on the lookout for Kepler and Guerra, but without any leads they could be halfway to Cleveland by now and we’d have no way of knowing. And even if we catch up to them, for all we know SCP-8075 could already be gone for good.
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I’m still scanning the containment logs but so far no luck, and as long as I’m stuck in the infirmary I can’t exactly head out and look for samples. If there’s anything we can work with, it's going to be from the clinic.
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If it comes down to any kind of hearing, I’ve got your back with Director Davis. We’ll be in deep shit over tonight no matter what, but if we can at least pin these guys down we might be able to buy back some goodwill with her. Whatever you find, don’t keep it to yourself. Losing the sample is on me as much as it’s on you.
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I've attached that last transmission you were asking for. Not much to go off of, but maybe you can do more with it.
Special Containment Procedures:Notice: Following the loss of the only extant sample of SCP-8075 on 24 December 2023, containment procedures have been suspended, as standard recovery protocols remain in effect. To ensure preservation of the sample in the event that it is recaptured, a standard humidified microbial containment chamber is to remain readied in the Site-171 fungarium.
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Until SCP-8075 has been returned into Foundation custody, apprehension of former agents Mario Kepler and José Guerra is to remain the top priority of the Site-171 Transport and Recovery Team.
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ATTACHMENT 2:8075-171-aa-blackbox.scp
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The below audio log has been transcribed from the final black box recording of Foundation Transport Vehicle 171-AA. Identified below are the voices of former Foundation agents Mario Kepler and José Guerra. Owing to the condition of Transport Vehicle 171-AA at the time of its recovery, physical details have not yet been corroborated.
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22:32, 24-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Guerra: You've got to put pressure on it!
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Kepler: I am putting pressure! It's not working!
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Guerra: Well, stuff it with gauze.
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Kepler: It’s not enough, there is no more gauze!
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Guerra: Fuck!
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Kepler: This is it, isn't it?
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Guerra: Lay back. We're not done yet.
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Kepler: Just drive. Whatever happens, happens.
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Guerra: Did Jones tail us?
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Kepler: Maybe for a block. Not like he's catching up on foot.
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Guerra: What about Sellers?
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Kepler: I shot her.
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Guerra: You shot her?
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Kepler: She wouldn't give me the keys.
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Guerra: Is she dead?
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Kepler: I don't know. She's shot. You want to go back and take her pulse?
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Guerra: How are the samples doing?
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Kepler: Pretty fucked, that's how they're doing. Jones blew the container open as soon as we hit the van. If they make it another hour it'll be a miracle.
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Guerra: Well then I'm not losing you too.
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Kepler: …you're going the wrong way. The warehouse is off Kennedy.
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Guerra: We can get there later. We're going to the clinic.
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Kepler: Not Childs! You think I'd let her cut me open?
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Guerra: You can at least let her sew you shut.
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Kepler: Please, anyone but her…
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Guerra: It's not like we can just roll on up to the ER! You think they've seen anything like this before? Besides, we'd be sitting ducks for the Foundation as soon as they got your name.
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Kepler: Then don't give them my name.
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Guerra: And what are you going to tell them? How are you going to explain this? We're going to Childs. She won't ask questions.
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Kepler: She's a butcher.
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Guerra: She's a doctor!
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Kepler: I've heard about the way she doctors people. If she's our only option, I'll take my chances on the other side.
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Guerra: If you want to die, do it on your own time. I'm not living with that on my hands.
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Kepler: You take me to that clinic, and I won't forgive you for as long as I live.
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Guerra: Then you can thank me when you're dead.
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YOU ARE STILL ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS THE MEDICAL RECORDS OF THE SAINT ERASMUS FREE CLINIC AND TRAUMA CENTER. ACCESS BY UNAUTHORIZED INDIVIDUALS IS STILL PROHIBITED UNDER FEDERAL LAW.
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File #10572: OPENED
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You are now viewing the official records of Patient #10572: Mario Kepler.
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If you are not authorized to view this document, it's not too late to turn back.1
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Saint Erasmus Free Clinic and Trauma Center
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Patient Record
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Date of Admission: 24 December 2023 22:45
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Patient Name: Mario Kepler
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Patient Age: 32 years
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Patient Height: 6 feet, 1 inches
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Patient Weight: 176 lbs
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Patient Race: Human
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Vital Signs: Yes
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Complaint: Yes
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Purpose of Visit: Patient complains of severe pain, difficulty walking and intermittent blood loss following a gunshot wound to upper right quadriceps femoris. Also present in left arm and shoulder region is an infestation of moderate to severe fungus.
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Prescription: Non-standard interventions will be provided as necessary.2
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The following log is transcribed from security footage of the Saint Erasmus Free Clinic and Trauma Center main lobby.3
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22:45, 24-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Patient Mario Kepler and emergency contact José Guerra enter the main lobby through the door labeled “Emergency Exit”, which is propped open by a cinder block, next to the non-functioning automatic sliding door. Kepler wears a black plastic garbage bag taped over his left arm, and leans on Guerra on his right side for support. A trickle of blood runs down his right leg.
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Kepler: I don't like the look of this place.
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Guerra: No one likes hospitals. That's not what they're for.
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An elderly man in a paper gown and bathrobe stumbles past Kepler and Guerra, stepping out into the snow.
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Kepler: I don't want to die here.
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Guerra: I don't want you to die either. That's why we need to do this.
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Kepler: If I die, I die. I don't want to die here.
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Guerra: Well I'll be damned if I let you bleed out in the car.
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Kepler and Guerra walk through the crowded waiting room and approach intake clerk Pamela Persaud, who sits behind a reinforced glass window. Kepler pauses and looks up at the faded sign above her that reads “NO MALINGERING”.
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Persaud: Can I help you?
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Guerra: Dr. Childs. We need to see her. Now.
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Persaud: You can have a seat, fill this out, and we’ll have someone take a look at you as soon as we can.
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Persaud hands Guerra a clipboard through a slot at the bottom of the window.
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Guerra: Not someone. Dr. Childs. Now.
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Persaud: Dr. Childs is very busy. I can't guarantee you'll see her specifically, and even if I could, you would have to wait longer. Now you can have a seat and bring the forms back up when you're done.
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Kepler begins to turn away.
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Kepler: Let's go.
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Guerra: We’re not going.
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Kepler: Every bone in my body is telling me to run, even the one with a bullet in it.
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Guerra: Childs was head of trauma at Site-8002. There's not another doctor in this city you can say that about. It's her or nothing.
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Kepler: If she was any good don't you think she’d still be there? No one just gets up and leaves the Foundation.
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Guerra looks down at himself then back at Kepler.
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Kepler: You really want to do this? You're so goddamn sure this is the right move?
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Guerra: I'm not going anywhere until this is under control.
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Kepler: Fine.
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Kepler removes the garbage bag from his left arm. Covering his arm and hand is a fractal lattice of white, gray and green mold and fungal pods. He pulls his Foundation-issued ID card from his jacket and slams it into the glass window, smearing pus on the glass as he does.
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Kepler: Show Childs this.
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Persaud: Please don't hit the glass.
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Kepler: Just give it to her. She’ll know what it means.
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Kepler slides his ID through the slot in the window. A glob of pus and spores sticks to it as he does. Persaud puts on a pair of gloves, takes the ID, puts it in a paper towel, and retreats to the back of the medical center. She searches the hallways until she finds Dr. Mercy Childs.
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Persaud: There's a man in the waiting room who says he needs to see you right now.
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Childs: Just wait until he finds out what the other dozen people out there are here for. He can't wait?
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Persaud: He says it's an emergency.
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Childs: Isn't it always?
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Persaud: He had this.
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Persaud holds up the ID card.
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Childs: Looks like tonight just got a little longer. How does he look?
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Persaud: Bullet wound to his lower thigh. Self-applied tourniquet on his leg.
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Childs: Give him some gauze. He’ll know what to do with it. Anything less mundane?
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Persaud: He was showing some pretty pronounced signs of…fungus.
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Childs: Of course.
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Childs: How close to his brain?
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Persaud: Left arm.
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Childs: Then as long as the spores haven't reached his bloodstream, we have a few hours.
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Childs: Then we’re going home early. Burn the card.
To: ANTHONY JONES | (ten.171etis.pcs|senoja#ten.171etis.pcs|senoja)
+From: JANICE SELLERS | (ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj#ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj)
+Subject: No Luck
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Did you get into the clinic database? Field crews are setting up choke points on the major roads, but at this point I think it's just to say we did something. We're not about to find SCP-8075 by stopping every car that goes over the George Washington Bridge or through the Holland Tunnel.
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I already put in the requests for any records relating to Childs. Not sure what we're hoping to find but I figure it can't hurt. Keep an eye out, those should be coming soon.
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And if you do end up with a lead, please be a little more cautious this time. For me, at least? These guys only ever got into the positions they did for a reason. Guerra spent enough time at the CDC before coming to us to make friends in Washington, and the last thing we want is to strain our relationships more than we have to. Kepler may not have any friends left at all, but don't assume he’s not dangerous. He may live like a rat, but rats fight when cornered. And they're filthy.
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The following log is transcribed from security footage of the Saint Erasmus Free Clinic and Trauma Center main lobby.4
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23:35, 24-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Guerra fills out paperwork on a clipboard while Kepler applies pressure to his wound. It has stopped bleeding.
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Guerra: You know that smell?
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Kepler: Smell?
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Guerra: That hospital smell. That smell that hits you right when you walk in the front door. I figured out what it is.
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Kepler: Disinfectant.
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Guerra: It's not disinfectant. I thought it was, but it’s not. Disinfectant smells good. Disinfectant smells clean. But that hospital smell is just wrong.
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Guerra: It's shit.
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Kepler: It doesn't smell like shit.
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Guerra: Shit and disinfectant. Not enough for you to smell it for what it is, but enough for you to know it was there. Like when you check into a roadside motel in the wrong part of town. That smell that tries to tell you that something bad just happened here, and someone tried to clean it up. Tried to clean it up, but didn't care enough to do a good job.
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Kepler: You think about this kind of thing a lot?
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Guerra: Not until now. It didn't hit me until now. Because now I can't smell it. The disinfectant part, I mean. The Clorox, the ammonia, the fake lemon smell. None of it.
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Kepler: Yeah. This place just smells like shit.
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Kepler checks his watch.
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Kepler: It was crazy to take this job. Maybe some of this shit already got into my brain. Maybe that's why we’re here.
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Guerra: It's just a job.
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Kepler: We shouldn't have been so quick to trust him. He could be dangerous.
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Guerra: The Foundation is dangerous. Two dozen missions with you and I've never seen you question an order. Don't start growing a conscience now that someone who pays better is signing the check.
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Kepler pokes his arm out of his garbage bag and looks at the fungus growing on it.
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Kepler: Maybe that's what this is. A conscience.
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Guerra takes his clipboard to the reception window. Kepler slouches in his seat, keeping his eyes on the entrance until Guerra returns.
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Kepler: There's no security.
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Guerra: Does it matter? It's not like a rent-a-cop is about to hold back the Foundation.
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Kepler: We could always jump the line. We rush back there, guns out, get this thing taken care of 1-2-3. What can they do, call the cops? The Foundation is already after us, so what difference does the NYPD make?
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Guerra: You can't pull a gun on a doctor.
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Kepler: Who says I can't?
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Guerra: Rules of engagement.
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Kepler: Is the Foundation a party to the Geneva Conventions? Because unless everyone follows the rules, there are no rules.
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Guerra: How about because it's morally wrong?
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Kepler: Is that why we’re here? Is that why we hijacked the truck, grabbed the samples, shot Sellers? Because it was morally right? I didn't realize we were doing this for charity.
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Guerra: Don't do this.
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Kepler: Give me one reason. One real reason why pulling a gun on a doctor is such a big deal.
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Guerra: Because it's bad luck.
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Kepler: Bad luck?
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Guerra: That's what they said at the Academy.
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Guerra: We need to get back to the car soon. Those samples aren't safe in the backseat.
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Kepler: Forget the samples. The minute that case got busted open they were as good as dead.
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Guerra: So that's it? We just go to Charlie empty handed?
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Kepler: You want samples? I'm the sample.
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Guerra: Just hang tight; we’ll get this stuff out of you.
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Kepler: If we can cut out a big enough piece to get to Charlie, sure. If not, just get me to him while I'm still warm. He can take what he wants.
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Guerra: Don't fuck with me like that, man.
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Kepler: I'm the reason we’re sitting here right now. You did all the work you needed. You risked your ass to lug me over here. Two dozen missions together and I haven't fucked one up this bad until now. The one that pays. So yeah, at the end of this you might as well collect your goddamn payday.
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Guerra: I should ditch the car.
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Kepler: We need to get to the warehouse by 3. We'll never make it to Charlie on foot.
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Guerra: It's a Foundation transport vehicle. If they find it a few blocks over, it's not like it'll be a mystery where we are. I should take it down to the pier, leave the parking brake off, let mother nature do the rest.
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Kepler: We have to get back to Charlie.
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Guerra: There's a hundred cars on the street we can grab. Only one is a smoking gun.
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Kepler: Torch it.
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The following log is transcribed from footage of Examination Room 3F.5
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00:40, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Guerra opens the door and a nurse wheels Kepler into the room in a wheelchair. The nurse helps Kepler onto an exam table, on which he sits but does not lay down. A green curtain is drawn across the other half of the room.
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Nurse: You can wait here. The doctor will see you shortly.
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Guerra: How shortly?
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Nurse: Shortly enough.
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The nurse takes the wheelchair and exits the room. Kepler cranes his head to see through the window in the door to the room.
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Kepler: Anyone out there?
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Guerra: No one I’d be worried about.
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Kepler: No other exits. They find us here and we’re done for.
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Guerra: We just need to lay low. We're as safe here as anywhere else.
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Kepler: You're willing to bet your life on that?
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Guerra: There's two things you can count on when you see Childs: she doesn't ask questions, and she doesn't give answers.
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Kepler leans back.
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Guerra: And this is it. The home stretch. We’ll be out in no time.
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Kepler: Don't hold your breath. We could be here all night. That's what these rooms are for: to keep the waiting room empty so it doesn't look like the wait is too long. Classic tactic. Same thing they do at Santaland.
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Guerra: Santaland?
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Kepler stands and begins rummaging through the cabinets above the sink next to the exam table.
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Kepler: Disneyland too.
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Kepler pulls a scalpel from one of the drawers under the sink.
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Kepler: Help me find a tourniquet, will you?
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Guerra: You can't be serious.
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Kepler: If we've got this long a wait, might as well cut this thing out while we have the time.
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Guerra: You cut into that arm and you could contaminate the rest of your body! It’s practically suicide!
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Kepler sets down the scalpel.
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Kepler: I know it's…the waiting. It kills me. If we don't see Childs soon…it's not like Charlie's going to wait forever.
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Guerra: He doesn't need to wait forever. A couple hours and it's over.
To: ANTHONY JONES | (ten.171etis.pcs|senoja#ten.171etis.pcs|senoja)
+From: JANICE SELLERS | (ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj#ten.171etis.pcs|srelesj)
+Subject: Out of time
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I'm hearing whispers on my end that Davis is just about ready to torch the whole unit. I've got the only internal file on Childs I could find below, but I'm not sure it's going to do much good at this point. Turns out she kept as little paperwork on herself as she did on her patients.
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Also got a peek at your body cam footage. Davis has it too, so maybe take a look and don't tell a lie you can't back up.
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ATTACHMENT 1:ajonesbcam12-25.scp
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The below video log has been transcribed from the body camera footage of Agent Augustus Jones.
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01:12, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Agent Jones enters the Saint Erasmus Free Clinic and Trauma Center, followed by two additional armed, masked agents who stand guard at the entrance. Jones follows a trail of blood, which has been smeared across the floor but not fully cleaned, to the reception desk.
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Jones forcefully knocks on the glass, and holds up an image of former Agents Kepler and Guerra on his phone.
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Jones: I'm looking for these men.
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Clerk: Please don't hit the glass.
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Jones: Have you seen them? Are they patients here?
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The clerk sighs and rolls her eyes.
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Clerk: In keeping with federal privacy laws, we can't provide any information about patients, including whether or not they've visited this clinic.
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Jones: Then let me speak with Dr. Childs.
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Clerk: Dr. Childs is very busy. If you're law enforcement, you can come back with a warrant. If you're not, please don't come back; you're scaring our patients.
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One of the masked agents at the entrance moves aside the cinder block that is propping open the door, which slams shut.
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Jones: I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers.
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Clerk: Sir, I need you to lower your voice or I'm going to have to call the police.
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Agent Jones begins to reach for his belt as Dr. Childs emerges from the back of the facility. She brushes the clerk away and leans in towards Agent Jones.
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Childs: Agent Jones! How many years has it been?
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Jones: Dr. Childs.
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Childs: How are the seizures?
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Jones: Infrequent.
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Childs: Well that's good. Sometimes infrequent is the most we can ask for.
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Jones: They say I'll never get back full grip strength on my right side.
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Childs: Isn’t that how it always goes? Getting older, I mean. It's as though every day you do something for the last time, and you don't even know it's the last time until it's done. But I guess we do what we can.
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Jones: Haven't been cleared for special operations since 2019.
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Childs: Then they must be very understaffed these days if they sent you here on such a cold night.
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Agent Jones holds up the image of Kepler and Guerra.
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Jones: I didn't come here to dig up old wounds. God knows I could. But not tonight. I just need Kepler and Guerra.
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Childs: I don't blame you for being angry about how things went last time. I almost get the sense you feel I'm partly responsible.
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Jones: Some might say you're entirely responsible.
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Childs: Is that what they told you? Cryptomycology isn't an exact science, dear; sometimes you just have to trust the odds.
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Jones: Have you seen them?
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Childs: Oh, come now. Even if they had been here, you know I can't give away that information. The doctor-patient relationship is highly privileged.
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Jones: It doesn't give you the right to harbor fugitives.
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Childs: Fugitives? Has the Foundation started issuing arrest warrants? If not, then you can stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine.
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Jones: I could bring in two dozen agents in thirty minutes who would love to tear this place apart room by room until there's nothing left but dust.
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Childs: If the Ethics Committee has started permitting armed raids on civilian medical centers, then I’m thankful I got out when I did.
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Jones: Whether they like it or not, that doesn't mean we won't do it.
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Childs: Well, then I wish you the best of luck with the tribunal. In the meantime, if you want me to call the police so you can explain to them what you're doing in a mask, with a gun, at 1 AM, in a hospital, I'm more than happy to do so. You're welcome to have a seat while you wait.
Minutes from Disciplinary Hearing of Dr. Mercy Childs, Recorded 10-04-2019
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Brenda Salinas, Chief Advisor, Department of Health and Safety
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Dr. Mercy Childs, Head of Surgery, Site-8002 Trauma Center
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Salinas: Thank you for meeting with me so early in the day, Dr. Childs.
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Childs: I'm used to it. My work is demanding enough even when I don't have to deal with an inquest so early in the morning.
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Salinas: This is a hearing, not an inquest. A review of your efforts up to this point at Site-8002, and an evaluation of your continued role within the Foundation.
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Childs: So pretty much an inquest?
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Salinas: The only reason we’ve invited you here to begin with is to allow you to speak on your behalf. Most Foundation staff don't get that privilege. Frankly, it doesn’t matter whose cousin you are; you’re going to be held to the same standards as anyone else in your position would be, whether you choose to cooperate or not. If you prefer not to, we don't have to have this meeting.
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Childs: Forgive me, but I fail to see the need for this meeting.
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Salinas: Your treatment history would be a good place to start. For 2017 alone, only 75% of patients who fell under your care were still living within a year of receiving treatment. If you factor in permanent debilitating injury, even by the loosest standard, that drops to 60% at best. To put it bluntly, once a Foundation employee reaches your trauma unit, it’s practically a coin toss whether they’ll be able to work again.
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Childs: Is that meant to be an indictment of my treatment methods?
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Salinas: It’s just an observation.
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Childs: I do what I can, but if you send me someone whose heart is turning into jelly and who’s growing a second head out of their lungs, it’s not like I can just put them in a splint, give them an aspirin and send them back to work the next day.
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Salinas: If you were to prescribe CLERIC treatment in accordance with standard protocols, those numbers would jump up to over 90%.
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Childs: Does this mean you’re finally ready to share the medical literature on CLERIC treatment with me?
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Salinas: You know that’s above your clearance level.
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Childs: So how do you still expect me to prescribe a treatment with nothing to go on but good faith?
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Salinas: We expect you to value the health and wellbeing of our employees. Just look at some of your recent history. Following the successful completion of OPERATION CANARY you treated a number of members of MTF Zeta-9 who complained of various lingering symptoms. Three months after treatment, only 40 percent of them were still alive and well enough to continue operations.
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Childs: That is a higher than average survival rate for Zeta-9.
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Salinas: Not in terms of medical treatment.
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Childs: We don't know what exactly they were exposed to in those mines. Treatments can't be exact when half a patient’s medical history is redacted.
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Salinas: That information is–
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Childs: –beyond my clearance level; I know.
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Salinas: Last November, following the mass containment breach at Site-17, three members of MTF Tau-7 bled out–
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Childs: And about a dozen more walked away with their lives intact thanks to the quality of care they received.
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Salinas: –in the waiting room. They bled out in the waiting room.
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Childs: I only have two hands. How many requests have I put in for additional staff?
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Salinas: The resources of the Foundation aren’t limitless. Investments can only be made where they’re likely to produce results.
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Childs: And if that requires you to treat healthcare like some sort of trolley problem, you’re going to have a lot of blood in the waiting room.
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Salinas: I would mention the medical records, but I feel like at that point we’d just be wasting time.
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Childs: My patients’ medical records are just fine.
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Salinas: RAISA has yet to receive a complete and properly filed report since you first took the position.
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Childs: Why does RAISA need my patients’ complete medical histories?
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Salinas: Because the operations of the Foundation don’t begin and end with Site-8002. Information contained in those records may be vital elsewhere.
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Childs: Then let my patients provide them elsewhere. If they can’t expect privacy from me, then how can I get the information I need from them to prescribe proper treatment?
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Salinas: Foundation staff don’t have the privilege of keeping secrets.
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Childs: Just the ones that are above my clearance level, right?
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Salinas: Sit down, this isn't finished.
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Childs: It is for me.
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Salinas: You’ve already been given more leeway than anyone else in your position would have. Think about what you’re doing.
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Childs: I know what I’m doing. I have patients to see.
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Salinas: Not if you walk out that door.
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Childs: Don't be ridiculous. There are patients everywhere.
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The following log is transcribed from footage of Examination Room 3F.6
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01:25, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Guerra watches the door, the gun in his hand visible under his jacket, while Kepler rests in a paper gown. Dr. Childs enters and retrieves an electronic tablet from a slot on the wall.
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Childs: Well you're certainly popular today, Agent Kepler. Or is it just Mr. Kepler?
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Kepler: You can call me Homer Simpson if it makes you happy as long as you can get me out of here in one piece.
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Dr. Childs reads Kepler’s vital signs and examines his wounds.
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Childs: Your leg needs to be cleaned out and I can get it stitched up. It won't be anything fancy if you’re on a time crunch, but it should hold until you can get to somewhere more comfortable. You're a lucky man, Mr. Simpson: an inch and a half to the left and you'd have been dead by now.
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Kepler: That's what they always say.
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Childs: Pretty much every point in your body is right next to something you wouldn't want to lose. We live and die by inches: you get lucky, or you get a rock with your name on it. There's no in between.
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Guerra: Much appreciated, but we've got a schedule to keep. What about the arm?
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Childs: We’ll have to get the lab results for your blood samples back to confirm, but based on your time of exposure you should be in the clear for neurological issues as long as we can successfully root out the infection.
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Kepler: What are our chances?
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Childs: It won't be pleasant, but we should be able to get it out and save most of the arm while we’re at it. A series of subcutaneous injections of a sufficiently low-pH solution, followed by a topical application to the epidermis should be enough to kill off the last of the fungus.
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Guerra: Any side effects?
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Childs: Permanent nerve damage and reduced motor control in your right arm. But you’ll live.
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Kepler: I guess we can't expect Foundation-level treatment in a dump like this.
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Childs: The Foundation would cut off your body to save your arm. This may be a dump, but we're not protecting anomalies here; we’re protecting human life. It may be painful, but we’ll do our best to make sure you walk out better than you were when you walked in.
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Kepler: One more thing: we need a sample.
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Childs: Of your infection?
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Kepler: It doesn't have to be big. Just enough of a chunk to survive a few more hours.
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Childs: You want me to take the time to do a full biopsy before treating you? And while I do, will you be taking care of the patient who’s ODing in the next room.
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Guerra: There's someone ODing in the next room?
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Childs: If there isn't now, give it a few minutes and there will be. Time is money, and this is a free clinic.
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Guerra: I'd argue that money is money.
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Kepler: All we need is to be out of here in an hour with a decent sample in our hands and enough organic matter to keep it alive for a few hours.
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Childs: Getting the sample shouldn't be a problem. What you need is an exit strategy. By my count you've got half a dozen agents here for you in the waiting room, and probably a few dozen more surrounding the block.
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Guerra: You think you can call a taxi?
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Childs: I can put you in the back of an ambulance. But an ambulance costs more than a taxi.
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Guerra sighs and hands Dr. Childs another roll of cash.
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Childs: Let's stop wasting time. Do you need a sedative?
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Kepler: Will it make this take longer than it has to?
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Childs: Most likely.
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Kepler: I'll take my chances.
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Childs: Then let's get started.
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Guerra: And the person ODing in the next room?
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The following log is transcribed from footage of the Pre-Operative Holding Area B.7
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01:47, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Kepler sits in a paper gown next to Guerra.
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Kepler: I'm hungry.
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Guerra: All I've got is a pack of almonds and half a chocolate Santa.
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Kepler: It doesn't matter, they said I can't eat before the surgery.
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Guerra: So you're just making conversation?
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Kepler: Don't mind me. Eat your chocolate Santa.
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Guerra: Maybe later.
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Kepler holds his head in his hand.
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Kepler: Why do we do this?
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Guerra: For the money?
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Kepler: Maybe for you, but what about me? Why on God’s green Earth did I wake up this morning and decide to land myself right here, right now, with you, like this?
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Guerra: Because it's the right thing to do.
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Kepler: I haven't done the right thing in a long time. I can't even remember the last time I thought about it.
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Guerra: You can't know if you don't think about it.
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Kepler: You know. You always know.
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Guerra: Then if you can't do the right thing, you do the wrong thing for the right reason.
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Kepler: And that reason is…
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Guerra: I’d still say the money.
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Kepler: Of course. It's always the money.
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Guerra: People have done a lot worse for a lot less. Just focus on getting out of here. If our luck holds out then by tomorrow our biggest problem will be counting the payout.
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Kepler: Yeah. That's a lot of chocolate Santas.
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Childs: You've probably got about 20 minutes before your entire MTF starts trying to break through the glass at the front desk, so we'd better get a move on.
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Guerra: Is that enough time?
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Childs: It's pretty thick glass.
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Kepler: And the exit strategy?
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Childs: Covered. There's a good chance you'll be getting out of here in one piece tonight.
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Guerra: And if we don't?
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Childs: You can always play dead.
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The following log is transcribed from footage of the Pre-Operative Holding Area B.8
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02:18, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Red emergency lights flash on and off in the empty room. The sound of intermittent gunfire is audible from elsewhere in the facility. Dr. Childs enters from Operating Room B, blood still dripping from her coat.
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An armed man dressed in black fatigues, identified as Mr. Augustus Jones, bursts into the room. Dr. Childs stands in front of the door to Operating Room B.
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Jones: Move!
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Childs: This is a restricted area. I need you to leave.
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Jones: I wasn't asking.
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Childs: Neither was I.
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Sirens can be heard from outside, first close, then farther away.
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Jones: This isn't about you, Childs! Just get out of the way and it’ll all be over.
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Childs: You know I can't do that. Keeping patients safe is my job.
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Jones: Changing bandages and cleaning out bedpans in a dump like this doesn't seem like much of a job.
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Childs: It’s better than bussing tables.
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Jones: I don't want to pull this trigger, but believe me, if I have to, I will.
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Childs: I believe you.
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Jones: You're not giving me much of a choice here.
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Childs: You always have a choice.
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The gunfire in the distance becomes fainter.
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Childs: What are you doing here? It's late. And i know they don't pay you overtime for this.
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Jones: You know how it works.
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Childs: I know it doesn't work for long. You can't ignore that feeling forever. You know the one I mean? The one where you wonder if you made a wrong turn somewhere in the past that led you here? The one that makes you wonder if every step is taking you farther from where you should be, but you’re too far gone to turn back?
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Jones: What if I said I did?
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Childs: Well I don't. Not anymore. Not here.
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Jones: These aren't good guys, Childs. They've already killed one agent. If they get out of here, there are going to be more.
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Childs: One day they'll say the same about you. You want to take them in? Do what you want, but don't do it here. That's not what this place is for.
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Jones: Give me a reason.
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Childs: It's bad luck.
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Jones: Bad luck?
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Childs: Don't they teach you anything at the Academy these days?
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Jones: So what now?
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Childs: We wait.
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Jones: I can wait all night. But once they're ready to leave, they're still coming with me.
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Childs: Honey, they went through the back door the moment you came in.
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Jones: Bullshit. We’d have seen them.
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Childs: Then why didn't you?
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02:25, 25-12-2023 - BEGIN LOG
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Sirens blare as the ambulance speeds down the street. The patient care area is empty, containing only a zippered body bag laying on the floor.
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The sirens stop blaring, and the ambulance slows but does not stop. There is a rustling from inside the body bag. A finger pokes out and unzips it from the inside. José Guerra climbs out, followed by Mario Kepler, still dressed in his hospital gown, arm and leg clumsily wrapped in bloody bandages. Guerra pulls a small cooler labeled with a biohazard symbol from the body bag and zips it up again, leaving only a cadaver inside.
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Kepler: I don't feel good about this.
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Guerra: You just had surgery. No one feels good after surgery.
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The ambulance slows to a stop.
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Kepler: We don't exactly have the high ground here. I can't shoot. I can't run. If things go south…
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Guerra: Don't choke at the finish. We're already here. As long as Charlie is ready to keep up his end, we're home safe.
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Kepler: And if he doesn't?
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Guerra gestures to the body bag.
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Guerra: Charlie! Looking good as always.
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The figure does not speak or move.
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Guerra: You know, we…we risked a lot to get to you here tonight.
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The figure does not speak or move.
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Guerra: Just want you to know, we put a lot on the line for you.
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The figure does not speak or move.
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Kepler takes the cooler from Guerra, and holds it up in front of him.
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Kepler: Come on, do you want it or not?
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The figure steps forward into the light of the ambulance. Under the hat and coat stands a decaying corpse, its bloated flesh covered in spores, pods and mushrooms that pulse with the movement of insects and larvae underneath.
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The figure takes the cooler and opens it, takes a mass of fungus and tissue from inside, and pushes it through a gash in its sternum into its chest cavity. The flesh of its chest begins to writhe as a lattice of tendrils and fungus emerge, then sew it back closed.
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Figure: At last…our family is complete again.
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Kepler: So…complete enough to pay, or what?
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Figure: Your service to our family will not be forgotten. Long after you have returned to dust, you will have an eternal place within our heart.
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The figure recedes into the snow.
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Kepler: Yeah…Merry Christmas to you too.
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Guerra: This is it. They’ll never catch us.
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Kepler: They'll catch us by sunrise.
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Guerra: We can be pretty far by sunrise. How does it feel?
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Kepler: Bad enough that I'll never do this again.
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Guerra: Well, I may not be a doctor, but as far as I can tell you're alive. For now. So make the most of it, will you?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8224 is currently held at a high-value containment locker at Site-██. Personnel wishing to experiment with SCP-8224 must obtain approval from the project head. Efforts to artificially replicate SCP-8224's properties are under review from the Occult Studies and Thaumatology Division.
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Description: SCP-8224 is a plastic magician's wand. The object constantly emits trace amounts of Elan-Vital Energy (EVE).
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The object's primary anomalous properties manifest in the presence of thaumaturgic practitioners. Upon physical contact, the EVE SCP-8224 emits will be produced at higher and concentrated levels. When wielding SCP-8224, the subject's thaumaturgic abilities are altered. Although the exact alterations that manifest vary between subjects, there are multiple universal constants:
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The subject's thaumaturgic capacity is greatly increased. Subjects are not telepathically imbued with the knowledge necessary to aid their proficiency, but rather are able to more easily execute advanced spells and feats if performed correctly.
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The costs associated with utilizing EVE in thaumaturgy are greatly decreased.
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Certain feats that would normally require supplementary materials2 are able to be bypassed with the use of SCP-8224.
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Visual phenomena resulting from thaumaturgic action (luminescence, spatial distortions, etc.) will become more visible when the subject is observed by one or more individuals.
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Incorporating SCP-8224 into traditional magic tricks3 will cause all routines and illusion effects to become anomalous. The anomalous phenomena displayed depends on, and corresponds with the selected magic trick.
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These alterations are not permanent; the subject’s thaumaturgic capabilities as well as SCP-8224’s EVE production rate will return to baseline upon loss of physical contact with the anomaly. A subject who is not trained in thaumaturgy prior to interacting with SCP-8224 will cause the object to remain inert.
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Prior to containment, SCP-8224 had been in prolonged and involuntary contact with GoI-611 ("Staging Hats")
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Group of Interest #: 611 ("Staging Hats")
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Overview: In the aftermath of the 1998North Korean Incident, multiple societal changes had occurred in response to the Veil Protocol being broken, including mass media. Hoping to capitalize on the public's fascination with the revelation of anomalies, various networks and companies seized on the opportunity. This ranged from films and television shows being produced based on information sourced from the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition to news programs heavily skewing their content to coveraging anomalous phenomena. As restrictions eased and disclosures continued, other industries followed suit, such as restaurants serving anomalous food, pet shops showcasing abnormal pets, and travel agencies being allowed to expand into Free Ports such as Three Portlands and La Rue Macabre. Overall, most professions benefited during this period of time.
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Unlike most professions, who have adopted anomalous elements and/or practices into their field of work, the art of stage magic was completely overtaken by it. Magicians being replaced by those who can demonstrate legitimate thaumaturgy was widely commonplace. As a result of their skills no longer being in demand many illusionists had voluntarily quit their careers or were forced to on account of the risk of severe financial risk and bankruptcy.
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However, in recent years, a multitude of retired magicians and former fans had coalesced into a group known as the Staging Hats. According to their mission statement, Staging Hats aim to bring back respect for the art of prestidigitation through multiple methods, usually via underground performances. Staging Hats explicitly forbids the use of anomalous objects and abilities into their performances, claiming to strictly use non-anomalous tricks into their acts. Although Staging Hats began as a loosely connected community born from the internet, their actions had allowed them to grow into a multinational organization primarily present within North America and Western Europe.
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Staging Hats are antagonistic towards groups previously tasked with upholding the Veil Protocol. They hold special contempt for the SCP Foundation on the belief they should have been held accountable for the North Korean Incident despite evidence to the contrary. Multiple member's of the organization had in the past engaged in hostilities through ridicule, attempting to trick the Foundation into believing an anomaly's existence when in actuality they are a product of prestidigitation. Additionally, Staging Hats has been suspected was for leaking documentation belonging to the Foundation in the past, but there is currently no concrete evidence to support this suspicion.
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As Staging Hats have not majorly impeded the Foundation's operation, or uniformly engaged in para-terroristic acts, and are slowly gaining favor with the general public, it was decided that direct action outside of standard monitoring procedures are to be refrained for the time being.
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+Addendum-01, History: On 04/07/2015, the Foundation received intel that GoI-611 was attempting to establish its presence somewhere within the Eastern United States; the organization's activity was later confirmed in ████████, New Jersey.
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A member of GoI-611's New Jersey's chapter leader was subsequently identified, designated as PoI-1874 (Harry Jillete.) The Foundation decided the best course of action was to utilize PoI-1874 as a focal point towards infiltrating the organization. Through careful planning, the Foundation managed to get in contact with PoI-1874, scheduling a meeting with him by sending an undercover agent.
[Agent Caulfield is waiting at an outdoor dining table of ████ Italian Cafe. Agent Caulfield looks up from his watch to see two men approaching him. Manny Dovez and PoI-1874 are wearing a dark red and a dark blue suit respectively. Agent Caulfield stands up.]
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Agent Caulfield: Mr. Jillete, a pleasure to finally meet you in person.
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PoI-1874: Oh no, Mr. Hancock.4 The pleasure is all mine.
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[Agent Caulfield and PoI-1874 briefly hug and pat each other on the back before sitting down. A waitress with green hair comes to the table, writes their orders, then departs. Mr. Dovez clears his throat.]
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Dovez: Apologies for being late. We had a certain… issue we had to contend with.
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[PoI-1874's lip quivers, his right hand balls into a fist. Agent Caulfield raises his hand.]
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Agent Caulfield: Water under the bridge. So… what are you thinking?
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PoI-1874: Hm… I'll be frank with you Ben. When I first heard of your proposition I almost thought it was a prank.
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Agent Caulfield: You're almost talking like you still do.
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Dovez: Heh… well the thing is…
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PoI-1874: We got a bunch of pissants messing with us in the past. Unlike them, you clearly have good taste in showmanship. In fact… it's practically golden!
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Agent Caulfield: Well I really— oh!
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[PoI-1874 pulls what appears to a rose covered in golden-colored wrapping paper from the sleeve of his suit and gives it to Agent Caulfield. Agent Caulfield unwraps the object, revealing a chocolate sculpture resembling a rose.]
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Agent Caulfield: Chocolate?
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Dovez: Dark chocolate. Harry thought it would make it more mysterious.
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Agent Caulfield: Right… Anyways, you are right on the money Mr. Jillete. Like I said, as a young boy I had a fascination with magic. The performance kind, not that Harry Potter crap that is happening nowadays. Who knew something so real could feel so cheap?
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PoI-1874: That's exactly what I have been saying! [Whispers to Dovez] That's a good one, write that down.
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Agent Caulfield: And speaking of money…
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[Agent Caulfield hands a written note to PoI-1874. PoI-1874 reads it, showing signs of astonishment.]
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PoI-1874: A million dollars?!
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Agent Caulfield: Amongst other things. I always put money where my mouth is. If you want to do something right, sometimes you gotta go all out. Am I right?
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PoI-1874: Boy, you got yourself a deal. With my connections I can make it happen. In fact, I'll promise to make sure this will be worth your while… and… your time!
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[PoI-1874 holds up a watch. Agent Caulfield looks at his bare wrist. PoI-1874 hands Agent Caulfield back his watch. The waitress comes back and sets mugs of coffee on the table and leaves.]
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PoI-1874: Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.
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Agent Caulfield: None taken. That was a good trick.
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PoI-1874: Pfft. I could've done that in my sleep. We originally had something more complex planned, but our equipment kind of got wonky. It's a long story but…
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[PoI-1874 pauses to look towards Dovez. Dovez mouth is inside the coffee mug, he appears to be in discomfort.]
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PoI-1874: Manny? What's wrong?
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[Dovez shudders as he pulls away the mug. A cylinder block of frozen coffee is pulled from the mug. Dovez's tongue is stuck to the frozen block.]
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Agent Caulfield: Wow. That trick's even better than the last one. How'd you pulled that off?
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PoI-1874: I didn't.
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Agent Caulfield: What?
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[PoI-1874 looks around in alarm, frantically observing his surroundings. Manny groans as he tries to free his tongue from the block of ice with coffee creamer to no success.]
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PoI-1874: Goddammit! Not again, that fucking asshole.
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Agent Caulfield: Him?
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PoI-1874: Ben, change of plans. I really think we should take this talk elsewhere. This place ain't safe—
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Waitress: Here you go sir, free of charge.
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[The waitress comes back, playing a large whipped cream pie in front of PoI-1874. PoI-1874 looks to the waitress.]
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PoI-1874: Wait, I didn't order—
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[PoI-1874 scans his meal. The words "HUMBLE" are written on the pie in pink frosting. The word is contained within the boundaries of the rear end of what appears to be an equine figure written in black frosting.]
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PoI-1874: Is that a donkey—
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[A hand suddenly emerges from the pie, grasps onto PoI-1874 face. The hand then retracts, pulling PoI-1874's face into the pie. PoI-1874 thrashes his body to no success. The waitress sighs, shaking her head in dejection as she opens a box of thumbtacks and pours it over PoI-1874’s chair. Agent Caulfield jumps up from his seat.]
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Agent Caulfield: What the hell is that?!
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PoI-4781: A decent magic trick. What did you think of my act?
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[Agent Caulfield snaps his head to his left. A individual wearing a wizard's costume towers over him, twirling a large wooden wand between his fingers.]
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Agent Caulfield: …Who are you?
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PoI-4781: Oh, just a concerned citizen. Well… that and the new face of magic. Proper magic that is.
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[PoI-1874 stops thrashing, instead extending his left arm towards the direction of PoI-4781. PoI-4781 performs several clicks with his mouth as he shakes his head at PoI-1874.]
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PoI-4781: But some folks have a hard time adapting with the times, especially when their skull is thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.
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[PoI-1874 pounds both his fist on the table and tries to get up. His face is still stuck in the pie.]
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PoI-4781: That and having no real talent. [To Agent Caulfield] By the way, even in his dorky clubhouse, he ain't even top brass. Thought you should know. Just trying to be a good citizen is all—
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Waitress: Walt, he's starting to croak.
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PoI-4781: Roxy, you make it sound like it's a bad thing.
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[The waitress glares at PoI-4781. PoI-4781 rolls his eyes, sighing.]
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PoI-4781: Fine. Catch you later, [To PoI-1874 and Dovez] you freaking hippies!
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[PoI-4781's wand glows a greenish luminescence, then whacks PoI-4781 on the head. PoI-1874 is released from the pie. He stumbles backwards and falls onto his seat. PoI-1874 yelps in pain as he collapses to the ground, a plethora of thumbtacks are piercing his posterior. PoI-4781 and the waitress high-five each other before running down the street.]
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[PoI-1874 scrambles to his feet and wipes whipped cream and frosting from his face. He growls loudly as he places a dark blue magician hat on his head.]
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PoI-1874: Not before I perform my latest trick up your ass, you mangy hobo! Come back here and take it like a man!
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[PoI-1874 chases after PoI-4781 and the waitress. Agent Caulfield stares back in shock. He tries to activate the silent alarm in his watch when Dovez taps him on his hip. Agent Caulfield stares at Dovez.]
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[Dovez, tongue still attached to the ice is still laying his head on the table. Dovez then slides a napkin to Agent Caulfield. The napkin contains a message made from crushed cherries from the pie. The messages reads as "SAM TIME NXT WEK?"]
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[END LOG]
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A thaumaturgist now identified as PoI-4871 intervened. PoI-4871 interrupted the meeting, then fled alongside with his assistant. Mr. Dovez and PoI-1874 proceed to leave the premises as well. All individuals present for this event had successfully escaped the area before additional Foundation support arrived.
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PoI #: 4871
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Overview: Even during Staging Hats' formative years, the mutual distaste the organization shared with active thaumaturgists was widely known.
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Many members of Staging Hats were averse to thaumaturgists, more so than the existence of thaumaturgy itself, over the belief they were guilty of causing the downfall of prestidigitation. Practicing thaumaturgists also harbored negative sentiments, believing the organization's mission statement was not only foolish but also counterproductive to their livelihoods. This generalized hostility eventually caused both parties to organically engage in conflict with each other. Ranging from mockery to, on rare occasions, direct and violent confrontations.
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One of the most notable opponents against Staging Hats was PoI-4781 (Walt Dorey)
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PoI-4781 previously lived in New Jersey, United States of America, working multiple retail service jobs within the city of ████████. According to former associates, PoI-4781 had a borderline obsession with "magic" even prior to the North Korean incident. This obsession caused PoI-4781 to briefly change careers as a full-time fantasy fiction writer, a career that failed miserably and caused PoI-4781 to fall into a deep depression. Following the dismantling of the Veil, PoI-4781's obsessive attitude towards magic was shifted towards the anomalous. PoI-4781 was stated to research individual anomalies for long continuous hours and attempt to ingrain himself in multiple para-communities over a span of four years before vanishing from public life in 2003.
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PoI-4781 reemergence coincidentally with the increased recognition of Staging Hats. The finer details of PoI-4781's during his disappearance is sparse other than the fact he is a confirmed practitioner of thaumaturgy. The methods on how PoI-4781 became a thaumaturgist, the potency of his abilities, or the reasoning he is constantly adorned in a classic wizard's costume is unknown. However it is hypothesized PoI-4781 thaumaturgic abilities are partially added through personal items he has equipped on his person.
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PoI-4781's modus operandi is currently centered around interfering with Staging Hat's activities across North America. PoI-4871's method of interference typically involves spreading rumors about the organization to local populations, utilizing thaumaturgy to disrupt stage performances in a way that involuntarily includes anomalous phenomena, and on rare occasions, assault the genital regions of male members of Staging Hats exclusively with the use of either sides of his feet. Though these actions have caused him notoriety, PoI-4871 always managed to evade the area before law enforcement arrived.
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As of writing, PoI-4871's operations are entirely focused on the Staging Hats' expansion in ████████, New Jersey. Instead of targeting the local chapter, PoI-4871's hostilities are primarily focused on PoI-1784.
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+Addendum-02, Event Log: Attached below is an abridged list of known events related to the conflict between PoI-1874 and PoI-4781. To access the unabridged version, contact the Records Department.
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[PoI-4781 exits a store, holding an ice cream cone. He licks the pink scoop of ice cream and expresses signs of displeasure. PoI-4781 promptly taps his wand against the ice cream, which turns brown in coloration. He licks again and expresses signs of pleasure.]
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[PoI-4781 walks down the sidewalk until he freezes in place. A poster bearing the Staging Hats logo is attached to the wall near him. PoI-4781 rips the poster from the wall and examines it. He then spots PoI-1874 and Dovez trying to move several boxes out of a pickup truck. PoI-4781 immediately marches to them.]
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[PoI-4781 stands in front of PoI-1874 and aggressively shows the poster in front of the latter's face. Both PoI-1874 and PoI-4781 soon shout and point at each other; Dovez attempts to deescalate the argument but fails. PoI-4781 crumbles up the poster and throws it at PoI-1874's face. PoI-1874 responds by swatting PoI-4781's wizard's hat off from his head.]
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[PoI-1874 performs the middle finger gesture to PoI-4781 before walking away with Dovez. PoI-4781 readorns his hat, shuddering intensely. The ice cream cone is crushed in PoI-4781's hand, causing the scoop to fall to the floor.]
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Incident #: 02
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[PoI-1874 is onstage with Dovez. They are inside a theater performing for a small crowd. Dovez is a set of four plates on both of his arms while PoI-1874 pulls out a paintball gun. PoI-1874 then steps and balances on a soccer ball and aims the paintball gun at Dovez. The crowd gasps.]
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[PoI-1874 pulls the trigger. Multiple bright, multiple colored flowers emerge from the barrel. The crowd claps while PoI-1874 and Dovez looks at each other with confusion. PoI-1874 turns to paintgun towards himself to observe the flowers closely. The flowers suddenly spray confetti in PoI-1874's face, causing him to fall off the soccer ball and fall to the ground. Dovez expresses shock as multiple food dishes manifest onto the plates, causing to fall onto him, dirtying his clothing.]
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[The crowd laughs as PoI-1874 stands up on his feet. PoI-4781 is seen laughing and jumping at his seat. PoI-1874 spots PoI-4781 as he runs to the exit still pointing onstage. PoI-1874 expresses anger.]
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Incident #: 03
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[PoI-4781 walks out of a hobby shop carrying a plastic bag. As he walks, PoI-4781 picks up a collection of comic books and smiles, smelling the front covers before putting it back in the bag. PoI-4781 is signalled by a hotdog vendor with a beard, gesturing him to come closer.]
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[PoI-4781 approaches, and nods his head after examining the prices on the menu. PoI-4781 sets his bag on the floor and orders a hotdog. The vendor serves his order. After paying, PoI-4781 takes a bite. The hotdog immediately explodes, spraying mustard and ketchup into his face.]
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[PoI-4781 falls down, screaming as he tries to wipe the condiments out of his eyes. He tries to wipe his face with the nearest object. After being successful, PoI-4781 opens his eyes and realizes he is holding a pile of playing cards. Looking in his bag, all the comics have all been replaced by said cards.]
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[Dovez removes his beard and taps his knuckles on the hotdog cart. PoI-1874 exits the hotdog cart, holding a stack of comics smeared in ketchup and mustard. PoI-1874 throws the comics into
+PoI-4781's face, blows raspberries, then pushes the cart onto him.]
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[PoI-1874 and Dovez flees the scene. PoI-4781 crawls out under the cart and stares at the fleeing pair of magicians. PoI-4781 pulls out his cellphone and makes a call.]
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Incident #: 07
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[PoI-1874 emerges from a warehouse pushing a cart full of miscellaneous objects towards a pickup truck in the parking lot. PoI-1874 is suddenly interrupted by a woman with green hair, who engages in a conversation with him. PoI-1874 replies to the woman's questions when a loud crash is heard behind him.]
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[PoI-1874 turns around. The woman quickly tapes a sign to the shopping cart, waves a hand over the objects, then flees. PoI-1874 gasps.]
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[PoI-1874's car has been crushed by an oversized statue of a magician's hat. PoI-1874 turns around to see all the objects in the cart have transmogrified into human fecal matter. The note on the cart depicts a large gesture of the middle finger with a small picture of a wizard's hat at the bottom of the page.]
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[PoI-1874 falls to his knees, expressing signs of severe disorientation.]
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Incident #: 014
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Foreword: The events of this incident took place after the events of Addendum-01.
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[PoI-4781 and Roxy5 rush around the corner, trying their best to pull themselves over a fence. PoI-1874 appears shortly after, his face still covered in cream. PoI-1874 rushes and tries to pull PoI-4781 off the fence. PoI-4781 responds by kicking PoI-1874 in the face.]
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[PoI-1874 falls to the floor and groans. He rubs his head and is shocked to find it bare. PoI-4781 blows raspberries at PoI-1874 as he twirls the letters magician's hat in his hand. Both PoI-4781 and Roxy jump over the fence.]
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[Dovez appears around the corner a moment later, observing PoI-1874 with concern. PoI-1874 stands up, staring at the fence while calmly massaging his bruised cheek.]
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Incident #: 015
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[PoI-4781 is seen exiting an apartment building. PoI-4781 is calling his cellphone while twirling PoI-1874's hat on his wand. PoI-4781 enters an alleyway. PoI-1874 also enters the alleyway, wielding a wooden baseball bat.]
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[Two minutes later, PoI-1874 exits the alleyway, adorning his hat. He is carrying a wizard's hat and a broken baseball bat in both hands. PoI-4781 exits the alleyway five minutes later, stumbling onto the sidewalk, bruises and scrapes are on his face and his clothes are torn. He leans against the side of a building for support.]
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Incident #: 016
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[PoI-4781 and PoI-1874 shatter through the window of a one-story building, landing on the sidewalk. Both men are wrestling each other. PoI-4781 is using both hands to push the tip of his glowing wand against PoI-1874's neck. PoI-1874 is resisting the wand by pushing firmly against both of PoI-4781's hands with his elbow. PoI-1874 tries to reach for a bowling pain that has fallen by his side. PoI-4781's wizard's hat is attached to PoI-1874's belt.]
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[Roxy and Dovez rush to the scene, pulling their respective partners away from each other. All four individuals notice they are being stared by multiple civilians. An emergency siren is heard in the local area. All four individuals scramble away from the street.]
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Incident #: 017
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Foreword: This incident was recorded through the concealment of a hidden camera.
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[BEGIN LOF]
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[PoI-1874, PoI-4781, Dovez and Roxy are sitting at a table at a near-empty bar. PoI-1874 and PoI-4781 stare at each other intently.]
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PoI-1874: Well… in all my years I never thought I'd be doing this.
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PoI-4781: Why? Because you think you're too high and mighty to be in the same room as me? Embarrassed that we're sharing the same air we breathe?
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PoI-1874: Breathing? Nah. It's the smell more than anything else. Heh. Must be all that mustard—.
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Dovez: Hey, Hey.
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[Dovez snaps his fingers.]
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Dovez: I thought we agreed we're going to be civil about this.
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PoI-4781: He busted my ass with a goddamn bat!
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Roxy: And you tried to vaporize his face. It all evens out.
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PoI-4781: Which side are you on?
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Roxy The one that doesn't get our asses thrown in the cell by jailors. There were like… a dozen witnesses!
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Dovez: In broad daylight. We're attracting heat. If we don't cool this down we're all going to get burned.
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PoI-1874: He started it.
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Roxy: Look, can we not play the fucking blame game? I don't know about you but I would like to get on with my life already. Can't you all say the same?
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PoI-4781: You're right, Roxy. It's about time we do get a move on with our lives. Some more than others, of course.
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PoI-1874: We're not leaving the city.
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PoI-4781: We were here first.
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PoI-1874: Yeah, then you bailed and played Harry Potter around the country for a decade or more?
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PoI-4781: You mother—
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Dovez: Alright!
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[Dovez slams his hand on the table. He composes himself.]
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Dovez: Alright, alright. How about this? It's pretty obvious none of us are gonna back down without a fight. But what if we were to fight… peacefully.
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PoI-4781: Stop being melodramatic and get to the point.
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Dovez: This whole beef with us started because we decided to move shop here, right? What if we do… a challenge or a duel of some kind to resolve this issue?
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PoI-1874: And what would you have in mind?
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Dovez: Magic.
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[Silence.]
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Dovez: Harry and I happened to be planning another showing sometime before this meeting started. So imagine this. We hold a special showing. My buddy on one side of the stage, and you on the other. We all talk about what kind of magic is the best magic. So… this would be the best opportunity to prove that.
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PoI-4781: You want us to participate in a magic show together? The Hats doesn't allow—
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Dovez: We'll make an exception for this time. Better yet, we could finally put this debate to bed forever. Both of you will perform. Whoever entertains the crowd the most wins. The loser leaves New Jersey. We can even bring out a third party to settle things out. Sounds fair?
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PoI-4781: Hm… a chance to show off, huh.
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PoI-1874: Tempting. But what stops him from using magic to disrupt my own like last time?
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Roxy: Anyone who tries to sabotage the other instantly loses. Better yet. The tricks you guys perform can only be done by yourselves. You'll get no support from either of us. You'll have to really focus on your wits and on your wits alone. It'll make things more interesting.
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[PoI-1874 turns to Dovez. Dovez sighs.]
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Dovez: If this fight keeps up, someone's gonna end up in a box. Plus, it'll look bad on all sides involved. You know how much the news loves to slander us.
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PoI-1874: [Sigh] Deal?
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[PoI-4781 twirls the wooden wand in his hand, reaching for a handshake. The wands transforms into SCP-8224.]
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PoI-4781: Ugh. Fine. Deal.
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[END LOG]
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+Addendum-03: Since the events of Addendum-01, Foundation operatives have been attempting to keep close tabs on PoI-4781 and PoI-1874, uncovering much of their connected history as a result. Several weeks later, it was learned that both individuals were planning to perform together at a recently identified Staging Hats-affiliated building in ████████.
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This combined with the fact PoI-4781 was in possession of a highly powerful thaumaturgic object (SCP-8224) prompted the Foundation to send an undercover operative to the scene.
[Agent Rodney enters the theater alongside other people. He spots Roxy and Dovez sitting together. Agent Rodney sits behind them and waits patiently. Eventually the lights begin to dim and the curtain opens, revealing PoI-1874 and PoI-4781. PoI-1874 speaks into his microphone.]
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PoI-1874: Howdy folks, ready for a show?!
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[The audience claps and whistles. PoI-4781 rolls his eyes and cracks his neck. Dovez leans towards Roxy.]
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Dovez: Quite the crowd here, feeling nervous.
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Roxy: Oh yes, definitely.
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Dovez:Really?
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Roxy: Yep, nervous how we're going to carry the entire show, especially with that extra load beside him.
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Dovez: Don't get so cocky, missie. Your partner's going solo.
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Roxy: Said the kettle.
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Dovez: Harry can handle himself, I showed him more than enough ropes… ah, but talk is cheap. Let's see who is worth me in gold, shall we?
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[Dovez points to the stage The spotlight shines on PoI-1874. He is standing on a podium.]
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PoI-1874: —first trick! What's your favorite type of animal? For me it's —
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[PoI-1874 outstretches his hands as he speaks. However, midway through his speech, a vest slips from his coat. PoI-1874 freezes and snaps his head to the floor. Live doves are strapped to the jacket with velcro. PoI-1874 nervously shudders and picks up the vest, showcasing it to the audience.]
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PoI-1874: Birds?
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[The audience murmurs - some stifle their laughter. Dovez cringes as he rubs his temples.]
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Dovez: I… just remembered I never showed him how to properly release the birds.
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PoI-4781: [Scoff] Oh no… anyways. How about I show you a piece of true magic?
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[PoI-4781 snaps his fingers. A stage hand rolls out a grandfather clock to the stage then leaves. PoI-4781 taps on the clock — prompting the bird to emerge from the device. He twirls SCP-8224 while glancing at PoI-1874, smirking.]
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PoI-4781: Now that you mention buddy o' mine, I do like birds. You know what kind of bird I really like?
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[Roxy chokes on her drink. Dovez looks to her, confused.]
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PoI-4781: Oh… shit.
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[PoI-4781 directs SCP-8224 towards the clock. The clock emanates a green glow before it is obscured in smoke.]
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PoI-4781: The cuckoo—
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[The crowd gasps - some swear profanity. PoI-4781 expresses confusion until he looks to his left. In place of a grandfather clock is larger than average common cuckoo bird twitching on the ground. Half of the bird's body is visibly replaced with wood and gears. The bird twitches more rapidly, resulting in it defecating a large pile of gears, pulleys, and glass. PoI-4781 mouths the words 'Oh Shit' silently.]
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Roxy: He always… screws up that spell. Goddammit.
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[Roxy covers her face, slowly shaking her head. Agent Rodney's jaw is wide open in surprise.]
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[SECTION SHORTENED FOR BREVITY]
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[A pair of stage hands pushes a table of miscellaneous objects to the center of the stage. A portion of the audience seating is empty. PoI-4781 takes half of the objects and slides them to the ground on his side of the table.]
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PoI-4781: —Oh yeah? How's this for a juggling routine?
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[PoI-4781 directs SCP-8224 to the pile of objects on the ground. SCP-8224 glows green as PoI-4781 makes continuous looping gestures with his hand. The objects in turn levitate off the ground and rotate in a circular ring formation multiple times.]
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[A dozen audience members in the front row clap. PoI-4781 looks to the front row, smiling. PoI-4781 loses focus on the ring of objects, causing the thaumaturgic effects he produce to cease. A handful of objects land near or directly on some of the front audience members. PoI-4781 visibly cringes after half of the front row begin to leave their seats.]
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Roxy: In hindsight, maybe this "performing alone" idea wasn't exactly the brightest of the bunch. So much trouble would've been saved if we were up there.
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PoI-1874: Ha! Cute. Now this. Is how. You do it!
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[PoI-1874 waves his magician's wand over his pile of objects. The pile of objects levitate in the air above him. PoI-1874 then "juggles" the objects. Alternating between his hands, feet and head to launch them into the air. Audience members cheer.]
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[PoI-1874 tries to bow mid-jug but loses his footing, falling to the ground. The objects continue to bop up and down in the air. The spotlight moves slightly upwards, revealing each of the objects to be connected to a thin piece of string. Audience members audibly express their disapproval.]
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Dovez: I'm starting to think it would've been best if no one was up there at all.
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[SECTION SHORTENED FOR BREVITY]
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Dovez: I want to cry now… I really do.
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[PoI-1874 and PoI-4781 are no longer performing for the audience, but are instead physically assaulting each other with their fists. More than half of the audience has left. The left that remain whistle and record the fight onstage.]
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[Cuts and bruises are visible on both individuals. PoI-4781 successfully lands a hit on PoI-1874's abdomen, causing him to cry in pain. PoI-1874 retaliates by landing a punch of PoI-4781's jaw, causing the latter to involuntarily fling SCP-8224 into audience.]
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[Roxy fails to react in time as SCP-8224 hits her straight in the face. Roxy cringes as she massages her left eye. She sighs.]
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Roxy: Yeah… bring out the tissues.
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[SECTION SHORTENED FOR BREVITY]
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Dovez: Well… that's a wrap.
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[Nearly all of the audience seats are empty. PoI-1874 hangs upside down from a wire wrapped around his leg. PoI-4781 lies face down on the remains of a broken table. Both men are alive but unconscious. Roxy pulls out a flask from her breast pocket and drinks from it.]
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Roxy: I knew bringing this along was a good idea.
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Dovez: Ugh…
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[Dovez leans back on the chair, pulling at his hair.]
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Dovez: I missed when things were just simple. When I signed up I thought the goal was to make people happy not… not—
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Roxy: —being the referee for a clash of egos?
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[Roxy hands over the flask to Dovez. Dovez looks at the flask, pauses for a moment and takes it. He takes a drink, sighing.]
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Dovez: It almost sounds like you're speaking for longtime experience.
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Roxy: A bit too untimely to ask personal questions now ain't it?
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Dovez: Sorry, I didn't mean to off—
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Roxy: Nah, nah. I'm just kidding. I kind of forget how dry my humor is. Um… want the long or short of it?
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Dovez: Whatever floats your boat.
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Roxy: I… always had been a part of the know-how when it comes to magic. As in magic magic. Been so ever since I was a little girl. I even had my own support group when it came to this sort of thing. Got some flak from it, mainly from the jailors, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Then…
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Dovez: North Korea?
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Roxy: It was always nice to get new blood but… I don't know. Perhaps it was a paradigm shift that couldn't be helped. It seemed like the newest kids on the block seemed to treat magic as a hobby, like… like a new puppy or a new cadillac. All the attention but never put too much thought in taking it too seriously. More annoying than you expect.
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Dovez And… was he…?
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Roxy: Oh. Pfft. Hell no. He was the exact opposite. Met him by chance a loooong time ago. When I let it slip I was "witch" it was as if I put him on a spell. I didn't, but I might as well have. He practically begged me to hang out with me. I kind of thought he was dorky, in a good way, so I let him. And before I knew it he became not a decent wizard… but a neat pal.
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Roxy: But then your group made their rounds. He got extremely angry about it for some reason. That's when I noticed he took his job way too seriously. As if…
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Dovez: Like becoming a thaumaturgist was his entire personality. Therefore, he took the Hats' existence as an attack on him personally?
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Roxy: Wow… someone finally put it into words… you had your own experience too?
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Dovez: Before shit hit the fan, Harry and I were friends in the entertainment industry. We had a rough start but we were finally making rounds. Getting requests, raking in the cash. I didn't know if we were gonna become the next Copperfield but…
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Roxy: Now you'll never know?
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Dovez: We were the first ones to bite the dust though. And Harry… never took it well. He'd always complain about how it wasn't fair, the humiliation and then some. We almost dived off the cliff but we eventually made it out of that pit. But Harry was not the type of guy to let things go. I don't think he ever will…
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[Silence.]
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Dovez: I can't speak for the rest of the Hats', especially Harry. But I never really held a grudge against you magic types. Shit happens. I just wished he understood that too.
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Roxy: Ditto. And for what it's worth… I think what you're doing is kind of awesome.
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Dovez: Eh?
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Roxy: You guys had the rug taken out under you. No one took you seriously anymore, you were on your last leg… but somehow… you guys made the ultimate comeback. That's something to be proud of.
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Dovez: Yeah… you're right.
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Roxy: And who cares what people say? About this whole debate on which magic is right, better, or inherently superior. That doesn't matter onstage. Because…
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Dovez: It doesn't matter in the end. If the audience thinks it's shit… it's shit.
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[Roxy and Dovez stare at PoI-4781 and PoI-1874 for several moments.]
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Roxy: So… we both lost then?
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Dovez: Just when you think the third option isn't possible, it is.
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Roxy: So… what now?
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Dovez: After this shit-show, I'm kind of embarrassed to show my face around these parts. I wonder if I can get Harry to feel the same.
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Roxy: I'm gonna kick Walt's ass as soon as he wakes up. I should have put my foot down sooner, but it's better late than never. I promise you he will never be bothering you again… so, shouldn't we wake them up?
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Dovez: In a minute, the show is amusing when they're like this, no?
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Roxy: Eh, fair enough.
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[Roxy places SCP-8224 in the cupholder of the other seat. Both she and Dovez watch PoI-4781 and PoI-1874's unconscious bodies on stage. Agent Rodney slowly inserts his hand between the seat cushions of the row in front of him and takes SCP-8224 with any suspicion. Agent Rodney carefully makes his way to the exit.]
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[END LOG]
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The building was raided by Foundation forces after confirmation of Agent Rodney's extraction. Although all of the desired targets were missing when the raid was conducted, SCP-8224 was able to be contained and transferred to Foundation custody.
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As of time of writing, no activity from either GoI-611 or PoI-4781 have been reported within ████████ since the events of Addendum-03.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-823 is to be secured by no fewer than six (6) on-site personnel until such time as decontamination protocols can be established and the artifact in question neutralized. Personnel must respect a twenty meter (20 m) safe zone around the currently established Red (No Entry) Zone at all costs. Any individual, civilian or not, who enters the established Red Zone is to be terminated immediately by sniper fire.
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Should music or piping be heard emanating from within the Red Zone, Foundation personnel on-site are to immediately don protective earplugs and withdraw from their positions to a two kilometer (2 km) perimeter, beyond the currently established Yellow (No Civilian Presence) Zone, and inform Foundation scientific personnel immediately. Following the realignment event, Foundation science personnel will survey the area and determine the boundaries of the new Red and Yellow zones using Procedure 823-1-Alpha.
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Due to the necessity of maintaining auditory alertness, no personal music devices or radios aside from necessary equipment are to be allowed at the observation site.
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Description: SCP-823 is an abandoned theme (amusement) park located in █████, █████. Site was abandoned in ████ after several violent events resulting in the deaths of park attendees. A complete list of said events is included in Supplement 823-01-13, "Civilian Deaths Attributed to SCP-823."
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SCP-823 was finally abandoned after the events of ██-██-████, also known as "Bloody Sunday," when the influence of the artifact in question reached a 20-year peak. Two hundred thirty-one (231) attendees were killed, and another seven (7) injured or maimed. A complete list of casualties is included in Supplement 823-01-14, "Civilian Deaths Resulting from Event 823-99-Euclid," but include:
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Image of SCP-823 recovered by surveillance drone.
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Two (2) individuals, male and female, fused together at multiple points after emerging from the "Tunnel of Love" dark ride. (dead)
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One (1) individual wearing a "Happy Hippo" mascot uniform, found dead of suffocation. Mouth, trachea, and lungs were discovered to be filled with a fibrous substance later determined to be identical to the stuffing in said mascot uniform. (dead)
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Fifteen (15) individuals recovered from the "Thriller Chiller" roller coaster, all decapitated by blunt force. Witnesses reported that the deaths did not occur simultaneously, but in groups of two, starting with the front row of seats and ending with the back. Forensic analysis indicates that each set of deaths corresponded to a loop or turn in the roller coaster's tracks. (dead)
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One (1) individual recovered from under the "Thriller Chiller" roller coaster, dead of broken neck and massive cranial trauma caused by a fifty-foot fall from an inverted position. Individual was seated at the back of said roller coaster, and somehow managed to extricate self from the ride's safety harness halfway through the ride. (dead)
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One (1) individual found dismembered inside the "House of Mirrors" attraction. Left arm was found sixteen feet to the north from the torso. Left leg was found inverted and attached to the ceiling by sinews. Right leg was found in the possession of Subject 79, partially consumed (forensic analysis indicates that teeth marks found on flesh and bone of said leg are human in origin). To date, no trace of right arm has been found. (alive)
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<FOR COMPLETE RECORD OF CASUALTIES, PLEASE SEE SUPPLEMENT 823-01-14, "Civilian Deaths Resulting from Event 823-99-Euclid.">
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Following said event, Foundation Mobile Task Force Rho-71 ("Origami Toads") was sent into the site to assess the situation and carry out containment procedures. MTF Rho-71 was not successful in determining the cause or location of the deaths due to casualties inflicted on team members (see Supplement 823-01-15, "Casualties among MTF Rho-71 resulting from Event 823-99-Euclid"). Partial list of casualties included:
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MTF Rho-71 commander ████████ ██████████. Cause of death: suicide caused by forced sexual entry through left eye, resulting in unsurvivable brain trauma.
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Agent ████ ████████. Cause of death: suicide. Individual was found with all ammunition disassembled, casings and bullets discarded. ██ grams of propellant, consistent with the amount of disassembled ammunition found on scene, were retrieved from individual's stomach and intestines.
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Agent ███ ███████. Cause of death: suicide. Individual was discovered with lacerated lungs and broken jaw. Missing teeth were retrieved from individual's lungs and trachea.
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<FOR COMPLETE RECORD OF CASUALTIES, PLEASE SEE SUPPLEMENT 823-01-15, "Casualties among MTF Rho-71 resulting from Event 823-99-Euclid.">
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Following the deaths of 50% of the Mobile Task Force personnel, on-site supervisor ordered an immediate mission abort. Containment protocol was switched from Retrieval to On-Site Securement. Standard media blackout procedures were carried out, including [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum 823-01:Re: Destruction of Site - Per O5-level order, request for immediate destruction of site by air strike, to be led by MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), is denied due to proximity to civilian population, lack of plausible cover story scenario, and unknown nature of artifact in question.
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Addendum 823-02:Re: Red Zone - As of this date, SCP-823 has undergone three realignment events requiring resurveying of affected zones. Apparent range of Red (No Entry) Zone has increased in size by 5% during that time. Rate of expansion appears to be accelerating at a linear rate (see Report 823-02-07, "Result of Seventh Survey of SCP-823"). Request upgrade to Keter.
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Addendum 823-03:Re: Upgrade to Keter - Denied by O5 council. Reason: insufficient data to justify reclassification.
Never let anyone or anything take away your soul, Willow. Never let them take away your ability to wonder. Never let them take away your ability to feel. Without it, you have nothing.
Text Credits:
+Opening quote is 1 Corinthians 13:12-13. 13:12 taken from King James Version (public domain). 13:13 taken from World English Bible (public domain).
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. But now faith, hope, and love remain— these three. The greatest of these is love.
Special Containment Procedures: A thirty-meter interdiction zone and perimeter are to be established around the opening of SCP-8444. Exploration and experimentation requests regarding SCP-8444 are to be authorized by SCP-8444's research heads before proceeding.
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Description: SCP-8444 is the designation for a Type-III interdimensional aperture located in Minneopa State Park, MN, USA, and the Class-Green self-sustaining pocket dimension it leads to.
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Initial expeditions have shown that the interior of SCP-8444 is capable of sustaining human life and is inhabited by other lifeforms (collectively referred to as SCP-8444-A), many of which display anomalous thaumaturgical abilities. Chemically and biologically, substances and organisms within SCP-8444 are relatively similar to that of baseline reality, barring some anatomical, chemical, and thaumaturgical differences.
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The primary inhabitants of SCP-8444 appear to be a species of vaguely humanoid creatures (designated as a subset of SCP-8444-A). They are green in coloration and possess short, slender bodies, and distinct, high-set features. All instances are hairless, however, many members of the species possess manes of long chitinous material, extending from their backs to their feet. They appear to possess a high degree of sapience. As of writing, no contact has been established.
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SCP-8444's portal will open once every seven days for a period of between five and ten minutes. Access to SCP-8444 at other times is believed to be impossible.
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Addendum 8444-1: Expedition
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On 2027/09/01, Head Researchers Adam Kline and Willow Aguirre entered SCP-8444 on a multi-day expedition to investigate the topology of the dimension and the lifeforms inhabiting the anomaly. The SCP-8444 research team declined the use of a Mobile Task Force for the operation, citing operational issues with a large team, and thus, a two person team was chosen instead. They were also tasked with performing several experiments submitted by the SCP-8444 research team and collecting various samples throughout the locale. The establishment of a temporary forward operating base in SCP-8444 was also of priority.
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They were provided with food and provisions for seven days, clothes and tents, camping gear, and various scientific instruments necessary for conducting experiments within SCP-8444. Aguirre was also provided with a pre-trained ROSETTA.aic instance loaded onto a handheld device, capable of spontaneously learning and translating unknown languages.
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A log of their expedition has been included below.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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KLINE: You know, I've been looking forward to this for a while.
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AGUIRRE: Wow, really? You've never mentioned it once.
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KLINE:[Laughs.] Oh, come on. You know I like this sort of stuff. [Pauses.] I'm surprised that you agreed to come in the first place, Willow.
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AGUIRRE: Really? Why?
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KLINE: I dunno, I never thought you'd be into doing this sort of thing. At your last project, your whole team went without you.
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AGUIRRE: Well, times have changed, I guess.
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KLINE: Why?
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AGUIRRE: I'm with my friend this time.
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[COMMAND speaks over the pair's walkie-talkies.]
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COMMAND: You're cleared for entry. Conditions look nominal. Good luck in there, you two.
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AGUIRRE: Thanks.
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[AGUIRRE fastens the strap on her backpack.]
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AGUIRRE: Lets go.
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[The pair steps through the aperture into SCP-8444. As they do, the camera cuts out for a brief moment, before transmitting again. A chime sounds, indicating a change in atmospheric pressure.]
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[Within SCP-8444 is a massive purple-green forest dimly illuminated by a large, setting pink sun, casting long shadows across the horizon. Dotting the landscape are small huts constructed with sticks, purple leaves, and an unidentified white wooly substance. Smoke billows from large, circular chimneys extending out of the roofs of the huts, and a warm, orange glow emanates from each of the windows. The trees are tall and wide, and their leaves create a large canopy above the ground.]
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[KLINE and AGUIRRE are standing in a small clearing, surrounded by rocks. Carved on each of the rocks are carvings in an unknown script. A brief rush of air flows past the pair, startling AGUIRRE.]
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[In the distance, a massive, winged avian creature soars beneath the canopy of leaves. It caws at the two researchers, before flying back through the leaves, towards the open sky.]
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AGUIRRE: It's… beautiful. Even more beautiful in person.
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[KLINE and AGUIRRE begin walking towards the huts in the distance.]
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AGUIRRE: Do you– are you sure it's a good idea to go towards the houses? What if they, you know, attack?
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KLINE: The houses?
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AGUIRRE: No, the people, silly. The rovers never got close enough to find out.
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[Toward the huts, small, green humanoid creatures can be seen walking around and speaking to each other. The creatures are elf-like in appearance, and visibly shorter than either AGUIRRE or KLINE. Their voices are barely audible at such a distance, and not in any currently known language. They do not seem to notice the researchers.]
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AGUIRRE: They’re… kinda cute. Maybe we should try to approach them.
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KLINE: Look who wants to talk to the elves now, huh? The sun's setting soon, I think we should probably look for a place to set up camp. We can investigate a bit tomorrow morning.
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[AGUIRRE and KLINE walk towards a clearing in the distance. Once they arrive, KLINE sets up the tent and camp while AGUIRRE collects samples of the water and foliage.]
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[Once she arrives back at the camp, KLINE sits down on a fallen log and attempts to start the stove. He tries once, but the stove does not light. He tries again, and it still does not light.]
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KLINE: Come on–
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[KLINE tries to light the stove three more times, before giving up.]
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KLINE:[Grunting.] Is this thing broken? Why doesn't it light?
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AGUIRRE: Maybe propane fuel doesn't work here.
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KLINE: Maybe. Note that down, if you could. We're gonna need fire for some of the tests OPCOM sent over. [Pauses.] Firewood'll work, I think. Most of this stuff is wet though, I think I'll have to go a bit deeper to find dry wood. Stay here and man the tent. I'll be back in no time.
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AGUIRRE: Alright. Be safe.
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[KLINE begins towards the forest, away from the clearing and the huts. AGUIRRE enters the newly erected tent and begins setting up various monitoring devices and experiments from a large case on the ground. Extraneous logs have been removed.]
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[At around 2109 hours, AGUIRRE is startled by a loud scream coming from the direction of KLINE. She exits the tent and looks around. By now, the sun has nearly set and the forest is dark. AGUIRRE runs towards the direction of the screams.]
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AGUIRRE: Adam!? Adam!? Can you hear me?
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[There is no response. Another scream is heard. AGUIRRE pulls out her walkie-talkie and radios KLINE.]
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AGUIRRE: Adam, can you hear me? Over.
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[She gets no response. She runs further toward the direction of the screams.]
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AGUIRRE: Adam!
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[In the distance, a pair of glowing red eyes can be seen. A man's body is visible, faintly illuminated by the setting sun, calling for help. As AGUIRRE hesitantly approaches, she can see that it is KLINE.]
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KLINE: Willow! Help!
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AGUIRRE: Adam! I'm coming!
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[The creature holding KLINE can be seen more clearly now. It is a large wolf-like entity with red fur and one large ear on the top of its head. It holds KLINE in its mouth, yet he does not bleed. It growls.]
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AGUIRRE:[Strained, tentatively.] Drop him! Now! Please!
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[The creature begins to run away from AGUIRRE, letting out a loud howl as it does so. She startles and falls to the ground, before standing back up.]
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[AGUIRRE runs towards the creature. However, as she does so, the topology of the landscape shifts, and she now finds herself running perpendicular to the direction of the creature. As they continue further and further from the light of the huts, she encounters more and more spatial anomalies. The creature does not seem to be affected by these.]
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AGUIRRE:[Panting, out of breath.] No, please, no. Come back!
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[The creature runs off towards a mountain in the distance, away from the light, taking KLINE with it.]
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AGUIRRE: Please, someone help! Please!
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[By now, the shouting has alerted the entities from the village of the researchers' presence. A group of seven small, elf-like humanoid creatures have gathered behind AGUIRRE. One of them squeaks. As she turns to acknowledge the sound, she sees them and startles again, once more falling to the ground. She accidentally knocks one of the creatures down as she falls, and it lets out a squeal.]
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AGUIRRE: Oh, god, please. I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you, please.
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[The creatures are short, about 1.5 meters in height, with thin, slender bodies and lacking hair. Long locks of chitinous material extend down from their arms, terminating at their feet. Their faces are vaguely humanoid, with long, distinct features and large, pointed ears on the tops of their heads. A small gold orb floats above each of their heads, providing light. They look down at AGUIRRE. They look up towards the creature in the distance. They begin speaking animately to each other.]
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[After a moment, AGUIRRE tentatively stands up.]
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AGUIRRE: I— what do I… whatever. Screw protocol. Please. Do you know where they went? Can you– can you please help?
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[The entities immediately fall silent. The look towards her. Six of them begin slowing skulking backward– however, one of them stays behind (designated SCP-8444-A1).]
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AGUIRRE: Can you– do you understand English?
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[SCP-8444-A1 does not respond. It stares back at AGUIRRE with a look of confusion and curiosity.]
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AGUIRRE: Wait, no, of course you don't. Hold, on, wait…
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[AGUIRRE attempts to search for the ROSETTA.aic instance in her bag, before realizing that her bag was left at the camp. Instead, she begins gesturing at the entity, making slow hand motions. A look of confusion spreads across SCP-8444-A1's face.]
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AGUIRRE: Okay, this isn't…. Wait. Come with me. Quick.
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[AGUIRRE gestures toward the entity to begin following her as she runs back toward the base. It begins running after her. When she arrives, she begins digging through her backpack and finds the ROSETTA.aic instance. She powers it on and begins speaking.]
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AGUIRRE: Can you hear me? Can you understand? Hello?
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[The device begins translating. SCP-8444-A1 looks up in surprise, before nodding incessantly. It begins to chirp at the device in understanding.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Hello? Yes, yes. I do. You are not one of us. Who are you? What are you? What are you here for?
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AGUIRRE: Oh my god. It worked. I'm a human– that doesn't matter. Please. We have to find my friend. Please, help me find my friend.
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SCP-8444-A1: Who?
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AGUIRRE: My friend. Adam. He looks like me, but… different.
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[SCP-8444-A1 looks up at AGUIRRE with confusion.]
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SCP-8444-A1: "Friend"? I don't understand.
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AGUIRRE: You don't– I guess that doesn't translate well. A fellow human. Someone who looks like me.
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SCP-8444-A1: The one being taken by the Rufus?
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AGUIRRE: The what? What— whatever. Yes! Please help me find him!
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SCP-8444-A1: I do not expect that they will see kindly to a rescue attempt.
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AGUIRRE: Please, I need to. I need him back.
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SCP-8444-A1: You must understand that they are dangerous creatures. Why do you want to save another from an inevitable fate? They will take you as well. They have taken more and more each time.
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AGUIRRE: I– I don't care. He’s my friend. I have to find him, and I can't go alone. I don't know where to go, I don't know how to find him. You must know. Please, help me.
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SCP-8444-A1: It will be dangerous. I have never been to the far lands. Xar is not a forgiving place.
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AGUIRRE: But you know. You know how to get there.
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SCP-8444-A1: I have… seen it, yes.
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AGUIRRE: So why won't you help me?
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I have never journeyed with another before. Any mistake will likely mean death.
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AGUIRRE: Please, just try. Trust me. I'll let you work on your own if you want. It'll be like I'm not even there.
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: So what do you say? Will you help me?
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Alright. Provided you give one favor in return.
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AGUIRRE: What is it?
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SCP-8444-A1: You seem to be an individual of very much means and cunning. You are able to speak the language of the Baba without being taught, you have constructed a shelter without the use of the trees. Please, I ask you this.
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[A faint yell can be heard in the background. AGUIRRE looks up but SCP-8444-A1 does not.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Help protect this town and this land from the beasts. Figure out a way to remove them– to keep them out.
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AGUIRRE: Yes. I– of course. Anything.
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SCP-8444-A1: Good. Is that a deal?
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AGUIRRE: Yes.
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[The two shake hands. SCP-8444-A1's small, slender hands are easily dwarfed by AGUIRRE's.]
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AGUIRRE: How do you suppose we, you know, find him?
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SCP-8444-A1: There is a castle over in the far regions of Xar where the Rufus take their victims. We will need to go up there to rescue him. But we must wait for the next sunrise. It is not safe to go in the dark.
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AGUIRRE: Okay. I'll wait here until morning. Can I find you back at the village, or–
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SCP-8444-A1: Here? It is far too dark here. You will be taken just like the other one.
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AGUIRRE: Where do I go, then?
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SCP-8444-A1: You may… stay with me, in my hut, since you are going to help deal with the Rufus.
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AGUIRRE: I– okay. Thank you.
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SCP-8444-A1: Please do not thank me, kind traveler. What do you call yourself?
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AGUIRRE: Willow. Willow Aguirre.
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SCP-8444-A1: A beautiful name.
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AGUIRRE: You?
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SCP-8444-A1: Baba.
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AGUIRRE: Baba. Baba. Thank you, Baba. Oh, and before I forget. Where are we, exactly?
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SCP-8444-A1: Here? This is the land of Pira.
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[END LOG]
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Because the aperture connecting baseline reality and SCP-8444 had already closed, Willow Aguirre could not contact Site-39 OPCOM to request an exfil operation. Due to this, Aguirre attempted to rescue Adam Kline herself, with help from a local SCP-8444-A instance. Attached below is an excerpt from her personal logs, written that night.
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It really is a beautiful house.
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Like most things magic, it's bigger on the inside. SCP-8444-A1 let me set up my sleeping bag in the main room while it took the upstairs one. There's a warm blue fire in the corner of the house, and a little walled garden on the other side. As I write this, I'm lying down atop a straw/wool cushion in the corner of the room. At least I think it's wool. It's a lot more comfortable than it sounds.
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Apparently, its name is Baba. Actually, all their names are Baba. It's weird. We didn't really talk much. I was absolutely exhausted, and I wasn't really comfortable talking about… anyway. We have a lot to do tomorrow.
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I miss home.
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Forget about all the experiments. The plan for tomorrow is relatively simple. At least it sounds that way, but I know it won't be. We travel north towards a land called Xar. We should get there the day after tomorrow if we travel swiftly. There's a castle there where the Baba keep their prisoners. From there… it's hard to tell.
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I have to stop myself from constantly thinking about Adam. It only makes it worse. But I just can't imagine having to go back through that portal without him.
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We'll find him. We have to.
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Addendum 8444-2: Rescue
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The following morning, Aguirre and SCP-8444-A1 began their mission to rescue Adam Kline. A log has been included below.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[AGUIRRE and SCP-8444-A1 stand at the edge of the village. They are walking toward the direction of a large mountain in the distance. It is bright in the daylight– they are surrounded by thick, colorful foliage, while strange bird-like creatures vocalize from the sky.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you, again. For your help. I know this isn't exactly orthodox, but…
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SCP-8444-A1: Do not mention it. We have a deal, remember?
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AGUIRRE: Right. Yeah. Everything here is so… new.
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SCP-8444-A1: That reminds me. Where are you from, anyway?
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AGUIRRE: I guess I can't talk about the Fou– the people I work with, but I guess I can talk about where I'm from. I– us humans, are from Earth. I live in a home, kind of like your hut, but with other people.
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SCP-8444-A1: There are others in your home?
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AGUIRRE: My mom. My wife Lily.
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SCP-8444-A1: Wife?
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. Like someone you love and choose to spend your life with.
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SCP-8444-A1: “Love”?
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AGUIRRE: Don’t tell me you don’t know what that means either. [Pauses.] Besides, why are you asking me all this anyway?
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SCP-8444-A1: Just… curious.
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: Okay, fine. I’m sorry. It’s just— this is all weird and new to me and I’m just worried for my friend and everything here is just so… different. I’m sorry.
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SCP-8444-A1: Oh.
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AGUIRRE: And I’ve never been one for adventures.
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SCP-8444-A1: Why’s that?
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AGUIRRE: I don’t know… alright, fine. When I was a kid, there was a forest behind our house. One day, I went out with my dad on an adventure to go look for berries. There was a gorge, and he fell down into a river that day. Never learned to swim. We got him out, but… he couldn't walk for weeks. I've always hated heights. That's why I hate adventures. It's like… a death wish.
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SCP-8444-A1: How did you remember all that? From your childhood?
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AGUIRRE: Don't know. I haven't been here long. Well… not long enough to forget, I guess.
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SCP-8444-A1: Was it scary?
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. But afterwards, it was mostly… sad
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SCP-8444-A1: I feel like… as if I am sorry for your sadness.
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. Thank you. That's very kind.
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[AGUIRRE and SCP-8444 are hiking up the side of the mountain, with visible difficulty. The two suns shine directly overhead.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Let me ask you something. Who is this person you care so much to rescue?
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AGUIRRE: I guess I never told you. They're my friend.
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SCP-8444-A1: Perhaps that did not translate well. Who are they? What makes you care so much to rescue them?
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[Silence. AGUIRRE sighs.]
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AGUIRRE: I met him on a project a couple years back— your “rotations”, I guess, and he was my supervisor. That was my first project and it was… absolutely brutal. That was right when my dog died, too— a dog is an animal is humans keep for company. He found me crying in the break room one day and he helped me through it. He taught me how to be… okay and not okay. We've been friends ever since. That’s why he matters to me.
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SCP-8444-A1: Is that what a friend means?
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. Pretty much.
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SCP-8444-A1: That is… it makes me feel warm inside. I hope that makes sense.
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AGUIRRE: I think I get it, yeah.
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[Silence. The pair continue up the mountain. Extraneous logs removed.]
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[SCP-8444-A1 and AGUIRRE have passed the summit of the mountain, and now continue down the northern face. Their pace is much quicker, and AGUIRRE hikes down with difficulty as her backpack weighs her down.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Careful.
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AGUIRRE: Thanks, I–
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[AGUIRRE slips. Her backpack pulls her towards the left as her body slips toward the right. Her right leg strikes a rock and her head falls to the ground. She screams as her right arm bends backward and is crushed under the weight of her backpack.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Oh– Willow! Are you okay?
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AGUIRRE: Jesus– it… [Deep breaths.] God– it hurts so goddamn–
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SCP-8444-A1: Here. Put it down. Careful.
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[SCP-8444-A1 gingerly sets AGUIRRE's arm down on the ground. She closes her eyes in visible pain.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Do not move your arm. Quick. I can set it. This should help with the pain.
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[Beads of sweat drip down AGUIRRE's face.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Hold still.
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AGUIRRE: Wait– no! What are you– what are you about to do?
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SCP-8444-A1: Just a quick spell. You won't even feel it happen.
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AGUIRRE: No, I can't–
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SCP-8444-A1: Do you want to heal or not?
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[AGUIRRE breathes deeply.]
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AGUIRRE: Alright.
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[SCP-8444-A1 places its hands above AGUIRRE's right arm. It closes its eyes. After a moment, bright sparks begin to glow around her arm. AGUIRRE looks over in apprehension before the sparks disappear and SCP-8444-A1 opens its eyes.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Keep your arm still, for a while. Wrap some gauze around it.
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[AGUIRRE reaches into her backpack with her left arm, before wincing in pain and retracting it. SCP-8444-A1 enters AGUIRRE's backpack and pulls out a large roll of gauze. It begins to wrap it around AGUIRRE's right arm.]
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SCP-8444-A1: How are you feeling?
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AGUIRRE: Better. Thank you. I remember when my mom used to sit with me like this when I was sick.
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SCP-8444-A1: Your mom?
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. She– I don't remember much, but I remember that.
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SCP-8444-A1: What were they like?
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AGUIRRE: Kind. Loving. Can't have asked for anyone better. I miss her.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: That word you used again. “Loving.” What does it mean, exactly?
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AGUIRRE: How do I explain this? It’s a word that… have you ever been so strongly infatuated with something before?
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SCP-8444-A1: Perhaps. But never with another.
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AGUIRRE: Hmm. Aren’t you lonely, all by yourself?
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SCP-8444-A1: Not at all.
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AGUIRRE: What makes you get up every morning?
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SCP-8444-A1: …Usually hunger.
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AGUIRRE:[Laughs.] No, seriously.
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SCP-8444-A1: I— I’m not sure. I… I have myself. I have my garden. I have my house.
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AGUIRRE: What else?
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SCP-8444-A1: I have magic. I have memories. [Pauses.] My mother taught me how to string memories when I was very young.
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AGUIRRE: What does that mean?
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SCP-8444-A1: A form of magic. I can string them into books and etch them into stones. I have a collection of memories and stories from when I was small. I have that to keep me company.
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AGUIRRE: That's… that's very nice.
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: I'm not sure I like this, SCP– Baba.
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SCP-8444-A1: Why?
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AGUIRRE: It's… scary. I've never done anything like this before. This is so… so exhausting.
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SCP-8444-A1: I thought you wanted to rescue your… “friend”.
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AGUIRRE: What if he's dead already? What if they take us, too?
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SCP-8444-A1: But what if they are still alive? What if they were waiting for you?
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AGUIRRE: How do you know, though?
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SCP-8444-A1: You cannot know. But we can hope.
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AGUIRRE: How– how?
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SCP-8444-A1: I have memories still strung from my childhood. In my first rotation, my mother did not think I would make it here. Not many Baba do. I would not grow. I could not walk.
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[AGUIRRE looks up toward SCP-8444-A1.]/
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SCP-8444-A1: But my mother kept feeding me. She kept me warm. And in my third cycle, I grew. I made it. I still have that memory hanging from my ceiling.
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AGUIRRE: How?
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SCP-8444-A1: One never knows. One foot in front of another, I suppose. One breath after the next. Just keep moving. Remember your friend.
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[Tentatively, AGUIRRE stands.]
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AGUIRRE: We're coming, Adam.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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As nightfall approached, the pair continued towards Xar.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The camera activates, showing a dark, thick forest. In the distance is a large, black landscape, obscuring the horizon. The pair continue to walk towards it.]
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AGUIRRE: So what is Xar like?
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SCP-8444-A1: Not pleasant. I have only seen glimpses, never the whole thing. I was taught from a very young age that Xar is not a very good place to be. It is said that Xar is where the Rufus take their victims.
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AGUIRRE: How many people– how many Baba, I should say, have actually been to Xar?
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SCP-8444-A1: This rotation? None so far. I have always heard stories, though, from my mother when I was very small. Great tales of warriors entering Xar to unbind a lost child. Stories of Baba taken to Xar who are never heard from again. I heard many stories as a youth. I have not heard any since then.
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AGUIRRE: Don’t you miss them? Don’t you miss your mother?
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SCP-8444-A1: Most of what I remember of her I have stored as strings. They were good memories, but I was not taught to… miss.
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AGUIRRE: Huh. You know, we humans tend to feel a lot of sadness when we leave old friends, old people. I still miss my old friends from, god knows, thirty years ago. I still sometimes miss my dad, too.
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SCP-8444-A1: Is this the "love" thing you were talking about earlier?
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AGUIRRE: I guess. I suppose, yeah. It is love, in a way.
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[Silence. The pair continue walking towards the landscape beyond. After a long silence, AGUIRRE speaks again.]
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AGUIRRE: Does visiting Xar scare you, a bit?
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SCP-8444-A1; Of course it does. You would be a fool not to be scared.
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AGUIRRE: Then why did you agree to help me that night?
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SCP-8444-A1: There are things more important than fear in this world, Willow.
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AGUIRRE: Like what?
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SCP-8444-A1: Easy. Bravery. [Pauses.] Despite all its horribleness, a small part of me has always wanted to see it in person, since I was child. I suppose it was my childhood speaking to you that night.
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AGUIRRE: Well, I'm glad your childhood chose last night to make an appearance. Have you ever seen anyone else get taken by the Rufus?
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[SCP-8444-A1 sighs.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Since I was a child.
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[Silence. They continue to walk. A soft rustling sound can be heard, as AGUIRRE's clothes slide against the tall foliage.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I was thinking about your friend again. I liked that feeling. Even though it was not me experiencing it, I liked it. How do you get a friend?
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AGUIRRE: Well… a friend is someone you love very much, in a different way. Remember what I was talking about earlier, about love?
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SCP-8444-A1: Maybe. But I don't think I quite understand, yet.
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AGUIRRE: Hmm. Well, do you think you've experienced it before? Do you think anyone else has ever loved you?
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SCP-8444-A1: I am… I am not sure if I have. And if I had, I am not sure I would have recognized it. [SCP-8444-A1 pauses to think.] Perhaps my mother’s bond with me was "love", in a way.
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AGUIRRE: What was it like?
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SCP-8444-A1: It was… quiet. We lived together in a hut at the edge of town. It was near the end of the light's reach. We had two rooms– one we ate in, and one we slept in. It was simple. I liked it.
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AGUIRRE: No, what were they like? Your mother.
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SCP-8444-A1: Oh, them? They were… kind. She taught me language during the day and told me stories during the night. She made the best food I ever had. She hugged me when I was sick. It was… nice.
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AGUIRRE: That sounds like love, Baba.
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SCP-8444-A1: Really?
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AGUIRRE: Oh yes. That sounds like love.
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[A bird call is heard in the background.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Maybe it was love.
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[The camera turns to show a view of the black expanse beyond. Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Maybe it was.
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[END LOG]
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By nightfall, SCP-8444-A1 and Aguirre reached the approximate halfway point between the town of Pira and Xar. They set up a simple camp before preparing for the night; Aguirre eating her Foundation-issue rations and SCP-8444-A1 eating a selection of native foods brought from their home. An excerpt from Aguirre's personal logs has been included below.
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Pira is quiet at night.
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Baba and I are taking turns watching the tent. They woke me up for my shift about an hour ago– I figured now would be as good a time as any to write. We agreed that we should head to bed early tonight since we're both exhausted and we have a lot to do tomorrow. I've had no reservations about that. My arm is killing me. Baba's spell helped, but it still hurts like crazy. I'm almost out of painkillers. I don't know what I'm gonna do if it starts hurting even more. Are all expeditions always like this? I hope not.
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Baba told me all about the castle. All about the spells that protect it. Legends they've heard. No one knows for certain– but the castle apparently holds some prejudice against Baba. Let's hope that isn't true. I don't want to have to go alone.
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As much as this place scares me, I'm… finding myself liking it more and more. It's the sort of place that gets more beautiful the more you see it. We passed a ravine today, on the mountain. There were living rocks on the cliffsides and glowing vines hanging from the edges. It's really quite magical. You'd have to see it to believe it.
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Camping kind of sucks. I don't know how Adam did it. Every time he'd get back from a trip he'd spend the next week showering me with tales about all his adventures. I don't know how many of them were entirely true, but… they were interesting, I suppose. Many of them were funny. I appreciated it. And on the days he was gone… I think I missed him. A lot. I missed it when he'd drop by my office with a coffee and pretend to trip and then laugh with me after I realized he was just joking. And then we'd spend the next hour just talking and goofing off, and I'd always get ten items behind on work. But I guess I don't remember the hours that I worked as much as the hours with him, though.
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I miss him. But we're getting close, I can feel it.
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In the early morning hours of 2027/09/03, at exactly 0512 hours, Aguirre was awoken by SCP-8444-A1 to the sounds of screaming.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The camera turns on, showing the dark interior of a tent. The camera rapidly rotates, revealing AGUIRRE; bleary-eyed, but awake. After a moment, she exits the tent, along with the camera.]
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[Outside, the forest is completely dark; only a few nearby trees can be seen, visible from the light of a full moon in the sky. AGUIRRE clicks on a flashlight, fully revealing the exterior of the tent. In the background, SCP-8444-A1 can be heard, screaming.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Willow! Willow! Help!
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[The camera swivels to show SCP-8444-A1, wielding a large stick at a red-haired wolf-like creature. The entity is slowly skulking towards SCP-8444-A1, growling and baring its teeth as it does so. Its eyes shine bright red.]
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AGUIRRE: Oh– oh my god!
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[AGUIRRE backs up slightly. She begins breathing heavily, and starts to move behind the tent.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Please! Help!
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AGUIRRE: What should I do?!
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SCP-8444-A1: Grab a weapon! And get more lights! Anything bright! My light won't last long against it!
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[AGUIRRE stands frozen in place, unresponsive.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Now!
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[AGUIRRE runs back into the tent, grabbing a large rubber tent hammer and a second flashlight. On her way out, she hesitates, before grabbing two emergency flares as well. She runs back towards SCP-8444-A1.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Willow! Shine the lights at it!
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[AGUIRRE turns on the flashlights and shines them at the creature. It groans in discomfort and backs up, rearing up as it does.]
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[After a moment, the creature roars. Now growling even louder than before, it charges towards SCP-8444-A1, eyes illuminating SCP-8444-A1's face. SCP-8444-A1 screams.]
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SCP-8444-A1: It's getting closer!
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[Desperately, AGUIRRE pulls off the caps on one of the flares, wincing as she does so. She points them at the creature's face, rubbing the top of the flare as she does so.]
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[A flash. The flare activates, shooting a jet of sparks at the creature. It rears backward, howling in agony as the bright light blinds its eyes.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Yes!
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[The entity turns back to glace at AGUIRRE, before running away, back into the darkness of the forest.]
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[AGUIRRE turns to face SCP-8444-A1, who is lying on their back in the dirt. They turn to AGUIRRE, and smile.]
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SCP-8444-A1: You did it! You did it, Willow! You saved us! Thank you.
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[AGUIRRE is panting, out of breath.]
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SCP-8444-A1: We're safe now. You did it.
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[AGUIRRE looks up at SCP-8444-A1. Sweat pours down AGUIRRE's face. She places a hand on her chest.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Get some rest. We've got a lot to do today.
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[END LOG]
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At 2027/09/04, Aguirre was awoken by SCP-8444-A1. They consumed a quick breakfast and continued on their way to Xar.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[AGUIRRE and SCP-8444-A1 are outside their tent. AGUIRRE is visibly anxious, glancing behind her shoulder every few seconds as if looking for danger. As they finish packing up the remains of their camp, they begin to walk towards Xar, visible as a dark landscape in the distance.]
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AGUIRRE: So what really are the Rufus, anyway?
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SCP-8444-A1: What do you mean?
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AGUIRRE: If not for prey, why do they do what they do? Why do they take people?
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SCP-8444-A1: That is a good question. The Rufus are… animal. Well– no; we are all animals, you and I. But they are savage. They are beasts. They cannot feel.
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AGUIRRE: What does that mean?
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SCP-8444-A1: You must understand, that in Pira, us Baba have a very important connection with magic. With the arcane. The mysterious. And one of the most important and mysterious magics is that of the soul.
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[Silence. SCP-8444-A1 looks towards AGUIRRE.]
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SCP-8444-A1: You see, all the living creatures in Pira possess a soul. Well, almost all of them. The soul is what gives life– it is what gives feeling. Without it, you believe that even the worst cruelties imaginable are kindness. You lose all sense of right and wrong. You become a monster.
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AGUIRRE: And… let me guess. The Rufus don't have a soul.
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[SCP-8444-A1 nods.]
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SCP-8444-A1: To not possess a soul is the worst abuse by nature any creature could experience. They cannot perform magic; the only magic they possess that that which has been left behind by the rest of the world. They feed on scraps.
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: Is that– is that why they do what they do? Is that what makes them so bad?
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SCP-8444-A1: The soulless are… not able to understand pain. They do not understand what they are doing. They live to… breed, to take, to hunger, not to feel.
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AGUIRRE: They must be able to feel… somewhat, though. Right? Otherwise, why would they do what they do?
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SCP-8444-A1: They feel only by touch– by pain, not by emotion.
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AGUIRRE: That's… sad.
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SCP-8444-A1: The reason the Rufus kidnap Baba is because we are the closest thing they have to a soul. They crave that existence. Without one, they can do terrible things. They want that feeling.
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AGUIRRE: Why don't they have souls in the first place, then? What happened to them?
SCP-8444-A1: A very long time ago– before I even existed– before my mother existed– the Rufus were not what they are now. They were normal creatures, like you and I, and they could perform magic.
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AGUIRRE: What changed?
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SCP-8444-A1: Something came over them. They stole magic from the rest of the world. We went to war. And now… they are no longer the same as they were before. Neither of us are. It was a punishment of the highest degree.
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AGUIRRE: You– you took away their souls?
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SCP-8444-A1: You must understand– they took our magic. They took our livelihood.
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AGUIRRE: And you damned them to a lifetime of pain?
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[SCP-8444-A1 looks down, towards the dirt.]
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SCP-8444-A1: We live in perpetual battle now, after a single act of greed that occurred eons ago.
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AGUIRRE: Do you forgive them?
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SCP-8444-A1: I– how?
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[SCP-8444-A1 looks up.]
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AGUIRRE: Let's see. If you could, would you bring them out of their misery?
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SCP-8444-A1: I… I have never considered such a thing. I– the pain they endure must be… must be terrible.
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AGUIRRE: Would you show them love? Would you let them back in?
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[Tears are visible in SCP-8444-A1's eyes.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I have never shown… love before. I– don't know how.
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AGUIRRE: Simple. Show that you care. Extend that kindness your mother showed you.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I would.
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AGUIRRE: You have a good heart, Baba.
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[The pair begin walking again. After a long silence, AGUIRRE speaks.]
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AGUIRRE:[Quietly.] And there's no way to bring them back?
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SCP-8444-A1: Not that I know of.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Well, I suppose, there is always… one way.
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AGUIRRE: What is it?
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SCP-8444-A1: I have never seen it happen– in fact, no one I know will tell you about this, but there have been old legends of… intense deeds of mutual kindness giving them back a soul. Well, at least, the Rufus can share one.
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AGUIRRE: Really? That works?
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SCP-8444-A1: I do not think it is real. They are all legends. I do not know how it could even occur in nature.
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AGUIRRE: But all legends have their roots in fact, don't they?
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[Silence. The pair continue to walk.]
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AGUIRRE: Right?
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[A pause.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Never let anyone or anything take away your soul, Willow. Never let them take away your ability to wonder. Never let them take away your ability to feel.
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[A pause.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Without it, you have nothing.
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[END LOG]
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At 2011 hours, SCP-8444-A1 and Aguirre approached the end of the tree line, marking the apparent boundary between Pira and Xar. They set up camp for a final night; an excerpt from Aguirre's personal logs has been included below.
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We're at Xar now.
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It's getting pretty dark, so we're going in the morning. I wasn't sure if the darkness was because of the time, or if it was because of where we were, but it's… unnaturally dark. My watch stopped working when we reached the border, so I'm guessing the latter. We're going to get to the castle early next morning; Baba says that's the best time to go since the Rufus will be tired.
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Oh, and speaking of Baba. They were quiet tonight. No talking, just… silence. I hope they're doing okay. Maybe this place is starting to get to them. But I think they'll be okay. I'll be okay.
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We have to be.
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At 0421 hours, the pair began walking through Xar toward a large black castle in the distance. Anomalous suppression of visible light was observed throughout the region.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Extraneous logs removed. SCP-8444-A1 and AGUIRRE are visible walking in the darkness towards a large castle in the distance, situated on a tall hill. The land is barren; the pair walk on dark black soil with small patches of white and gray. Small, decaying shrubs dot the landscape, alongside dead skeletons of vaguely humanoid origin. Glowing red-hot pockets of magma are visible in between the large, eroded rocks on the surface. In the distance, a thick black mist envelops the terrain.]
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AGUIRRE: Are you sure it's… okay to walk here? There's lava all over the place. It's so dark.
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[SCP-8444-A1 is silent.]
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AGUIRRE: Baba?
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SCP-8444-A1: Just be careful.
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AGUIRRE: Okay, yeah. [Pauses.] That thing looks like a prison.
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[AGUIRRE points to the castle in the distance. SCP-8444-A1 does not respond, and instead stares out at the landscape. After a moment, AGUIRRE glaces towards SCP-8444-A1. It gazes in horror at the skeletons littering the ground.]
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AGUIRRE: C'mon. We'll be fine. They can't hurt us.
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[Silence. A howl is audible in the distance. SCP-8444-A1 cowers slightly and visibly cringes.]
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[The pair pass by a skeleton on the ground. It is vaguely humanoid, with small bits of flesh still not yet decayed, clinging to the side of the bone. Its face is still partially visible, contorted in a look of agony. A dirty, light blue towel covers a portion of their lower torso. It is embroidered with a cloud.]
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[SCP-8444-A1 bends down to take a closer look at the skeleton. After a second, its face stretches into a look of horror.]
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SCP-8444-A1: It's… they're Baba.
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[Silence. SCP-8444-A1 continues to examine the skeleton. After a moment, SCP-8444-A1 exclaims in horror.]
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SCP-8444-A1: They are all… oh my goodness. I– I knew….
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[SCP-8444-A1 begins to choke up and sob.]
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AGUIRRE: Hey, hey. It's okay. What's… what's wrong? You can tell me. It's just a skeleton. It can't hurt you.
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SCP-8444-A1: It is not that, it is just that… please, no. I don't want to see any more.
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AGUIRRE: What do you mean?
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SCP-8444-A1: No. I don't want to go further. Please. No more.
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AGUIRRE: We've gotten so far. We can't just– just turn back. Just tell me what's going on.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: What if we caught, Willow? What if they get us? What if we get turned into a skeleton like that?
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AGUIRRE: Hey, I thought you weren't scared of them. You'll be okay.
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SCP-8444-A1: Will we?
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AGUIRRE: Hey, you can do this. Just keep walking.
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SCP-8444-A1: Keep walking.
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AGUIRRE: Yeah. One leg in front of the other. One breath at a time.
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[A pause. SCP-8444-A1 takes a shaky breath and looks up at AGUIRRE.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I am sorry, there is just… so much to take in.
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AGUIRRE: Yeah? Talk to me about it.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Something took my mother when I was very small. I barely remember it.
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AGUIRRE: Oh my god– was it… was it a Rufus?
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SCP-8444-A1: I do not know. [Pauses.] I have never known what love feels like. Not since, well…
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AGUIRRE: But you have. And it was good, wasn't it? It was good.
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SCP-8444-A1: It was good.
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[A pause.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I am just worried that one of these, one of these nameless skeletons will be my mother.
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AGUIRRE: That must be hard. It's okay, though. We'll just keep walking. And we'll make sure that if one of them is, you can take her home.
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[SCP-8444-A1 nods. They slowly stand up again and face the castle.]
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AGUIRRE: Ready to keep walking?
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SCP-8444-A1: Yes.
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AGUIRRE: Let's go find Adam.
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[END LOG]
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At 0752, they reached the bottom of the hill, having successfully avoided detection.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[AGUIRRE and SCP-8444-A1 are stood in front of a large blackened hill. The hill begins at a shallow incline but begins to visibly steepen towards the top. At the top of the hill is a castle, finally visible and unobscured by fog. It is a long, black, triangular building, constructed from an unknown gray material, formed into bricks. On each corner of the castle, there sits a tall black turret, providing a view of the landscape below.]
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[AGUIRRE steps onto the hill as SCP-8444-A1 follows behind. Slowly, she begins to climb.]
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AGUIRRE: Damn, that's steep.
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[AGUIRRE slowly moves up the hill, followed closely by SCP-8444-A1. AGUIRRE's large backpack visibly hinders her movement as she struggles to find footholds.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Here. [SCP-8444-A1 gestures towards a rock cropping out from the side of the hill.] Put your foot here.
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[The pair continue up the hill, silently. AGUIRRE is audibly panting. At approximately the halfway point, an entity is visible at the top of the hill. It howls, however, it does not appear to notice either SCP-8444-A1 or AGUIRRE.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Quick! Get to the side. Stay quiet.
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AGUIRRE: Okay, okay, I– Whoa!
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[AGUIRRE loses her footing on the rock and tumbles down a few meters, finally catching herself with her hand. After a moment, she stands back up, black dirt covering her face.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Are you okay?
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AGUIRRE: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, it's just… [AGUIRRE glances up at SCP-8444-A1, then looks slightly behind it.]
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[A small group of red-haired entities has gathered at the top of the hill. They appear to have noticed the pair, and begin growling at them.]
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AGUIRRE: Run!
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[SCP-8444-A1 glances behind itself at the group of entities, before running down the hill towards AGUIRRE.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Look! Over there! [SCP-8444-A1 points at a small cave on the side of the hill.]
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[The pair begin running towards the cave, carefully attempting to keep their balance as they do so.]
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AGUIRRE: Hide!
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[They enter the cave, hiding and pressing their backs to the walls of the cave. The inside of the cave is dark and smooth, and the floor is covered in small puddles. Fluid drips off the ceiling, gathering at stalactites. The ceiling is low and cramped, and AGUIRRE's head barely scrapes the ceiling.]
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[AGUIRRE pulls out a small handheld flashlight from her bag and turns it on. It illuminates the walls of the cave, made of a dark, metallic rock. AGUIRRE looks towards SCP-8444-A1. They both nod.]
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[The pair walk through the cave, which continues straight for ~25 meters before veering sharply left.]
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AGUIRRE: That looks like it goes towards the castle. Maybe there's an entrance somewhere.
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SCP-8444-A1: Good idea.
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[AGUIRRE passes by a small metal trapdoor, embedded into the ceiling of the cave. She whistles in satisfaction.]
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AGUIRRE: That looks like it.
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[AGUIRRE places a hand on the trapdoor and tries to open the latch.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Can you open it?
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AGUIRRE: I think so, I–
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[A loud clang is audible as the trapdoor suddenly opens, revealing a dark chamber beyond. AGUIRRE steps back in surprise, before shining her flashlight into the hole.]
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AGUIRRE: There's a light at the very end of it. I think that leads to the castle. [Pauses.] Here. You go first.
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[AGUIRRE lifts SCP-8444-A1 by the legs and hoists it up to the hole.]
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AGUIRRE: Ooh. Okay. Here we go.
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[SCP-8444-A1 reaches up into the trapdoor chamber and hoists itself up.]
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AGUIRRE: You got it?
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SCP-8444-A1: Yeah, I–
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[A flash of light engulfs the camera view. SCP-8444-A1 screams and falls to the floor of the cave. A burn is visible on the side of its arm.]
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AGUIRRE: Oh my god, are you okay!?
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SCP-8444-A1: What happened?
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AGUIRRE: You reached up into it, and…
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SCP-8444-A1: It blocked me from going in. Something kept me out. Something…
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AGUIRRE: You said the castle has something against Baba, right? Some sort of safety mechanism?
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SCP-8444-A1: Yes… then it must be… the spell.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: There is a spell on the castle preventing Baba from entering without being bound. The Rufus cannot perform magic, but this castle used to be a prison for Baba after the Thousand Rotations War. After the war, the Rufus took the castle for their own. If I am not bound by the Rufus, I cannot enter the castle.
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AGUIRRE: What?! Then how are we supposed to rescue Adam?
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SCP-8444-A1: I only mentioned Baba. Other creatures can go in… unharmed.
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[AGUIRRE begins taking long, slow breaths.]
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SCP-8444-A1: You can do this, Willow.
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AGUIRRE: No. No. I can’t go alone, I— I don’t even know where they’re hiding him!
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SCP-8444-A1: Do you want to find your friend or not?
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[Silence.]
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SCP-8444-A1: You can do this, Willow. I believe in you.
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AGUIRRE: What if I get taken? What if they see me?
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SCP-8444-A1: Then you run like hell.
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[AGUIRRE smiles.]
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AGUIRRE: Hey, you used it right.
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[A pause.]
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AGUIRRE: What are you gonna do when I’m gone?
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SCP-8444-A1: I will stay here. Keep the Rufus away. Find a way out for you.
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AGUIRRE: You promise?
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SCP-8444-A1: Promise. Just stay quiet. Put one foot in front of the other.
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[SCP-8444-A1 smiles.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you.
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SCP-8444-A1: Anything for my best friend.
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AGUIRRE: You used that right, too.
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SCP-8444-A1: You got this. Now go!
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[After a second, AGUIRRE leaps into the trapdoor and begins to climb. She struggles for a moment, before dropping her backpack down the tunnel. SCP-8444-A1 catches it, and she continues to climb.]
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[AGUIRRE slowly ascends the chamber, placing her back against the side of the tunnel and her feet on the other side. Gradually, she climbs until she reaches the halfway point between the trapdoor and the supposed entrance to the castle. She stops to take a long, deep breath.]
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AGUIRRE: I passed the enchantment.
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[AGUIRRE continues to climb, until SCP-8444-A1 and the trapdoor are no longer visible.]
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[At last, she reaches the top trapdoor. The trapdoor is closed and constructed similarly to the trapdoor below. Water drips from the top onto AGUIRRE. She places the camera through a gap in the door.]
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[Visible from the top of the trapdoor is a long, dark hallway. It is completely empty, save for torches lining the walls periodically. The torches emit a dim, blue light. It is completely silent.]
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[After a moment, AGUIRRE opens the trapdoor with a loud creak and hoists herself through. She is visibly exhausted, and pauses to take a breath, before quickly closing the trapdoor and looking around.]
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[AGUIRRE runs to the side of the hallway, towards a small outcropping of bare rock. She hides behind it, as a large red-haired entity can be seen crawling past on a far hallway. She gasps, then covers her mouth with a hand.]
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AGUIRRE: Oh, god.
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[After the creature is no longer visible, she quietly walks past the outcropping to a hallway extending out on her right.]
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[There, a number of cells lined with iron bars are visible, but all empty. She gasps again.]
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AGUIRRE:[Whispering, to herself.] Where are you Adam, come on…
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[She begins to silently run down the hallway, towards another set of cells. She inhales quickly in surprise. There, inside the cells are dozens of green humanoid creatures, similar in appearance to SCP-8444-A1 (designated SCP-8444-A2 through A27). They are all visibly exhausted and starving, many too tired to acknowledge her presence. One of them (designated SCP-8444-A4) speaks.]
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AGUIRRE: I– where's Adam?
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SCP-8444-A4:[Quietly.] Help, please.
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AGUIRRE: I don't know if I can–
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SCP-8444-A6:[Weakly.] Please.
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AGUIRRE: Have any of you seen a man? A human man?
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[They shake their heads.]
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AGUIRRE: Okay, I– [Pauses.] Can you all run?
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SCP-8444-A3: All but one.
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AGUIRRE: Okay, carry them. I'm going to open this door, and then you're all gonna run.
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[She quickly tries to pull open one of the cell doors, but it does not budge. She tries again, and a flash of green sparks flies out from the padlock. AGUIRRE winces in pain as her right arm struggles against the door. One of the creatures inside the cells speaks (designated SCP-8444-A2).]
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AGUIRRE:[Breathing heavily.] I– I can't…
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SCP-8444-A2: It will not open to your hand. It is magically locked.
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AGUIRRE: What's the metal made of? [Pauses.] Only one way to find out.
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[AGUIRRE pulls a magnesium flare out from her backpack and points it at the lock. It begins to burn, then glows red-hot.]
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[In the distance, footsteps are faintly audible, but getting closer.]
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SCP-8444-A12: They are close, they are almost here. You must work faster.
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[AGUIRRE points the flare even closer to the metal, and at last, the lock chips off cleanly. The entities in the cell begin to cheer, but quickly grow silent as SCP-8444-A2 gives them a stern look.]
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[Gingerly, AGUIRRE pries the door open with her arm. She winces and struggles against it. The footsteps grow louder.]
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SCP-8444-A9: Please, quicker!
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[AGUIRRE continues trying to pull, but after a few moments, she cannot bear the pain.]
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AGUIRRE: I– I can't…
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SCP-8444-A3: You can do it. Please. We need you.
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AGUIRRE: I– I can do this. God… it– I can do it.
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[Finally, AGUIRRE tries one last time to open the door. She places her arms on the door and begins to pull. She winces as tears nearly flow from her eyes.]
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AGUIRRE: Just… a little further.
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[At last, it opens with a loud bang.]
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AGUIRRE: Yeah! Let's go! Quickly, run!
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[In the distance, the source of the footsteps are now visible. A group of three red-haired creatures are seen at the end of the hallway, ~100 meters away. They approach rapidly.]
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AGUIRRE: Run!
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[The group of SCP-8444-A1-like entities begins running towards the other end of the hallway, which breaks off into two separate routes. The creatures all turn left.]
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[As the creatures approach closer, AGUIRRE, too, begins to run. She looks back at the creatures, throwing the half-burned flare in their direction. They cower.]
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[AGUIRRE turns left at the junction and follows the rest of the creatures. There, at the end of the hall, is SCP-8444-A1, holding a large gate open outside.]
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AGUIRRE: Baba!
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[All the creatures turn to look at AGUIRRE.]
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AGUIRRE: No– them!
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SCP-8444-A1: WIllow! Where is your friend?
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AGUIRRE: I don't know, I–
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SCP-8444-A1: Keep searching! Check the western wing!
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[As the rest of the creatures exit the castle, AGUIRRE stops just before the entrance gate, and turns right to begin running in the direction of another hallway.]
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[She continues running, still chased by a group of red-haired wolf-like entities.]
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AGUIRRE: Throw them off, throw them off…
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[AGUIRRE turns left, then right, then left again through a large maze of hallways. A man's voice is barely audible in the distance.]
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MAN: I hear… I hear… Willow. Is that you?
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AGUIRRE: Adam! I'm coming!
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MAN: Help, please. Help.
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[AGUIRRE begins running in the direction of the voice, getting louder as she continues. The footsteps and growls of the creatures get quieter as she continues.]
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AGUIRRE: Adam! It's you!
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[At the end of a hallway, KLINE is finally visible, held in the mouth of one of the large, wolf-like creatures. It growls, releasing a large amount of spit onto KLINE's body.]
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[AGUIRRE pulls out another flare from her backpack and pulls the cap off, grunting in pain as she does so. She aims it at the creature. It winces. As it backs up quickly, its leg catches on the corner of a wall and it trips. Red blood visibly pools from the side of its leg, onto the floor.]
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AGUIRRE: Hey! Drop him! Now!
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[The creature backs up slightly, away from AGUIRRE, limping as it does so. It winces in pain again.]
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AGUIRRE: Now! Don't hurt him! I mean it!
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[The creature turns and begins to run, limping as its back leg touches the ground. It drips blood onto the floor. AGUIRRE follows quickly behind, as they continue through a maze of corridors. The creature begins to slow down as its injury begins to hinder its ability to run. Finally, the creature runs up a large set of blackened stairs, through another section of hallways, stopping at last at a swinging bridge. It collapses in pain.]
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[The bridge is badly damaged, unable to hold the weight of even a single person. It is missing most of its steps, and the ropes on the side are frayed. Behind the bridge stands another turret of the castle. Stars shine brightly from the dark sky, illuminating the scene. The creature turns to look at AGUIRRE.]
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AGUIRRE: Oh… oh god. It’s so— it’s so high.
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[AGUIRRE begins to breathe heavily and shudders.]
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AGUIRRE: Okay. Just… one foot in front of the other.
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[AGUIRRE takes a deep breath and steadies herself. She walks closer, cornering the creature on the bridge. It growls at AGUIRRE.]
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AGUIRRE: Let him go! Please!
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[The creature grunts in response. It bares its teeth at AGUIRRE. She does not step away.]
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AGUIRRE: Please, don't hurt him, I– I'll do anything! I can– I can give you your soul back.
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[The creature is silent, then tilts its head slightly.]
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AGUIRRE: I just want my friend back, please!
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[Sounds of wind howling.]
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[The creature steps forward slightly. AGUIRRE holds out her right hand. The creature moves closer, and AGUIRRE pets it.]
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AGUIRRE: You have a big heart. I know that. You have a shattered soul, but there's something in there. Baba forgives you. I forgive you.
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[Silence. AGUIRRE rests her hand on the creature's head.]
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AGUIRRE: You must be in so much pain right now. You don't deserve this, do you?
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[The creature looks down towards KLINE.]
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[It looks up towards AGUIRRE. AGUIRRE pulls out a roll of gauze from her pocket and begins to patch the creature's leg.]
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AGUIRRE: I can't imagine how much that must hurt. To not be able to feel. To not possess a soul.
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[The creature begins to whimper.]
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: But I love you. I forgive you. You can get your soul back. I know it. It's old magic, but you still can.
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[The creature looks down for a moment, then up at AGUIRRE. It turns its head slowly. Finally, the creature bows its head down, placing KLINE on the ground. He coughs.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you.
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[AGUIRRE walks forward towards the creature, who sits and turns to face the ground.]
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AGUIRRE: You are so kind. You have a big heart.
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KLINE: Willow?
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AGUIRRE: Thank god, Adam. You're alive.
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[KLINE slowly sits up.]
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AGUIRRE: Are you okay? Are–
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[Behind them, a group of wolf-like creatures has gathered at the end of the hallway. They try to approach, before suddenly stepping back, looks of confusion and bewilderment on their faces.]
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KLINE: I'm okay, just–
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[Suddenly, a flash of blue light envelops the camera, as a shooting star arcs through the dark sky. It pauses directly above the castle before it begins to descend onto the wolf-like creature next to KLINE.]
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KLINE: What is that?
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AGUIRRE: I don't know.
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[The wolf-like creature looks upwards at the blue ball of light, now shrunk to only the size of a small soccer ball, no more than 20 cm in diameter.]
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[After a moment, the ball of light hovers above the wolf-like creature's body, before entering its chest. AGUIRRE audibly gasps, but the creature only closes its eyes and breathes deeply.]
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[Silence.]
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[The creature opens its eyes. They are now amber-orange, with a blue tint in the corner. It stands, walks to AGUIRRE, and sits.]
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AGUIRRE: It's– it's you. You have a soul.
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[The group of creatures in the castle begin to growl, slowly prowling towards AGUIRRE. The wolf-like creature next to AGUIRRE growls back, but the three creatures do not stop. AGUIRRE begins to back up. She reaches into her pocket for a flare, but it is empty.]
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AGUIRRE: No— no, stay back!
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[The creatures continue to approach her. She continues to back up. Suddenly, her right foot slips at the edge of the tower, and she trips backwards, onto the swinging bridge. She screams. She catches the edge of the tower with her hands, as the rest of her body dangles off the edge.]
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AGUIRRE: Help! Please!
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[KLINE attempts to crawl towards AGUIRRE, but winces in pain. The creatures continue to approach, growling.]
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AGUIRRE: Help!
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[Suddenly, AGUIRRE gasps.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Willow! Hold on!
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[SCP-8444-A1 appears on the other side of the tower, climbing the large black rocks forming the wall. It climbs towards AGUIRRE, still dangling on the edge of the wall.]
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AGUIRRE: Baba!
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SCP-8444-A1: I’ll hold them off!
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[SCP-8444-A1 pulls out a Foundation-issue flare.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I took it from your bag! I hope that's–
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AGUIRRE: No— yeah! Just save us!
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[SCP-8444-A1 points the flare at the creatures. Before even lighting it, they begin to run away.]
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[SCP-8444-A1 climbs up the tower and hoists AGUIRRE up.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you!
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[AGUIRRE climbs back onto the stone tower.]
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SCP-8444-A1: Anything for my best friend.
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[AGUIRRE smiles.]
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AGUIRRE: How far you’ve come.
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SCP-8444-A1: Come on, Willow. Bring your friend. Let us go home.
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[A pause.]
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AGUIRRE: What about the deal? I still have to help you with the Rufus.
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SCP-8444-A1: Willow, you have helped more than you could ever dream of. You gave it a soul.
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[SCP-8444-A1 gestures to the wolf-like creature sitting by KLINE.]
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AGUIRRE: It's only one.
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SCP-8444-A1: One is more than I thought could ever have a soul. You… you saved it. You have done so much more than I ever expected. Not just for us, but for… for me, too.
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[The wind whistles through the bridge.]
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SCP-8444-A1: There is a group waiting for you. Let us go.
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[A pause. The wolf-like entity wraps its head in AGUIRRE's arms. AGUIRRE smiles.]
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SCP-8444-A1: It's time to go home.
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[END LOG]
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Willow Aguirre and Adam Kline successfully reached the town of Pira on 2027/09/06. On 2027/09/07, the gate to SCP-8444 reopened and the pair were successfully extracted. A log from their extraction is available below.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The camera activates, showing the exit portal in SCP-8444. AGUIRRE holds the camera, while KLINE is seated on a rock, his right leg in a makeshift cast constructed from clay and sticks. He holds a makeshift crutch in his hand. They are surrounded by a large group of SCP-8444-A1-like creatures, all chattering amongst themselves. SCP-8444-A1 stands next to AGUIRRE. AGUIRRE speaks to it.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you. For helping us.
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KLINE: Yeah, thank you. I don't know how to thank you, I–
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SCP-8444-A1: No, no, thank you. Your friend has helped me more than you know. [To AGUIRRE.] Thank you.
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[A pause.]
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SCP-8444-A1: I guess this is goodbye?
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AGUIRRE: I don't know. We may be meeting again sooner than you expect.
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SCP-8444-A1: Well, until then… It has been a great pleasure meeting you.
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AGUIRRE: You as well.
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[Silence.]
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AGUIRRE: I have… one question for you, though.
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SCP-8444-A1: Yes?
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AGUIRRE: How have the Baba never found this portal? Why have you never entered them?
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SCP-8444-A1: They have never harmed or helped us. We do not interfere with what does not affect us.
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AGUIRRE: Huh. Until now, I guess.
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SCP-8444-A1: Until now.
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[The portal begins to glow a bright green color. The crowd stops chattering and steps back. AGUIRRE turns to KLINE, and holds out a hand as he stands up. Radio chatter is audible over AGUIRRE's walkie-talkie.]
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COMMAND: Aguirre, Kline, do you copy?
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AGUIRRE: We do, Command.
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COMMAND: Thank god. I mean– yeah. The aperture is steady, diameter three point five. You are free to extract.
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[AGUIRRE turns to SCP-8444-A1 as they and KLINE step towards the portal. SCP-8444-A1 smiles. A howl is audible in the distance from wolf-like entity sitting at the treeline. Its blue eyes sparkle against the camera's lens.]
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AGUIRRE: Thank you.
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SCP-8444-A1: See you soon.
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[They step through the aperture. The image inside SCP-8444 becomes distorted and blurry before it is no longer visible at all. The sound of the crowd fades.]
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[Exploration ends.]
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[END LOG]
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Following the exploration, Aguirre exited with minor injuries, and Kline was treated for minor dehydration and malnutrition, along with a broken leg.
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In 2028, the SCP-8444 research team, in conjunction with the Department of Interdimensional Relations, established an SCP-8444 forward operating base and established communications and diplomatic relations with the SCP-8444-A population. Dr. Willow Aguirre was selected to be the Foundation's primary contact point for SCP-8444 affairs.
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