Special Containment Procedures: SCP-029 is to be incarcerated in a Class 5 containment cell. She is to be allowed access to nothing of a physical nature. Her containment cell is to be placed behind a triple airlock, to avoid her escape. As of Incident 029-34a, SCP-029 is no longer to be fed, as she does not appear to need sustenance to survive. There are to be three (3) guards on duty at all times on her cell, and two (2) guards on monitor duty.
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Floodlights have been installed in the walls of the containment chamber, and are to be on at all times. Once a month the chamber is to be cleaned and checked for defects.
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Under absolutely no circumstances are any men to encounter SCP-029 in any manner. Any males who do encounter SCP-029 are to be held under Class 3 detention for interviewing before termination.
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SCP-029 has requested:
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A bed (Denied)
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A blanket (Denied)
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Books (Denied)
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Clothes (Denied)
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This is ridiculous! The girl can't even have clothes? We are not animals, let her cover herself! -Dr. Ericka Bodeen
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Dr. Bodeen, you are granted permission to deliver clothes to SCP-029. -Dr. Light
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As of incident 029-53b, anyone who has potential access to SCP-029 is required to first watch Surveillance Tape 029-Bodeen, as a reminder of threats involved when working with SCP items and SCP-029 in particular.
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Description: SCP-029 appears to be a pubescent female of Asiatic-Indian descent. She appears to suffer from alopecia universalis. Over 80% of her pigmentation is a true black, while the rest of her skin has a complete lack of melanin, to the point of albinism. Her eyes are also a dark black in color.
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SCP-029 has severe homicidal tendencies and has displayed a remarkable ability to use any item as a weapon. However, she has a severe compulsion against shedding blood, preferring instead to strangle her victims. SCP-029 has demonstrated dexterity and physical reactions four (4) times as fast as the average human. SCP-029 has also displayed extensive resistance to damage of all forms. Both of these extra human abilities are greatly hampered in the presences of bright or direct light, natural or artificial. In addition, any males who come within the presence of SCP-029, an area defined by her current perception, find themselves pliant to her will. Such males become willing to kill or even die for SCP-029.
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SCP-029 refers to herself as ████████, which roughly translates to 'Daughter of Darkness,' 'Daughter of Shadows,' or 'Daughter of Night.' Interviews with SCP-029 have proven difficult to conduct, due to SCP-029's constant attempts to kill or convert all who speak with her. Over her years of captivity, the black patches on her skin have increased in size.
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SCP-029 was first brought to the Foundation's attention by an Agent working in rural India. An attempt on his life led him to a small cult of men who claimed to be 'Thuggees,' in service to the Daughter. Several weeks of investigation proved that they believed the world to be in the last years of the 'Kali Yuga,' and that by sacrificing one million lives to the Daughter of Darkness, they could raise their Goddess and end the world. They also believed that only sacrifices performed through strangulation added to this tally. Events led the agent to their mountain fortress, where he discovered SCP-029. After the loss of said Agent, [DATA EXPUNGED], which ended in our acquisition of SCP-029.
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Addendum: Seven (7) years after capture, SCP-029 began showing anomalous growth in her black pigmentation. When questioned about it, she claimed her 'followers were on the move once more.' Investigation led us to a concentration of so-called 'Thuggees' that had escaped our initial foray. After discovering that all her followers were there for one of their holy days, a tactical air strike was called in. When the first bomb dropped, SCP-029 awoke from slumber, screaming at the top of her lungs. SCP-029 continued to scream for the next four (4) hours, ranting and raving that we were 'killing her people.' Since said event, the growth of black pigmentation has stopped completely. Also since said event, SCP-029 has redoubled her efforts to escape. SCP-2820 has been proposed as a possible method of neutralization should the situation worsen.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-1028 are to be kept in a large free-flight aviary. When needed, the feeders are to be filled with seed and berries. Once a week, the insect, earthworm, and snail population of the aviary should be checked, with more being introduced as needed. Care is to be taken to ensure that all specimens remain fairly calm, and any flora species or variety not accounted for in the building of the aviary is to be removed and incinerated, as per Addendum 01.
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Wild instances should be caught or killed. Standard traps used for the capture of similarly sized birds are suggested. Live captured specimens are to be transported individually and released into the aviary. Killed instances should be preserved and brought to the lab at Site-██ for dissection by staff researchers.
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Description: SCP-1028 is a previously unknown species of Passerine (songbirds), with some aspects of physiology, size, and genetics pointing towards an inclusion in Family Sturnidae (Starlings). All discovered instances have had brilliant iridescent plumage. There is no uniformity to the color of the individual instances, leading some to suspect that SCP-1028 is actually several subspecies, each with a different dominating color. No sexual dimorphism has been observed in the species. Instances of SCP-1028 produce the usual complement of songs, calls, and vocalizations usual to their order. Most calls produced by specimens have no effect on other animals, and many humans find them pleasant to hear.
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The unusual properties of SCP-1028 appear strongest when a large flock are observed flying. When a flock of 25 or more instances are flying together, the flock appears to scintillate, creating a dazzling effect on observers. This dazzling effect is not limited to human observers, as dogs, cats, foxes, and other predators have been observed to act in a stunned manner when passed by a large enough flock.
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The sharp, high pitched mobbing call produced by instances has a similar effect to the flocking. It not only calls more instances to the area, but also induces a dazed effect in predatory species. Affected individuals claim to have observed flashes of light punctuating each call.
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Those affected by either form of dazing enter a state of altered perception, lasting for a length of time proportional to the time spent viewing or hearing instances.
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The existence of SCP-1028 was brought to the attention of the Foundation when a large traffic accident occurred in ████████, ██ which resulted in ██ casualties, and ██ hospitalizations. None of the witnesses saw the accident, but all reported seeing a multicolored flock of birds. An interview with one of the witnesses is reproduced below.
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Interview Log 1028-03
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Interviewed: Eyewitness to flock of SCP-1028
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Interviewer: Dr. ███████
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Foreword: One of the surviving eyewitnesses to the flock that brought SCP-1028 to the Foundation's attention.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. ███████: Can you tell me what happened the afternoon we found you in ████?
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Subject: I was walking down the street, you know? And suddenly this big flock of birds was flying overhead. They were brilliant! I swear, they were every color imaginable. They seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the light. They got so bright, I had a hard time looking at them after a while. But I couldn't stop staring.
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Dr. ███████: What happened then?
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Subject: (Nervous laughter) You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
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Dr. ███████: I'm very open minded. I really would like to hear what happened next.
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Subject: There was a sudden flash of light, and when I looked around me, everyone was gone.
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Dr. ███████: Gone? Please explain.
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Subject: The buildings were still there, and the parked cars, but there was nobody driving in the street. Nobody around at all. And the buildings and parked cars? They had plants growing on them. Like, you know how kudzu or ivy covers everything? Well, this was like that, but the plants were weird.
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Dr. ███████: In what sense?
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Subject: The colors were, um, wrong.
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Dr. ███████: If at all possible, please go into more detail.
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Subject: (Nervous laughter) The leaves weren't green. They were blue, or purple. There were these flower-like things. No, they were like dandelion puffs, but more cage-like. I know, it sounds crazy, or like I had an acid flashback or something. But, really, for a while I was wandering around in the same neighborhood, but completely alone, and with these weird plants growing on everything. But after a while, people and things started to fade back in. And suddenly, I saw that there was this massive traffic accident. Cars had crashed, people had been hit, chaos everywhere.
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Dr. ███████: And what did you think of that experience?
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Subject: That I was lucky I didn't wander into the street.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: The subject was given a class-B amnestic and released.
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Addendum 01: It appears that when instances of SCP-1028 are in distress for a prolonged period of time, an emergence of one or more sprouts of unusually-colored flora begin to grow in the vicinity of the distressed animal. Regardless of what species an emergent sprout resembles, all grow at a rate similar to that of Pueraria lobata (kudzu). Individuals who have been exposed to both the effect of specimens and have seen the outgrowths claim a resemblance between the new plants and what they saw while affected. In light of this, new procedures have been added to containment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1083 is to be stored in a containment locker at Site 38 when not in use. SCP-1083 is to be transported to and from its locker only by junior researchers with no previous history of violent behavior, and only while wearing protective gloves. Under no circumstances are personnel with Level 2 or higher clearance to come into contact with SCP-1083. Testing with D-class personnel is prohibited due to lack of relevant data collected during experimentation. All personnel coming into contact with SCP-1083 are to be immediately debriefed and sent for psychological counseling.
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Description: SCP-1083 is a blue-tinted piece of quartz in the shape of a deformed human skull, 15kg in weight and with dimensions of 20cm in height, 30cm in length, and 12cm in width. The skull demonstrates no anomalous properties except when held by a single person in both hands.
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When held with both hands, subjects exposed to SCP-1083 will experience a sudden, massive increase in neural activity for 1-3 seconds (confirmed by EEG analysis). Afterwards, non-D-class subjects will in most (87%) cases experience massive personality changes from their previous state. Affected subjects typically register a decrease in IQ score of between █-██ points, rendering them unsuitable for continued employment with the Foundation. In spite of this, subjects will demonstrate greater reasoning skills and use of logic, though their actual knowledge and memories will be lessened. Conversely, all D-class or other Foundation personnel that have committed violent acts against other human beings will undergo total psychological breakdowns, leading to attempts at self-harm and suicide. Subject D-3273, whose status was not connected to a violent act (demoted to D-class for violation of Foundation protocol) experienced the same effect as the rest of the non-D-class personnel, suggesting the primary importance of pacifistic tendencies.
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By and large, most subjects exposed to SCP-1083 refuse to discuss their experiences with the object. Between 08/03/9█ and 02/11/0█, the only references made to the experience by exposed subjects were by D-class personnel shortly before their deaths, some of whom were noted to exclaim "He's right, he's right, I deserve it, he's right" or some variation of same. Neither forced or chemical interrogation has been able to reveal any details about the nature of who "he" is or what alterations he makes to the personalities of affected subjects.
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Incident Report 1083-A: On 11 February 200█, Operative 1/1083-237, a Level 1 volunteer, was exposed to SCP-1083. Through chance, 237 was the only recruit with an educational background in moral philosophy; this is believed to be the primary reason for the anomalous results. After exposure, 237 described her perception of the event (timed by EEG as having lasted 1.34 seconds) as having taken at least a matter of days and possibly several months. She described having spent the entire time in an infinite black void, devoid of any sensory input.
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While in the void, 237 claims to have come into telepathic contact with an entity (classified as SCP-1083-1) who engaged her in discussion on matters of metaphysics, logic, and ethics. 237 described the entity's "voice" as male. 1083-1 refused to reveal any details about itself other than that it lived within the "artifact" and always had done so. 1083-1 already possessed extensive knowledge about every event in 237's life, and talked with 237 about the various mistakes and logical errors she had made in the form of Socratic dialogue. 237 described feeling a great deal of anger and resentment towards the entity at the beginning; however, her training in logic and moral philosophy caused her to eventually come to accept the entity's reasoning.
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According to 237, the entity described the other Foundation personnel that had "visited" it as "unprepared" for its experience; it was able to psychologically compel them to use more logical reasoning in their lives, but not without damaging their mental capacity permanently. The entity described the D-class personnel exposed to it as "unworthy" and claimed to have "given them the true knowledge of their actions." 237 attempted to leave the Foundation shortly after her experiences with SCP-1083; when she proved immune to any form of amnestic agent, termination was ordered on 11/5/0█.
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Addendum 1083-1: Recovery Log SCP-1083 was recovered from a house formerly used as a safehouse by the Serpent's Hand (confirmed by documents located in the building and various graffiti found on the walls). Large quantities of blood were found in many rooms of the house, though no usable samples could be obtained due to what is believed to be deliberate contamination. No corpses were found. The skull was found in one of the bedrooms in the house, along with documentation from the agency known as "PTS" or "Phitransimun Combine;" it seems the skull was in transit between an address in "Alexandria of Forests" and "Delphi of the Oceans." Fragments of a badly ripped note were found throughout the house and pieced together to form the following:
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ORACULUM COMBINE OF OCEANS [maintains certainty? pledges?] THAT ALL PRODUCTS WILL [operate? behave?] TO OPTIMAL SPECIFICATIONS. IF UNABLE TO PLEASE [owner? host?] TO FULLEST DEGREE PLEASE COMPLETE BELOW FORM TO [fragment lost]
EXCESSIVELY RETRIBUTIVE TOWARDS [life-harvesters?], BORDERS ON PACIFISTIC. VIOLATES ARISTOTELIAN PRECEDENTS REGARDING JUST WAR. REQUESTING REPLACEMENT AND REIMBURSEMENT FOR DEAD WARRIORS.
Special Containment Procedures: Due both to its current immobility and public appearance, SCP-1175 can only be contained in a limited fashion on-site. A mobile observation outpost (designated OP-1175-1) is to be maintained at the edge of effect, changing locations at least once within each twenty-four (24) hour period.
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Research into more permanent containment procedures is ongoing; until they can be instituted, the site's public function is to remain active with modified hours of 10:00 A.M. to 5 P.M. local time, Wednesday through Monday, with on-site Foundation agents dressed as civilian private security to ensure all unauthorized individuals are removed from the premises before dusk.
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Description: SCP-1175 is the central display of the ██████ █████████ Park, an open-air artistic installation located in [REDACTED] and covering a fenced-in area approximately 0.25 kilometers square. The anomalous properties of the affected objects are only active between sunset and sunrise; for reasons unknown, there is a 35% chance that the objects will become active at random intervals on Tuesdays, and thus the park is to remain closed on this day.
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SCP-1175-1 is a representation of a bull's head, 18.28m tall, made of welded cast-iron plates and painted red. Upon initial creation, SCP-1175-1 was hollow, but current observation indicates the presence of machinery or some other form of activity within the structure; specifically, attempts at radar and sonographic imagery have given inconclusive results, alternately showing the structure to be solid metal or to have a lack of any physical material whatsoever, including the shell. Since the appearance of SCP-1175's anomalous features, SCP-1175-1 itself has become completely immobile (see Incident Report 1175-2), with subterranean imagery showing pillars extending vertically, extending at a rate of approx. 0.6 meters per year. The purpose of these pillars is not currently known, though they have currently reached a length of ██ meters, indicating an initial growth period of advanced speed.
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SCP-1175-2 is the group designation of a series of six statues, each 2.59 meters tall, constructed of various metals in the shape of a human skeleton with a goat's skull. Each statue carries a weapon: one carrying a staff, one a glaive, two with short swords, and two with modified sickles. These statues become mobile during active periods, acting in a fashion similar to guards for SCP-1175-1. They are not outwardly hostile to humans, though one or more will often remain in close proximity to any intruder to whom they have not been introduced (see Addendum 1).
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SCP-1175-2 will only become hostile in two situations, the first being if a non-introduced individual attempts to make contact with SCP-1175-1, or if any individual attempts to damage it, or if any individual attempts to remove SCP-1175-2 or another installation from the park. At this point, whether or not they are in a currently active state, all instances of SCP-1175-2 will immediately emit sounds described as "screaming" or "screeching" and attack that person and either kill them outright or chase them to the edge of the affected area. If the targeted person or persons are killed, their remains are brought to SCP-1175-1, at which point a hinged portion of its mouth will open (no such feature was present in its initial construction) and the remains are placed inside before it closes. It is currently not known what occurs after this as remote video and audio equipment lose all contact once the mouth closes.
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Alternately, if any structure of human construction is erected within a 0.9km radius of SCP-1175-1 and remains standing for longer than twenty-four (24) hours, upon activation all instances of SCP-1175-2 except for one will again emit the screeching noises and run to the construction at speeds up to 75 km/h. Upon reaching the new structure, they will proceed to attack it with provided weapons as well as fists and their horns until the structure is completely demolished, similarly attacking any humans who attempt to interfere. This reaction does not appear to be triggered by repairs, modifications or extensions to structures which existed within the area of effect at the time of its appearance; this consists of the ██████ █████████ Park itself including its outer fence and office/gift shop, approximately 0.2km of state highway [REDACTED] that intersects the area, and one abandoned shack (since damaged beyond repair during a blizzard, later destroyed without incident).
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SCP-1175-2 have shown signs of individual intelligence and appear to be able to communicate to each other, using lower-decibel levels of noises similar to their attack calls; no variances or patterns have emerged and attempts to initiate communications have thus far proven ineffective. SCP-1175-2 also appear to ignore non-human life, even in instances where birds or rodents have been observed directly defacing structures within the park during active periods. Superficial and structural damage to SCP-1175-1 will repair itself through unknown means.
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Addendum 1175-1: SCP-1175 was first brought to Foundation attention on ██/██/████, when three local youths broke into the park at night and interacted with SCP-1175-2 during its active state. Foundation agents were made aware of the situations when local authorities had assumed the suspects to be under the influence of hallucinogenic substances due to a well-publicized raid on a narcotics supplier in the neighboring town of [REDACTED]; after application of class B amnestics, the suspects were given suggestive memories that they must have consumed food that was tainted with the narcotics.
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Extensive questioning of G███ P█████, owner of the park and creator of all pieces of art therein, has revealed that he was not responsible for the anomalous activities and is not aware of how they began; however, he was aware of their existence for approximately one month before the above incident but never reported them to authorities or family members out of fear. It has also become apparent that SCP-1175-2 somehow recognize Mr. P█████ as their creator or as an authority in some other fashion; they obey requests and commands from him to an extent, and if he introduces an individual as a friend, SCP-1175-2 will ignore the individual from that point on, including allowing them to directly touch SCP-1175-1.
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As this ability to "introduce" others has not yet been successfully passed to other individuals, P█████ has been designated as SCP-1175-3, but retained as director of the Park to maintain public appearances and to facilitate Foundation activities. He is kept under constant surveillance, but has thus far not attempted to impede Foundation agents in any way and has proven himself willing to offer any support or information he is able.
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Addendum 1175-2: Incident Report 1175-02
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On ██/██/████, Foundation personnel attempted to remove SCP-1175-1 from the park; despite having been assembled off-site and transported to its current locations, all attempts to move the structure failed, culminating in the destruction of a crane regulated to lift up to approximately 20 times the weight that SCP-1175-1 weighed at the time of installation. Attempts to excavate the ground beneath SCP-1175-1 or remove other structures from the park were repeatedly interrupted by SCP-1175-2, though not to the level of hostility if the anomalous pieces are attacked directly. It has been decided that, until more stringent protocols are able to be enacted, all material is to remain on-site with additional Foundation agents for security; a nominal raise in park admission fees has been added to compensate for the expenditures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1334 is currently under Foundation management, and access to the object requires Level 2 clearance. The immediate property surrounding the apartment complex is to be fenced off, under the guise of ongoing renovation. During daylight hours, two guards posing as building contractors are to be stationed at the main gateway; the outside of the building is to be monitored at all times by camera surveillance.
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Any personnel intending to enter SCP-1334 must undergo preliminary training and wear only authorized attire, which will be provided, when entering the building. All interactions with SCP-1334-1 and any observed differences in the interior of SCP-1334 are to be thoroughly documented.
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Description: SCP-1334 is a six-story apartment building located in the █████ province of China. The exterior of the complex is nondescript, and the interior rooms each contain specifically arranged items, including:
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pairs of chopsticks, bottles of wine, articles of jewelry, and chinaware arranged in multiples of two
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bundles of incense sticks, office supplies (pens, pencils, notepads), and children’s toys (marbles, animal figurines, etc), arranged in multiples of three
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small potted plants, empty fishbowls, bronze sculptures, ashtrays, and bamboo wind chimes arranged in multiples of five
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stacks of paper money and coins arranged in stacks of eight (It was also noted that all clocks in the complex, both analog and digital, had been set to 08:08. None of the clocks were observed to be functional.)
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Items placed in groups that are removed from SCP-1334 disintegrate upon crossing the threshold of the bottom floor; the same result occurs if the objects are defenestrated. Replacements will appear roughly 8 hours after removal. Grouped items that are rearranged will automatically return to their original grouping.
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SCP-1334 is currently inhabited by a humanoid figure, noted to closely resemble the late █████ ███ who was listed as the contracted tenant of the building’s sixth story apartment. This entity, designated as SCP-1334-1, acts in a manner consistent with complaints filed by the apartment complex’s other tenants, who described Mr. ███ as “eccentric” and “disruptive to others’ households”. Retrieved hospital records indicate that Mr. ███ suffered from paranoia and was discovered missing prior to his 44th birthday, and was later presumed dead. Though SCP-1334-1 appears corporeal, infrared scans of the apartment and complex during sightings do not indicate any heat signatures save for those of Foundation operatives.
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SCP-1334-1 is believed to be the cause of the disappearances of the former tenants of the building (as well as ████ ███████ and ██████ █████, a janitor and the landlord of the apartment building, who both visited the complex following the initial disappearances). After these disappearances came to Foundation attention and subsequent containment intervention occurred, Foundation agents sent to investigate SCP-1334 repeatedly encountered SCP-1334-1, who would inform them that their attire was “unlucky” due to accessories or thread count. All agents who encountered SCP-1334-1 reported dizziness and nausea upon leaving the apartment; these symptoms were determined to be due to low red blood cell count. The cause of these effects is unknown.
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Addendum SCP-1334-1: After three successful agent interactions with SCP-1334-1, the following interview was conducted by Agent Tai Yang Shen, playing the part of a maintenance inspector checking on a broken window on the fourth floor. Prior to approaching SCP-1334, Agent Shen was given a set of clothes tailored specifically for the experiment.
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Note: The following partial transcript has been translated from Mandarin.
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Agent Shen: Hello Sir.
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SCP-1334-1: Hello. Why are you visiting this place?
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Agent Shen: It is time to do maintenance on the building, and the other residents have made complaints about their apartments last time. I am here to inspect.
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SCP-1334-1: There are no other residents here.
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Agent Shen: Is that true? Sorry, maybe I got the wrong building. But I am sure that my company was responsible for this place.
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SCP-1334-1: The other residents left. Since then, not even one person has come here.
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Agent Shen: I see. Still, I need to take a look around. The window on one floor is broken.
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SCP-1334-1: [pause] Which floor?
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Agent Shen: If you step outside, you can see it. The one up there.
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SCP-1334-1: Sir, do you know number meanings?
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Agent Shen: I think numbers are very important. [rapidly knocks on wall eight times]
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SCP-1334-1: Very good! You are careful. Knowing number meanings makes life easier. Please enter and inspect the building. I will show you where the window is.
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Agent Shen: Thank you.
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SCP-1334-1: You are more careful than the last person. They wore a flower with four petals.
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Agent Shen: Really? That is very unlucky.
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SCP-1334-1: I also told them that. They did not listen.
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Addendum SCP-1334-2: After several subsequent “inspection” visits to SCP-1334, several instances of graffiti (all using the same reddish-brown paint) were discovered in various places throughout the apartment complex. A partial log, translated from simplified Chinese characters, follows:
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“The ceiling is a wall. Five is a lucky number. Every room is safe.” (painted onto the back of each door of every room in the building)
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“They did not listen to my warning. They left first.” (painted over the doorway of the fourth story apartment)
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“I am still here. I will always be here, because I understand numbers. I understand how to use them.” (painted onto the bathroom mirror of the sixth story apartment)
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“To let numbers become your life is to let your life become numbers.” (painted across the living room wall in the fifth story apartment)
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Addendum SCP-1334-3: During one visit on ██/██/████, Agent Shen did not encounter SCP-1334-1 and proceeded to enter the complex to change a lightbulb near the stairway. Under the guise of ascertaining that the lightbulb was installed effectively, Shen took a picture that included some new graffiti that had appeared on the walls. Said graffiti was written in what appeared to be fresh blood, and comprised entirely of long strings of numbers, each roughly 0.3 meters tall and consisting mainly of the Chinese character eight (八, bā) while the character four (四, sì) was wholly absent. Upon the next visit, SCP-1334-1 greeted Agent Shen as before, and the graffiti was no longer present.
Special Containment Procedures: The original entrance to the tunnel containing SCP-1384 is sealed with concrete to prevent civilian access. A new shaft has been dug under the pretense of a public works project. The tunnel must be accessed and SCP-1384 interacted with at least once a week by personnel familiar with Document 1384-1. All interaction must be recorded and studied afterward by Foundation analysis teams.
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Personnel are forbidden to ask for or offer anything to SCP-1384 outside of cleared testing procedures. This includes seemingly innocuous or abstract things such as "the time," or one's name. Please see Incident 1384-2.
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Description: SCP-1384 is a sapient entity with a variable appearance. It typically appears as a human or human-shaped construct ranging from 1.5 to 2 meters in height. It has also appeared at other times to be made of materials ranging from porcelain to bone to white plastic. Its changes in form take place instantaneously.
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SCP-1384 was found inside a tunnel sixty meters under a church in Durness, Scotland. The tunnel is approximately sixteen kilometers long by three meters across, and constructed of a single piece of marble, with three-meter thick walls and ceiling. Notably, true marble is not naturally occuring in the British Isles. The method and date in which the tunnel was constructed are unknown, but artifacts found inside date at least to the 12th century. The floor is tiled with colored squares in white, yellow, black, blue and orange. Each square is 50 centimeters across.
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Artifacts in the cave include carved stones, chalk, weapons, a chess board, and numerous chess pieces, checker pieces, and carved wooden soldiers.
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As of 14/03/2011, SCP-1384 is 1.2 kilometers from the entrance of the tunnel, on an orange square. It is unable to move from this square unless certain circumstances are met (See Document 1384-1).
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SCP-1384 is able to alter reality, though apparently only in response to certain stimuli. It claims to be under certain rules that govern its abilities and behavior, but refuses to divulge those rules. It is otherwise cooperative and genial, though it seems to prefer some people to others. For reasons unknown, it prefers researchers to agents.
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All attempts to force SCP-1384 to move from the square it occupies or to injure it have had no effect. The squares can be damaged, but return to an undamaged condition as soon as SCP-1384 moves to a new square.
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Its ultimate goal is to reach the entrance of the hallway and leave. It is aware that the Foundation seeks to contain it, and is therefore unwilling to tell researchers the rules it operates under.
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SCP-1384 was discovered after the death of Father █████ ████████, vicar of Durness. His successor discovered a shaft leading to the entrance of the tunnel containing SCP-1384. He contacted his superiors in the church, who ultimately contacted the Foundation through the Fisher Protocols.
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Incident Report 1384-2
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Dr. Houck had the following exchange with SCP-1384:
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Dr. Houck: "What's your name?"
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SCP-1384: "Ah, well, there's a trouble there. You couldn't say it. Couldn't even really hear it, not to have it spoken rightly. Say, can you give me your name?"
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Dr. Houck: "Certainly. Dr. Houck."
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SCP-1384: "Ah, and thanks for that."
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Shortly after this exchange, everyone who entered the hallway became aware that the entity was named Dr. Houck. The original researcher was no longer able to respond to that name, and people who knew him were temporarily unable to think of him by that name. The entity expressed a degree of regret, but would not relinquish the name, citing its rules. Several days later, the situation was resolved by the simple expedient of Dr. Ho saying to the researcher, "I name you Doctor Houck." The effect on Dr. Houck was no longer evident, though the entity is still "known" by that name by those who enter the hallway.
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Interview Log 1384-1
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Dr. Ho: "What are you?"
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SCP-1384: "Ah, I couldn't tell you that, Jimmy. I don't think, on the one hand it'd tell you too much, but it'd be more than you know. The less you know, the better my position."
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Dr. Ho: "Why is it better?"
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SCP-1384: "You're like the old man. I can see it right off. Want to keep me in this old hallway, just as he did. And didn't he do better than his predecessors? No, I gave him too much of a hint, and look where it got me. I'm actually two steps behind where he found me. Not a gambit I'll let you try."
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Dr. Ho: "Why don't you just walk out?"
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SCP-1384: "Well, that's the rules, you know. If I could just walk right out, I'd have done it a year and an age ago. But without rules, well, where would we be? Wouldn't know where any of us were, not really."
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Dr. Ho: "It doesn't seem fair if we don't know the rules."
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SCP-1384: "Not my fault either. Look, I have to scrape up every advantage I can."
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Dr. Ho: "Who trapped you here?"
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SCP-1384: "It was my own side, actually. Got me out of a tighter spot than this, if you can credit it. Sometimes you have to play the sacrifice, you know."
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Dr. Ho: "Why are you telling me this?"
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SCP-1384: "You're just a pawn, really, and I'm a big softie at heart. Besides, while I'll get out eventually if you lot leave, I'm willing to bet you won't be as clever as the old man. You can try to keep me here, but I think you'll get me out even sooner. Call it our little game."
SCP-1488-███ photographed by retrieving unit R3V-1488-6
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Item #: SCP-1488
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1488-001 through SCP-1488-2141 are housed in an underground enclosure within Site-15 provided with artificial sunlight and climate control adjusted to mimic the conditions of the Bolsón de Mapimí area of Mexico, with adequate seasonal variation. Food and water may be delivered to the enclosure as needed via security corridors furnished with lead-lined doors. Antennae have been placed throughout the enclosure to receive transmissions from SCP-1488 instances and a Researcher must enter the enclosure at least once every 24 hours to retrieve transmission records. An electromagnetic pulse (EMP) device has been relocated to the center of the enclosure and must be kept armed and ready to fire at all times.
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Six computer-operated Robotic Remote Recovery Vehicles (designated R3V-1488-1 through -6) have been deployed at various locations in northern Mexico and tasked with cataloging and retrieving SCP-1488 candidates to either be tagged and released or else transported to Site-15 for SCP assignment. Junior Research Assistants assigned to SCP-1488 are reminded that R3V units regularly communicate with Site-15 and that all communications must be reviewed and logged within 24 hours.
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In light of the large number of SCP-1488 candidates still unaccounted for, 2 Junior Research Assistants are regularly assigned to actively monitor online auction sites, wildlife sanctuaries, and unlicensed pet stores for potential SCP-1488 instances and notify project heads accordingly. With the species in question at the center of several conservation / rewilding efforts, Foundation members have been embedded in at least one of the more prominent agencies overseeing each project.
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Description: Instances of SCP-1488 were initially identified as individual specimens of Gopherus flavomarginatus, the Mexican giant tortoise, that had been augmented with electronic and mechanical components. However, larger-scale research has demonstrated that older instances have, on average, a greater instance of synthetic components than younger, that anomalous parents are capable of producing non-anomalous offspring, and that recent paleontological discoveries2 point to a species far more synthetic in composition than the one observable today. These findings, in addition to the sheer number of instances discovered,3 strongly suggest that the G. flavomarginatus species itself consists largely or entirely of robotic vehicles in varying states of assimilation, through means currently unknown, into the genus Gopherus.
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While the majority of giant tortoises evaluated for SCP-1488 are wholly biological, non-anomalous and fully integrated into the Mapimí Basin's ecosystem, nearly 8.5% of specimens recovered thus far have been found to possess "vestigial communication devices" - compound metal spheres uniformly 18mm in diameter with a complex internal structure - embedded beneath the highest point of the tortoise's shell. Nearly all of the devices recovered appear to be operational, periodically emitting signals in the ████-████ range. Although communication devices are by far the most common anomalies observed in instances of SCP-1488, they are often accompanied by one or more of the following components:
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One or more partially robotic limbs
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Subcarapacial solar arrays
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Series of graduated optical lenses
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Spectroscopic tubes showing traces of alpha particle emitters
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Digging or excavating tools
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Electrically actuated magnetic coils
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Drill machinery with cylindrical or coring bits.
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It should be noted that the items above are invariably inoperative and in many cases only identifiable by shape.
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Incident 1488-Delta: On ██/██/199█, a massive increase in ████ radio frequency activity was reported simultaneously by 2 of 3 active R3V-1488 units, as well as the SCP-1488 receiver array at Site-15, lasting a total of 132 seconds. Approximately 70 hours later, an "answering" signal was returned from unambiguous origin RA=██h██m██s with ███°██′ declination.4 In contrast to the relatively short duration and comparatively narrow frequency range of the outgoing spike, the answering signal lasted over 7 hours and 45 minutes and occupied a much wider band of frequencies, giving rise to a variety of unprecedented radiological, meteorological, and geological phenomena - much of it, such as [REDACTED], globally observable. Following 1488-Delta, Containment protocols for SCP-1488 instances were revised and the number of R3V units assigned to SCP-1488 doubled to reduce the likelihood of a repeat incident.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the location and nature of SCP-1541-1, current containment procedures consist of redirecting the current civilian studies of the G34.3 celestial body to areas where SCP-1541-1 is not currently located. As well, efforts are currently being made to suppress information on the gradual shrinkage of the ethanol cloud contained therein. Researchers currently assigned to SCP-1541 are allowed to respond to SCP-1541-1 through SCP-1541-2. All researchers who are currently assigned to SCP-1541 who converse with SCP-1541-1 should report and attempt to dissuade any mention of SCP-1541-1 desiring to return to Earth, due to security and public exposure concerns. All instant messaging service providers in the area of initial contact are currently being monitored for any further attempts by SCP-1541-1 to contact additional descendants of its original followers.
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In addition, SCP-1541-2 should be kept in working condition and powered on at all times, in order to intercept and monitor communications made by SCP-1541-1, and facilitate communication between SCP-1541-1 and the current research team attached to the project. All messages should be logged with the Records Department.
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Description: SCP-1541-1 is an entity currently located in the approximate location of the G34.3 ethanol cloud in the Aquila constellation. It claims to be the physical representation of the deity [REDACTED], and that it has been attempting to contact the descendants of its former followers for what it approximates as the past 100 years. SCP-1541-1 currently shows a tendency towards alcoholism and manic depressive disorder.
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SCP-1541-2 is a [REDACTED] brand cellular phone, whose number was reallocated to a Foundation-owned communications network upon discovery and containment. Logs of the messages that are sent to and from SCP-1541-1 through a currently-unknown method (as SCP-1541-1 denies possessing any communication devices) are to be registered with the Records Department for review and research purposes.
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SCP-1541-1 and SCP-1541-2 were first brought to the Foundation's attention through contact with one Amanda ███████ of █████████, Michigan. SCP-1541-1 and SCP-1541-2 were discovered during an interview by a member of Foundation staff, under the assumed identity of a technical support representative for the [REDACTED] Telephone Company, after the situation reached Foundation information analysts. She claimed that she was receiving disturbing messages from someone who knew of her great-grandmother, Elisabeth ███████, who had been deceased for almost twenty years at the time of initial contact, and discussing several rituals that it demanded to be performed. Examination of the cellular phone records have corroborated her statement, and produced a twenty-seven character designation that does not correspond to any known system. The witness' memories of the event were suppressed, and she is currently under Foundation observation to determine if there have been further communication attempts made by SCP-1541-1. All other known descendants of the original cult that worshiped SCP-1541-1 are currently being tracked by MTF-Tau-17 for identical reasons.
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Consult Document SCP-1541-T1 for a sample of notable messages sent to and from SCP-1541-1 by the initial witness. It should be noted that all messages were originally sent in Short Message Service (SMS) text format, and have been transcribed as accurately as possible to the standard interview format for records-keeping purposes.
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Document SCP-1541-T1:
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Foreword: The following is a log of the messages saved on SCP-1541-2 between SCP-1541-1 and Amanda ███████ approximately three days before the Foundation discovered SCP-1541.
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+SCP-1541-1: HEEEEELLO BEAUTIFL
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+Amanda ███████: Hi? Who is this?
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+SCP-1541-1: IT IS ITHEGRETGOD [DATA EXPUNGED]
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+SCP-1541-1 WILL YOU BARE YOURSLF BEFOR ME?
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+Amanda ███████: Oh god. Did Gabs give out my number to you?
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SCP-1541-1: I KNOW NOT OF THIS ‘GABS’. I SEARCHD THE COSMOS FOR THE PROPER ELECTRICAL FLOW TO SPK T YOU.
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Amanda ███████: I think you got the wrong number, guy. Please stop texting me.
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+SCP-1541-1: IMPOSSIBLE. R U NT AMANDA ███████, THE YOUNGST OF TH ███████ FAMILY????
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+Amanda ███████: QUIT. MESSAGING. ME.
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+SCP-1541-1: IT /IS/ YOU! OH JOYUS DAYEEE
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+Amanda ███████ : … You're not going to quit, are you.
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Amanda ███████ : Look, asshole, this has been a long day and I don’t need this.
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+SCP-1541-1: AHH.. JUST LIKE ELISABETH. FIRY AND RUUDE
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+SCP-1541-1: WHY HAS YUR FMLYYYY NOT PERFORMED THE RITUAL OF BLOOD AND WINE IN TEN DECADES?
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SCP-1541-1: I DEMND REVERENCE! PROSTRT URSELF BEFOR THE FIRE OF [DATA EXPUNGED], AND BARE YOUR FLESH TO TH NIGT SKY, SO IT MAY PLEASE ME!
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+Amanda ███████: I’m calling the cops.
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+SCP-1541-1: WHAT ARE THESE COPS YOU SPEAK OF?
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+SCP-1541-1: HELLO?
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+SCP-1541-1: THE FCK ARE COPS?
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+SCP-1541-1: UGH. THIS HAPNS ALL THE TIM. YOR PPL IGNORE ME. I GRW WEAKERRR BY THE DAY.
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+SCP-1541-1: I am sry. Did nt relz I had the caps lOck on. Forgv me
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+SCP-1541-1: Helooooo…
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+SCP-1541-1: Amnda?
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+SCP-1541-1: Amanda???
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+Researcher's Note: SCP-1541-1 continues in this style of message fifty-seven times during the next forty-five minutes, with increased repetition of the woman’s name and usage of punctuation marks, eventually (starting with message twenty-eight) using what was determined by the linguistic department as Babylonian expletives and various threats, and finally, by message forty-three, more pleas for the aforementioned rituals to be performed.
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SCP-1541-1: FINE. YOU LITTLE WHOR. I BET YOU WORSHIP THAT ASSHOLE YHWH NOW DNT U
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+Amanda ███████: JESUS CHRIST. STOP ALREADY.
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+SCP-1541-1: I FUCKNG KNW IT! SELLOUT!!!1
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Amanda ███████: What the fuck is your problem, man? Just leave me the hell alone!
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+SCP-1541-1: Your just lke evryon else. I bet [REDACTED] dosn have to put up wit ths shit. Hed just send som of hs frog asswholes to fuck u up!
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+SCP-1541-1: Yknw something, u can keep ur fckin YHWH. Il find new worshipers. I don't need u. Later, BITCH. :P
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Researcher's Note: Approximately three hours pass before SCP-1541-1 attempts to contact Amanda ███████ again.
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SCP-1541-1: Look. Im sory for calln u a bitc. Iv just beeen drnk for a whle, and relly lonly… plz talk to me?
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SCP-1541-1: I don hav any1 left but yu.
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Amanda ███████: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT STOP TXTNG ME!
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Amanda ███████: I've already asked you at least three times, and I really don't need this shit now.
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SCP-1541-1: Well fuck u too.
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Amanda ███████: Go to hell, jackass.
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SCP-1541-1: MAYBE I WLL.
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SCP-1541-1: After I fins this drnk.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: No further messages were recorded between SCP-1541-1 and the initial witness, and SCP-1541-1 did not attempt to contact her again for four days, at which time SCP-1541-2 was in Foundation possession. SCP-1541-1 expressed distress at the fact that it was denied contact with its original worshipers, and immediately attempted to coerce the three researchers assigned to SCP-1541 into performing supplicatory rituals. All requests for completion of these rituals were denied.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-166 is contained in Biocontainment Zone C at Site-19, which has been modified to include a hermetically sealed antechamber and an industrial-strength air purifier. Containment staff must wear the specially designated 166 biohazard suits at all times when inside SCP-166's containment area.
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Due to SCP-166's unique physiological needs, a variety of loose fitting organic cotton clothing has been provided, to be rotated monthly. All meals are to be cooked according to the guidelines provided, with as little inorganic additives as possible.
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Reasonable requests for personal items and modifications to the containment suite may be granted upon approval by a Level 4 or higher authority.Update: All requests by SCP-166 must be approved personally by Site Director Light. To date, SCP-166 has requested:
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A copy of the Holy Bible (Douay-Rheims, Challoner Revision) (granted).
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A Catholic rosary (granted).
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Access to a Catholic priest for confession, mass, and other sacraments. (denied) (Chaplain Davis has been scheduled to meet with SCP-166 on alternating Sundays after a thorough decontamination process)
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Various books and magazines, mostly religious in nature (granted, pending review and approval of contents).
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A telephone with which to contact the Abbess of the Our Lady of Mercy Convent in County Galway, Ireland (denied)(granted) (overruled by order of the Site Director, denied)
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Description: SCP-166 is a European female human in its late teens with ungulate features; possessing antlers, hooved feet, and a short tail reminiscent of Rangifer tarandus (Common reindeer). Despite these obvious abnormalities, DNA analysis reveals no abnormal genetic traits.
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Within a fifteen-meter radius of SCP-166, artificial objects gradually return to an unworked state. Higher complexity objects like electronics or vehicles are affected quicker, with degradation of their metallic components causing catastrophic structural failure in a matter of hours. Rudimentary materials, such as stone buildings or products made of organic materials, decay at a virtually imperceptible rate. Within the same radius plant life will begin to sprout, often growing in improbable places such as out of security cameras or ID scanners.
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SCP-166 possesses a possibly anomalous sensitivity to artificial material and pollutants, with inhalation or contact causing pressure ulcers and symptoms of acute asthma attacks. In one case, physical proximity to a smoker caused SCP-166 to undergo a severe asthma attack, even though the doctor at the time had not smoked a cigarette for three weeks.
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Discovery: SCP-166 was discovered at the Our Lady of Mercy Convent in County Galway, Ireland, where it had lived since infancy. SCP-166 was confirmed by a defecting Global Occult Coalition agent to be the child of Threat Entity 9927-Black ("The Goddess"), also known as SCP-████, who was terminated by a GOC strike team in what would be known as the Cornwall Incident.
Threat entity is the child of incarnated LTE-9927-Black ("The Goddess") and an unknown father. While it strongly resembles its mother and shares its animalistic features, it lacks the extreme bestial appearance of 9927-Black. Possesses minor chlorokinetic abilities, but primary reason for threat entity classification is the instinctive knowledge and eligibility to enact Occult Procedure Clockwork Blackchild Havilah, a world-wide ritual working that would irreversibly regress human civilization to Neolithic standards.
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Strike Team "Lancelot" neutralized 9927-Black in 19██ in England during an operation which would later be known as the infamous 'Cornwall Incident', but were unable to confirm the liquidation of 9927-Blackchild due to the death of the strike leader, Agent Ukulele. Ukulele was posthumously awarded the Silver Aegis for his lifelong service to humanity.
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Liquidation:
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The agent had refused to terminate SCP-166, instead smuggling it to a Catholic convent in County Galway, Ireland. It lived there until the age of 12, at which point a visitor to the convent accidentally witnessed SCP-166 and reported it to authorities. The agent then contacted the Foundation, agreeing to share GOC intelligence in return for the guaranteed safety and containment of SCP-166.
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Further details are classified.
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Addendum 166.1: Chaplain Davis biweekly interview
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Davis: Good morning, child.
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SCP-166: Good morning, Father.
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Davis: As usual, I have to remind you that due to our environment, the seal of confession will not take place unless specifically invoked. Even then, details of our conversation can be unsealed if they're determined to be essential. Understand?
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SCP-166 nods.
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Davis: Excellent. Now, how are you doing?
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SCP-166: Good. One of the staff told me about Benedict yesterday, is that true?
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Davis: Ah, yes, that was rather unfortunate, but it does make sense. He was rather old even when he first took up the position. Now he can rest, knowing he served the Church well.
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SCP-166: Do you know who's going to replace him?
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Davis: Speculation has abounded, but it could be anyone. These are difficult times after all, with all the recent… controversies. They may want a fresh face to represent the church, or they may go with a man who's dedicated years of his life. Who knows, they may even pick a working-class man. It certainly would give people something to talk about.
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SCP-166: I guess so.
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SCP-166 and Davis sit in silence.
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Davis: I'm sensing a question arising, child.
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SCP-166: Sorry.
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Davis: No need to apologize. That is what I'm here for, after all. What is it?
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SCP-166: It's just, I wanted to ask you something, thought it might be a little personal. I was just wondering, do you have a good relationship with your parents?
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Davis: My mother, yes. Before she passed away, I visited her once a month at the retirement home, plus her birthday and holidays. Told her I was a chaplain serving in the military, which I suppose is somewhat close to the truth.
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SCP-166: And your father?
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Davis: That is a rather more complicated question. He was a good man, a soldier who held three things dearly: God, Country, and Family. Unfortunately, he held those convictions rather severely, which resulted in some… heated discussions. I love him still, but this way is best for everyone.
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Davis sighs.
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Davis: And what about your parents? I know you lived in the convent, but before that?
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SCP-166: I never really knew them, I got dropped off when I was a baby. I mean, I guess they must've known the sisters if they put me there, but I don't remember them. Just what I picked up. They mentioned my mother a bit, before they realized that they should watch what they say about me. I think they said something about her being a goddess? Which obviously wouldn't be true, she must've been some sort of spirit, but she must've been something if I ended up looking like this.
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SCP-166 gestures to herself.
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SCP-166: I remember eavesdropping on the Abbess, she was talking to one of the other sisters about how she had done something wrong, something about a ritual that someone else stopped. They said she died.
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Davis: I'm sorry for your loss.
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SCP-166: Not like I knew her.
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Davis: And your father?
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SCP-166 hesitates.
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SCP-166: I don't know. He must've been the one who dropped me off at the convent, but why there? Why didn't he take me with him?
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Davis: I'm sure he had his reasons.
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SCP-166: Maybe. You know, they never talked about him. Not once. I must've asked the Abbess a thousand times, but she never even mentioned a hint of him.
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SCP-166 pauses.
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SCP-166: If my mother was so horrible…what did my father do?
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Addendum 166.2: Disciplinary Interview of [REDACTED]
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Light: What the hell were you thinking?
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[REDACTED]: I wanted to make sure she's alright. You wouldn't let me talk to her. I took another route.
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Light: What you did was so much worse than that. If you just stuck to throwing your weight around to get her amenities, sure, I could overlook that. But you then go about trying to give a class 4 anomaly a phone line to the outside world- Dammit. The council already dislikes you working at the same site as her, this gets out, you can kiss whatever deal you made goodbye.
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[REDACTED]: Come on, Sophia! She's harmless. The only reason she's in there is because of me. I had to do something. Was the Foundation just going to let her grow up thinking that her-
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Light: Before you say another word, remember that this will be public to everyone with a class 4 clearance. I can redact your name, but I can't stop people from putting the pieces together from an ill-timed outburst.
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[REDACTED] remains silent.
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[REDACTED]: Sixteen years. Sixteen years where she couldn't walk through a city, or catch a movie, or just go shopping. Doesn't matter if she's in a convent or a foundation cell, she's being locked up for something she had no choice in. All because of me. It isn't fair.
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Light: I know.
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[REDACTED]: And I can't do anything about it. I could send a strike team anywhere in the world, I know secrets that the most powerful people in the world would pay billions for, and yet I can't even so much as talk to her, let her know that she's not alone.
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Light: You've done the best you could. Much more than anyone could've expected of you in an impossible situation.
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[REDACTED]: Funny how little that makes of a difference. I-
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[REDACTED] falls silent.
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[REDACTED]: You know, I don't care. Just write me up. Let's just get this over with.
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Light: …I'm scheduling you for six 2-hour sessions with a Foundation psychologist, I'll make sure it's Glass. He signs off at the end of it, we can expunge this from your record.
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[REDACTED]: Mhm.
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Light: [REDACTED].
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[REDACTED]: Yeah?
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Light: …
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[REDACTED]: …Yeah, I know. Thank you, Sophia.
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On 05/08/2013, the following note was discovered within SCP-166's containment area.
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I first met your mother when we were little more than children. She had hooves for feet and starlight in her eyes. She was beauty and nature incarnate, and I killed her with my own two hands.
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Eden isn't a place. It's a state of being. They wanted to take us back to it, and I stopped them. I took paradise away from us for a second time. I have never regretted my actions on that day, except one: that when you first met me on that day, you saw your father put a bullet into the head of your mother. I make no excuses, only explanation. You may not have even remembered it, but I'm telling you now in the hope you understand why I did what I did. I hope you forgive me.
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I love you. I wish I could have done more for you. The best I could do was leave you in the hands of kind and loving people and hope they would raise you in my place. From what I've seen, they did well. I'm sorry you couldn't stay with them. I'm sorry they've brought you to this place. I promise to do my best to make sure your stay here is pleasant. I promise to keep you safe.
Special Containment Procedures: The path leading to SCP-1726 is to be blocked by a guard post operated by the Foundation Chinese Branch under the banner of the People’s Liberation Army. No further security is necessary to prevent outside interference.
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SCP-1726 itself is not to be entered without at least one instance of SCP-1726-1 accompanying researchers. Personnel are not to remain within SCP-1726 for periods longer than four hours. Materials found within SCP-1726 are not to be removed from SCP-1726.
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Contact with SCP-1726-1 specimens is to be carried out according to Document 1726-CO.
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All documents copied within SCP-1726 are to be stored in Research Archive 18.
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Description: SCP-1726 is a one-story structure located in [REDACTED] Province, China. No anomalies are present in the materials used to build SCP-1726, and the original construction is estimated to date from around 1200 CE.
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The interior of SCP-1726 is a stable spatial anomaly, measuring approximately fourteen square kilometers in area. This space consists of a library, surrounding a small garden and fountain. The contents of this library consist primarily of philosophical, theological, and historical texts, accompanied by artifacts from civilizations in east and central Asia, many of which originate from cultures unknown to general anthropology. The oldest artifacts contained within SCP-1726 are a collection of Yeren tablets dated to approximately 30000 BCE. Other notable civilizations featured are the Shambhalan dynasties, the Lemurian river peoples, the dynasties of Mu, and the Daevic Empire.
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A stone pillar rises out of the central garden of SCP-1726, ascending through a hole in the roof to an unknown height and climbable by means of a wooden walkway spiraling around the edge of the structure. This pillar exists within the spatial anomaly of SCP-1726, and so is not able to be seen from the outside. The exact height is unknown: the highest point reached by Foundation agents is 12.8 km.
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SCP-1726-1 is a group of fifty-four known humanoid constructs, composed of porcelain. Constructs are hollow, capable of full articulation, and will generally appear to be stylized representations of scholarly cultural archetypes. SCP-1726-1 specimens are sapient, and are fluent in various dialects of modern and ancient Chinese languages, and other obscure or extinct dialects. SCP-1726-1-03, SCP-1726-1-20, and SCP-1726-1-44 are fluent in English. SCP-1726-1 behavior generally consists of studying the contents of SCP-1726, and in guiding visitors through SCP-1726.
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When an individual remains outside SCP-1726 for an extended period of time (one to six hours), a specimen of SCP-1726-1 will emerge from the structure and offer to lead the individual in a tour of the library. Upon returning to the entryway, the SCP-1726-1 instance will speak the following phrase in classical Chinese: "I have wandered a great distance, and I have learned ten thousand things." Unaccompanied entry into SCP-1726, even after using the appropriate verbal cue, will result in immediate expulsion from the structure by an unseen force. Extended time spent within SCP-1726 (over four hours) will result in disorientation, memory loss, and nausea due to the spatial compression effects. Climbing the central pillar will not generate this effect.
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Addendum-01: Notable excerpts from texts include:
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“And as I looked back, I saw that my home was lost to the Beast’s stirring. The boat was shaken by the waves, as I watched the last fires on the hills of Mu die out. Despair clutches at my heart, for so much had been lost in our foolishness.”
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Taken from “The Records of the Destruction of Mu”, (c. 25000 BCE), a collection of short tales from one Kai-Zuun-Loo, a survivor of the destruction of the continent.
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“The Daevas returned in triumph, Ab-Leshal at the front of the column of soldiers and great war-beasts that did stretch to the horizon, bringing with them trophies of bronze from far-off lands and peoples in chains to the work in their slave pits. I watched, and I knew fear.”
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Taken from Fragment C of “The Traveler’s Book” (c. 11000 BCE), records of an unnamed individual observing the Daevic Empire. Event described is the triumphal march of Daeva Hhu Rie in 11039 BCE, as is further described in other records of the Low Daevic period.
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“Look here, look there, look behind and look forward. All things are connected, just as the lines of these words are connected, and the cycle turns ever more. Look to those who thought themselves gods: they were cast down by those they have enslaved. Slaves become masters, to be thrown down by their own slaves, and so the cycle goes, forever, until the Earth is blackened and the last stars have died. For the Great Ones have passed, and Mu has passed, and the lands to the South and the West have passed, and even the Empire has passed.”
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A quote from an unknown work, found in Scroll 8 of “Tya Jhalil”, (c. 9000 BCE), a compendium of philosophy written in the aftermath of the collapse of the Daevic Empire.
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[Illegible] was here.
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Graffiti carved on the fountain in the center garden, date unknown, presumed to be at least 150 years of age. Written in English.
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Notable artifacts found within SCP-1726 include:
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1 non-functioning Eternal Engine dating from the High Daevic period (c. 15000 BCE), with schematics for repair.
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4 functioning Low Daevic period slave collars (c. 10000 BCE).
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Remains of 2 deceased hexapedal creatures resembling small cetaceans. Origin unknown.
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6 heavily damaged and inactive fragments of bronze clockwork. Fragments bear carved mantras from the Low Daevic period.
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A sample of tissue from an unknown organism. The tissue contains a high mineral content, and has visible strata within it. Sample is labelled "From the Beast that Destroyed Mu".
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1 wrought-iron lantern, date unknown. The flame within cannot be extinguished, and the addition of fuel does not generate any change.
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102 maps of civilizations cataloged within SCP-1726.
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Addendum-02: ██/██/20██: An unknown entity was observed by researchers described as a squat humanoid with limbs similar to those of an arachnid. The entity was seen re-arranging books, and upon being seen fled from researchers and ascended the central pillar. General research within SCP-1726 has been halted for the time being.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to impossibility of transport, SCP-1734 is contained on-site at Outpost-1734, which is located on an island in the Caribbean Sea approximately 450km east of ████████. The island is not in the vicinity of any practical sailing route, and as such, any civilians that come within 500 meters of the coast are considered to be suspect. Said civilians are to be detained, interrogated, then escorted from the outpost to the nearest appropriate port and administered class-A amnestics.
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Personnel are permitted to board or enter the vessel for research purposes only, and only with the approval of a Level 3 or higher researcher. Following Incident-1734-1E, no personnel are permitted to interact with the appendage protruding from SCP-1734-1. Explorations within SCP-1734-1 are currently suspended.
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Description: SCP-1734 is a grounded 18th Century full-rigged British frigate with considerable damage to the structure but relatively little evidence of deterioration. Artifacts recovered from the ship, however, demonstrate decay and contain material which suggest that it has been grounded for almost 300 years. Direct contact with the structure of the vessel appears to be impossible: matter cannot come closer than 1cm of the walls, floor, ceiling, and supports. Due to this, it is impossible to move or alter any portion of the ship (it does not sway from tidal pressure, and the sails are motionless even in high winds), but items unattached to the structure are unaffected by the phenomenon and exhibit no anomalous properties. The nature of this anomaly is poorly understood, but the entire vessel appears to be isolated from all surrounding matter. This phenomenon does not appear to be hazardous to the material it repels.
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SCP-1734-1 is a spatial anomaly localized around a breach in the deck of the ship. This breach is roughly one (1) meter in diameter and irregularly-shaped. When viewed from the deck, this hole appears to lead to the interior of the ship, which is flooded. This is in contradiction of several explorations within the vessel, all of which have concluded that while the ship is heavily damaged, the immediate chambers beneath the deck are dry. The breach is visible from within the ship, but leads to an indeterminate amount of unlit space; attempts to observe or illuminate the area within have been unsuccessful. While the exterior-side of the anomaly is accessible, the interior-side is rendered impassable by the same phenomenon that prevents contact with the ship.
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Extending from the exterior-side of the anomaly is a tentacle consistent with a specimen of Architeuthis dux, but of abnormal size (the observable length of the appendage is 7 meters, and the width is 35cm). The entity constantly makes slight movements, but is docile unless attacked. If this occurs, it will flail rapidly and wildly until it grasps an organism1. The entity will then drag the victim through the anomaly and into the water, wherein death occurs in 5-10 minutes. If death does not occur by drowning, it will result from [DATA EXPUNGED] (see DOCUMENT SCP-1734-E5). The tentacle will reemerge after 20-30 minutes. Any damage done to the tentacle (including complete destruction) will regenerate in no more than 180 minutes.
D-7569 is a 37-year old Caucasian male with a height of 180cm and a weight of 77kg. Subject has a history of gross domestic violence and multiple convictions of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject has been outfitted with a "Newtsuit" atmospheric diving suit equipped with a 100W HID lamp, an audio headset, and a high-definition recording unit with direct upload to Outpost-1734. The suit is connected via air hose to equipment being operated by Agent █████ and Dr. ███████ on the deck of the SCP-1734.
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D-7569 descends through the breach into the flooded chamber within, and becomes partially submerged; the water in the room appears to be 1 meter deep.
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Dr. Adler: Please crouch down and examine the source of the tentacle.
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D-7569 complies.
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D-7569: It's coming out of a massive, like, 2 yard-wide hole in the floor…I can't see down into it at all.
+Dr. Adler: How far does it extend down the hole?
+D-7569: Shit, I dunno, another 10 yards from the surface of the water, at least.
+Dr. Adler: Noted. Please continue down through the opening.
+D-7569: …You can't be fucking serious.
+Dr. Adler: It won't attack you unless you make a significant effort to harm it. Please continue down the hole.
+D-7569: I don't give a shit, I'm not going down there.
+Dr. Adler: 7569, please think back to our previous conversation-
+D-7569: Go ahead and cut my air, then, I'm not going down there-
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[DATA EXPUNGED]
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+D-7569 descends approximately 10 meters down through the opening.
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D-7569: Fuck this shit…
+Dr. Adler: Can you see the terminus of the tentacle?
+D-7569: The what?
+Dr. Adler: The end of the tentacle, can you see it?
+D-7569: No. There's still another 10 yards below me and I can barely see a thing.
+Dr. Adler: Can you see anything else at all?
+D-7569: No, it's completely dark. (Pause) I thought this was inside a ship, why can't I see anything?
+Dr. Adler: It must be an extension of the anomaly, please continue.
+D-7569: "Please," what a-[IRRELEVANT DIALOGUE REDACTED]
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D-7569 continues his descent, subject is roughly 50 meters below the opening at this point.
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D-7569: This thing goes on for-fucking-ever…wait, what? What the fuck?!
+Dr. Adler: What is it, 7569? What do you see?
+D-7569: There's people down here, at least twenty of them; it's just a mass of bodies. It's a bunch of fucking dead people!
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Video feed confirms D-7569's claim, the tentacle appears to be protruding from a mass of human remains, approximately 20 meters below D-7569's current position. D-7569 continues to descend.
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D-7569: Stop this thing. Pull me back up. Fucking pull me back up!
+Dr. Adler: We need a better look at this.
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D-7569 begins to struggle and yell; video feed becomes too frantic and distorted to differentiate images.
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D-7569: Get me the fuck out of here!
+Dr. Adler: 7569-
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D-7569 starts screaming, approximately 10 meters above the mass.
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Dr. Adler: What is it? What's going on?
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Subject continues screaming; video feed is fixated on the mass below, which is writhing and undulating. Additional tentacles begin to emerge.
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D-7569: PULL ME THE FUCK UP!
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D-7569 continues to scream as the feed becomes distorted again; this continues for another 3 minutes. Scattered images are partially discernible, which indicate that D-7569 is entrapped by the entity's tentacles. The human remains appear to be animate and begin to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Fragments of D-7569's suit adrift are briefly visible before both audio and video feed cut out entirely. When the air hose is recalled, roughly 3 meters of the cable and D-7569 are missing.
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Addendum [1734-001]: Recovered Artifact #27
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This is an excerpt from a journal in the possession of the ship's captain. The journal was recovered from the captain's quarters during the second exploration of the ship, and is extremely worn. Information from the remainder of the text confirms that the vessel was carrying a British privateer crew.
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Day ██
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We've lost half our men. I don't know how we made it out of there at all, but I don't even have the strength to question it. We hit a patch of doldrums an hour after escaping, and we could still see that…place behind us. I thought all of us were going to lose our minds while we drifted there. When we landed on this island, the crew prostrated themselves on the beach; I don't think I've ever been more grateful to see an uninhabited and uneventful spot of earth.
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We're going to recompose ourselves, check for some food in the trees and bushes, then leave before evening. The idea of staying on an island in these waters after nightfall is completely unthinkable.
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Day ██, Entry II
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I have never been possessed of such fury and fear in all my years. Jones brought something from that place with him. An egg. He began to spout that it would be worth a fortune, and we'd be fool to lose all those men with nothing to gain from it. I shot him dead without a word, and cast that foul thing into the sea. I'd sooner face all the armies of Bonaparte then have one of those things on my ship. It's starting to get dark; we need to set sail.
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Day ██, Entry III
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It hatched. Everyone is gone. I'm the only one left. I can hear it…talking to me, telling me what will happen. It knows that I threw it into the sea, and now it delights in tormenting me. They pull their prey into their…"home". I do not know what they call it, and do not want to. I can see the "home" through the hole it ripped in the deck. In there, time stands still, and they can feed for as long as they want. Nothing will move. The stillness of the "home" has leaked out…nothing moves at all.
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The water is so quiet.
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The entry ends here. All remaining pages in the journal are blank.
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Addendum [1734-002]: Researcher's Note
+There is another island about 100 km south-southeast of this one; between the two is a stretch of doldrums. That island is a little smaller than this one, and has the same flora. After recovering and analyzing the artifacts on SCP-1734, we decided to search the place. Five exhaustive examinations later, we hadn't found any evidence of anomalous activity there whatsoever. I decided to record the last search, just to be thorough. After reviewing the footage, something bothers me slightly. The sound of the ocean is rather prominent in the recordings, but I barely remember hearing it at all while I was there.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1760 are to be contained within Site-84. The surrounding four square kilometers are to be enclosed within a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. Citizens are to be dissuaded with a cover story of archaeological research. During manifestation, all instances of SCP-1760 are to be opened and the contents cataloged. SCP-1760 are then to be refitted with tracking beacons and resealed prior to the end of the manifestation.
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Due to the results of the 15/11/2006 opening of SCP-1760-16 and the subject’s increasingly hazardous contents, this particular instance of SCP-1760 is to remain sealed at all times upon manifestation. (See Incident 1760-1)
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Description: SCP-1760-1 through -15 are a series of 15 black pine coffins that annually rise from the ground at noon on November 15th in a wooded area outside Minsk, Belarus. Each coffin bears a white Orthodox cross. No other identifying marks are visible.
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Upon rising from the ground, SCP-1760-1 through 15 are always sealed and contain a full set of human remains that vary with each manifestation. These remains are always Caucasian and dressed in regional funeral attire. Autopsies have shown that these remains are always newly embalmed upon manifestation.
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At midnight on November 20th, each instance of SCP-1760 sinks into the ground regardless of whether or not it has been disturbed. Excavation attempts to locate SCP-1760 upon submersion have shown that the subject stops 3 m below the surface during the remainder of the year. Instances that have been reopened after sinking have been found completely emptied of contents.
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Removing an instance from the site prevents submersion but causes the subject to be replaced at the next manifestation by an identical coffin. At this point, the initial instance loses its anomalous properties. These replacements appear to originate from further beneath the site. Excavation attempts to locate this point of origin have so far been met with failure.
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Bodies that remain outside SCP-1760 after November 20th rapidly decay within 3 hours of the end of the manifestation. The extent of this decay varies with the subject and can range from light decomposition to the subject disintegrating into ash.
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Remains that appear within SCP-1760 have been successfully tracked after the end of a manifestation through the use of tracking beacons. Upon recovery, these beacons have been found buried in caskets, sealed within crypts and increasingly within crematory urns, all within Belorussian borders. Remains recovered in this manner lack any of the observed clothing or embalmment seen during the SCP-1760 manifestation. It is currently unknown how SCP-1760 gains access to, reconstitutes or redresses a body prior to manifestation.
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Every six years, only one instance of SCP-1760 rises on November 15th. Save for the name Pyotr █████████ carved into the lid, this coffin is identical to the other instances and has been given the designation SCP-1760-16. The past contents of this instance have ranged from packed earth to animated remains. Attempts to trace the origin of these contents have been met with failure as tracking beacons cease to function following SCP-1760-16’s complete submersion.
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Investigation into the identity of Pyotr █████████ has revealed that the subject was a Minsk mortician and scientist involved in several Soviet projects in the 1950’s. Recovered records indicate the subject passed away on November 15th, 1959. A majority of the records of █████████’s research were destroyed by GRU Division "P" operatives prior to 1960. Anecdotal evidence suggests experimentation with long term chemical preservation of human remains, as well as chemically induced reanimation and regeneration. The identities of any other scientists involved on the projects are also unknown as such names were expunged from existing records. Exhumation of Pyotr █████████ by research staff has confirmed no anomalous properties with either the remains or burial site.
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According to recovered GRU-P records, SCP-1760 was first discovered in 1961 following local reports of a “casket garden” being opened outside of Minsk. Upon initial containment a plaque was discovered at the site with the following message:
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Let us gather here today to honor the lives and memories of our dearly departed such that they are given immortality upon this Earth.
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SCP-1760 was first contained by Foundation personnel in 1992 following the dissolution of the Soviet Union.
The contents of SCP-1760-16 from 1964 to 1988 were recovered from GRU-P logs. From 1994 onward, all SCP-1760-16 manifestations occurred in Foundation containment.
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<15/11/1964> SCP-1760-16 was filled to capacity with packed earth. Samples matched the soil qualities of a coniferous forest.
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+<15/11/1970> SCP-1760-16 was filled to capacity with teeth. Tests confirm that the teeth were from a mixture from human, canine, feline and ophidian sources.
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+<15/11/1976> SCP-1760-16 was filled to capacity with blood. Tests confirm the blood to be human of mixed blood types.
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+<15/11/1982> 17 bird carcasses. Tests on a captured specimen identified the species as Corvus cornix (Hooded Crow). Upon opening the casket the specimens reanimated and attempted to fly away.
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+<15/11/1988> 1 headless animal carcass. Tests identified the species as a Cervus elaphus (Red Deer). Upon opening of the casket the carcass began to move and attempted to flee the area.
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+<15/11/1994> 1 complete set of human remains similar to those found in normal SCP-1760 instances. Upon opening the casket, the subject began to move and attempted to attack personnel, but was destroyed by Agent ██████ prior to incident.
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+<15/11/2000> 62 human hands of various size and levels of decomposition. Upon opening the casket, the hands reanimated and attempted to swarm Researcher ████ but were contained prior to any injury.
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+<15/11/2006> (See Incident 1760-1)
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+<15/11/2012>(See Incident 1760-2)
On 15/11/2006, at 14:30, Researchers ███████, █████ and ███ reported the sound of heavy breathing coming from inside SCP-1760-16 prior to opening. The researchers waited for Agents ██████ and ███████ to arrive for additional security before proceeding. Upon opening the casket an animal carcass burst out, knocking Agent ███████ to the ground. The subject then immediately exploded, releasing a large amount of bone matter that acted as shrapnel. The explosion caused █ casualties.
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+Upon testing the carcass was identified as Sus scrofa domesticus (Domestic Pig) whereas the bone fragments released in the explosion proved to be human. The source of the explosion has yet to be identified.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents shall monitor news networks in the United States and Canada for any reports of unusual aircraft activity. Instances of SCP-1835 are to be explained away as experimental aircraft being tested by Sonny Croft Propulsion, a Foundation front. Mobile Task Force Phi-59 ("Hindenburg Haters") will collect as many instances of SCP-1835-A documentation as is logistically feasible after an SCP-1835 event. Class C Amnestics will be dispersed over population centers affected by SCP-1835 in the event of a Grade 3 Public Awareness Breach.
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Description: SCP-1835 is the designation given to a series of anomalous aircraft that have manifested throughout Canada and the northern United States since 19██. These aircraft strongly resemble rigid airship dirigibles used throughout the late 19th and early 20th century; however, close examination of their external frame has revealed technological sophistication far beyond that of the last rigid airships used before their widespread replacement by airplanes after World War II, with some researchers hypothesizing technological advancement surpassing the few rigid airships currently in use around the world.
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Shortly after manifesting, SCP-1835 instances will travel in a straight direction at an average speed of 60 km/h, maintaining this course for between twenty to forty minutes before demanifesting again. Attempts to come within close proximity of SCP-1835 instances have proven futile: when any aircraft come within 150 metres of the airspace of an SCP-1835 instance, it will demanifest, appearing to briefly "shimmer" before vanishing. Photographs of the interior of SCP-1835 instances taken at a distance seem to indicate that no personnel are onboard the ship, and instances appear to be automated.
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Thus far, researchers have not been able to discern any meaningful pattern from recorded manifestations of SCP-1835. To date, the southernmost instance of SCP-1835 that has been recorded manifested in an abandoned field in southern Minnesota on █/█/████, and the northernmost instance outside of Slave Lake, Alberta on ██/█/████.
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In ██ recorded manifestations, SCP-1835 instances have dropped flyers from their interiors. Several flyers have been transcribed below:
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Document SCP-1835-34-A
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ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS!
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In accordance with Article V, Section 33 of the Basic Law of the Federated Empire of Rupertia, all citizens aged 20 to 39 are hereby drafted to serve in the War of Alarian Aggression. The nation of Alaria has antagonized the peace-loving peoples of our glorious Empire for far too long, and Emperor Stephen XI, in his enlightened wisdom, has decreed that their antagonism towards our nation must come to an end. Eligible citizens are required to report to their local Enlistment Center for processing.
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LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!
+LONG LIVE RUPERTIA!
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Document SCP-1835-53-A
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A Message From The Respected Stephen XI, Emperor of Rupertia
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Greetings, citizens of the Empire. In the months since the war to preserve the independence of our glorious country began, I have heard many fears and apprehensions expressed by citizens participating in the war effort. I share your concerns. The barbaric and ruthless Alarians, in their relentless quest to deprive us of our liberty and way of life, have been working tirelessly to sow the seeds of discontent within our populace and destroy our morale. But let me assure you: so long as I draw breath, we shall never give in.
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Times have been difficult for all of us. I myself have been forced to go on rations, as have my family members. It is times like these that test our resolve; the Natural Law of the world dictates that the strong willed survive whilst the weak perish. And as Rupertians, we are the strongest, most honorable people on the face of the Earth, and it is the will of the Cosmos that we will drive the invaders from our country and secure peace and prosperity for our progeny.
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I encourage all citizens to report any potential Alarian spies and sympathizers to the proper authorities with due haste. As a citizenry, we must be united in our war effort. Traitorous sympathizers, such as the recently executed Mikel Somptik, will not be tolerated on our soil. It is your duty to your country and the Cosmos to remain united in the face of the gravest threat to our existence in living memory.
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I thank you all for your continual efforts to ensure our success. The loyal patriots of the Information Ministry will keep you updated on the progress of the war.
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Regards,
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The Respected Stephen XI
+Emperor of Rupertia
+Long Live The Emperor
+Long Live Rupertia
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Document SCP-1835-59-A
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Addressing Misconceptions and Planted Lies
+A Message From the Information Ministry
+Citizens of Rupertia,
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It has come to our attention that numerous false rumors planted by Alarian spies have made their way into the public discourse. As the educational arm of the Empire, it is the duty of the Information Ministry to refute these lies:
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1. Alarian soldiers have not infiltrated Rupertian territory. Since the initial invasion, all Alarian soldiers have been repelled. Reports indicating otherwise are false propaganda.
+2. Casualties are at a sustainable level, and our reserves are filled with healthy soldiers ready to do their duty to their Emperor and Country.
+3. Rupertian citizens of Alarian ancestry have indeed been relocated for the duration of the war effort; however, this has not been done to question their patriotism, merely to ensure their safety.
+4. Finally, the Emperor and his family are alive and well, and are doing all they can to ensure the war ends swiftly and in an honorable victory for the Federated Empire of Rupertia.
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Please remember to report any potential rumors and disloyal citizens to the Information Ministry and Protection Ministry, respectively.
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Long Live The Emperor
+Long Live Rupertia
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Document SCP-1835-61
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Flyer contains two sentences, in large font covering the entire page.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1862 is to be contained in a chamber of similar proportions and furnishings to a Class-2 humanoid containment cell, but with all inner surfaces constructed entirely of plexiglass, polyethylene, polypropylene, or other 1862-Safe materials. A complete list of 1862-Safe substances may be found in Document 1862-A. Unexposed structural elements may be constructed of standard materials.
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The containment cell is to be outfitted with an airlock to prevent contamination of the rest of the facility. All personnel entering the chamber must be wearing 1862-Safe full-body protective suits, complete with respirators. In the event of contamination, personel are to immediately wash and apply calcium gluconate gel to the affected area, then report to the infirmary for treatment.
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Contingent on continued good behavior, SCP-1862 is to be provided with music, 1862-Safe writing materials, and access to television shows and news projected into the cell. Other requests may be approved on a case-by-case basis by the project director. SCP-1862 is to be provided with 3 litres of distilled water each day, contained in 1862-Safe bottles. Additionally, once per week, a piece of fluorite of no less than 200mg is to be given to SCP-1862. SCP-1862 is under the impression that it is in custody of the FBI's Unusual Incident Unit, and current policy is to allow it to continue in that belief.
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Description: SCP-1862 appears to be a young male human of Hispanic descent, with dull yellow skin. All organs and systems of SCP-1862 are based on fluorine. Skin and most connective tissue is constructed of impure polytetrafluoroethylene, more commonly known as Teflon. Internal structures are all made of various fluorine compounds. In place of blood, SCP-1862 has oxygen-carrying perfluorochemicals. Instead of sweating, SCP-1862 secretes hydrofluoric acid.
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SCP-1862 requires oxygen, and exhales a mixture of fluorine and gaseous hydrogen fluoride. Though SCP-1862 cannot eat food, it requires water, and fluorite has proven beneficial for its health. How SCP-1862 continues functioning despite its aberrant biochemistry is presently unclear.
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Prior to containment, SCP-1862 was an orderly named Michael Cerrano at a Washington D.C. hospital. On the side, he ran a conspiracy website www.truthoffluorine.███ dedicated to proving that the United States government was poisoning its citizens through fluoridated drinking water. For a sample of the content of the site, please consult Addendum 1862-10.
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Of possible note is that among the approximately 1400 regular posters on the site's forum, at least thirty went missing within a six month period before the containment of SCP-1862. The connection between SCP-1862's website and its present condition is unknown.
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Addendum 1862-10: The following are excerpts from www.truthoffluorine.███, a website created and operated by Michael Cerrano, before he became SCP-1862.
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For decades now, USAGOV has been poisoning us through our everyday products. Our nations water system is churning with poison. That poison is called Fluorine, element 9, and it's a poison of body mind & soul. Studies show that Fluorine lowers IQ by as much as ten points each year of continued exposure. They do this to keep us docile, so we don't care that USAGOV has turned on us. Even now, a campaign of brain-washing & intimidation & bone melting is being waged against WE THE PEOPLE, and the weapon of choice of USAGOV is Fluorine 9.
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I spoke to my contact in the UIU and he told me how he & some friends get sent down to the "treatment" (poisoning) plant at McMillan by their supervisor. This was on the 18th (2x9) of the month, and the UIU is Division 9 of the FBI. When he got there, they gave him and the others canisters with some liquid to wheel into the basement. They told him that if one of the canisters tipped over, he & his friends would die, and they would dump the bodies in the sand towers where they wouldn't be found. Are you wondering what I was when he told me this? That's right — what could have been in those canisters that's worth killing him over if he found out was inside them?
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Its not so simple as to just avoid the poison taps. Many bottled water companies are Traitor and fill their bottles with poison tap water. USAGOV has some fluoridate their water on-site. They don't mention this on the bottles, because they know that WE THE PEOPLE wont stand for it. If you buy just the right brands, the super-markets (super-Dupes) record it & give all your information to anyone who comes asking. They also make it so your coupons don't work there. Then UIU, Sector, or Hand agents come to your house and pump you full of Fluorine 9 until you do whatever they say. So get your water off the grid. It's still wise to check at the super-market every so often though if they still take your coupons. If they ever don't, don't leave your house for the next few days and DONT answer the door.
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Addendum 1862-20: Excerpt from an interview with SCP-1862 regarding its behavior in containment.
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Dr. Coleman: Then you are not bothered by remaining in containment, perhaps indefinitely?
+SCP-1862: Nah. I'd just be putting everyone around me in danger. Can't have someone like me, who knows what I know running around, right? Besides, I get to know I was right all along. How many people get to see behind the veil of lies, man?
+Dr. Coleman: We still haven't been able to find any evidence of the attempts to poison the water supply. The amount of fluorine added to water in fluoridation is well within safe limits.
+SCP-1862: Doc, that's the point. There are no safe limits. Jeez, I love you guys, but the Sector really does keep you in the dark. Better than getting picked up by the Hand, at least. I wouldn't want to be bowing to their star-gods.
+Dr. Coleman: I see. I believe we're done for today. Thank you for your cooperation.
+SCP-1862: Wait, can I ask a question?
+Dr. Coleman: I can't promise I'll be able to answer, but I suppose you can, yes.
+SCP-1862: The Sector — is that short for Sector Control Protocol?
+Dr. Coleman: I don't believe I know the answer to that.
+SCP-1862: Yeah, figured you wouldn't. Okay, one last one. The water you give me, you don't get it from the tap, right?
+Dr. Coleman: No, we don't.
+SCP-1862: Good. That's good. You know what kind of stuff they put in tap water?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1896 should be stored with the rope-portion coiled and fastened with a sturdy cable tie; a sealed plastic cover is sufficient protection for the tire-portion. The item is currently stored with the other Bonifay family artifacts at Research Sector-09 (see Addenda).
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Description: SCP-1896 is a crudely-made swing, consisting of a hemp rope (approx. 3m in length) and an old automobile tire.
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If left unattended, SCP-1896 will fasten itself to an invisible anchorage. The object will hang with the tire portion suspended 1m above the ground, rope stretching vertically and looped as if encircling a horizontal support.
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For unknown reasons, this phenomenon will not take place while a human subject is physically observing the object. Video surveillance, however, has revealed that the rope-portion of SCP-1896 does not levitate but moves jerkily, as if it is being tossed. This “toss” will sometimes fail several times in succession before the rope "lands" successfully and anchors itself with several loops.
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Once suspended, the anomaly will remain hanging indefinitely. Attempts to sever the rope while the object is suspended have been unsuccessful; however (with some difficulty) the anchoring knot can be unfastened by hand, and SCP-1896 will fall to the ground. These efforts have revealed that the object's apparent "anchor" is not only invisible but intangible: subjects have extended an arm through the taut loop without struggle or side-effect.
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While levitated, the anomaly has been observed to rock and sway as if in response to a breeze, even while contained in a draftless room. Less frequently, the tire-portion will sag as if supporting weight and swing at measured intervals. If SCP-1896 is touched at this time, its motions will still and the "weight" simply vanish.
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Tests with human subjects suggest that SCP-1896 is capable of temporarily distorting the sensory perceptions of those who sit or stand on its suspended surface. The intensity of these distortions increases in proportion to time spent in contact with the object.
Procedure: Subjects are seated on SCP-1896 in its suspended state or permitted to stand on the tire-portion while grasping the rope. Subjects are instructed to remain in the same position, unmoving, until the designated time has elapsed. Subjects are prompted throughout the test to describe any unusual sensations.
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After 20-40 seconds, the majority of subjects report feeling a slight breeze, although all tests were conducted in a sealed room. Three of the subjects describe a sensation like sunlight— warmth, but without accompanying brightness.
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After 4 minutes elapse, subject and object begin a gentle swinging motion. Whether this motion is unconsciously caused by the subjects or the result of the anomalous breeze is unclear.
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Almost precisely at the 5 minute mark, nine of the ten test subjects visibly react to some stimulus invisible to research staff. The only subject who does not react is D-4399, a 35 year old male who has been deaf since birth. These reactions are notably positive— subjects glance around the testing room attentively, and several smile or laugh.
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Results: All nine subjects, with the exception of D-4399 (who only experienced the tactile distortions), gave a similar report at the test's conclusion: as time passed, each individual had become less aware of the testing room. The majority experienced the sensations of sun and wind, with several claiming to have heard the rustling of leaves or grass.
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When questioned about their visible reaction at the 5 minute mark, subjects described differing sensations with a common theme: some claimed to hear distant sounds of laughter, two described the sound of a woman singing, and a few heard children chanting, as if playing a game.
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It is worth noting that the few test subjects who regarded the experience as disturbing or unusual did so only in retrospect— subjects invariably described their state of mind during the test as peaceful.
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Test 2 (20-35 min)
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Procedure: (as described in Test 1)
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The first 20 minutes of the test proceed with the same results described in Test 1; after 30 minutes have elapsed, however, subjects grow markedly less responsive to audible or visual cues from research staff.
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After breaking physical contact with SCP-1896, subjects revert to prior levels of responsiveness and communicativeness.
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Results: Subjects described stronger and more varied sensations— predominantly tactile, but also olfactory and audible. Some remembered hearing the rustle of dry grasses or the sounds of insects, others detected the distinct scent of smoke or wet earth.
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Subjects were unable to reconcile certain remembered details with prior memories or experiences. For example, while in contact with SCP-1896, one subject claimed to hear “katydids”; however, after completing the test, she could not recall hearing the sound of "katydids" (or even the word, a colloquial name for Tettigoniids) prior to the experiment.
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Test 3 (45min-1hr)
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Procedure: (as described in Test 1)
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The first 35 minutes of the test proceed as previously described. After the 40 minute mark, however, subjects grow unresponsive to the point of appearing catatonic. The arc of SCP-1896's movement increases significantly. Regardless of this increase in speed and motion, none of the subjects appear to be in danger of falling.
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After 50-55 minutes, the object's measured back-and-forth motion gives way to erratic, slowing spirals. The motion continues to slow until the predetermined hour is passed, sometimes ceasing altogether.
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Despite the increase and decrease in motion, subjects remain unmoving and insensible until a second party makes physical contact with SCP-1896. At this point, some subjects fall forward and others startle, as if waking from sleep.
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Results: As suggested by the results of Test 2, the longer contact with SCP-1896 was prolonged the more vivid the subjects' sensory experiences grew. In every case, recollected sounds and smells gave way to waking-dreams of swinging under a tree in a wide field. Subjects described a similar setting with different details: six of ten subjects recalled the sight and smell of burned grass, five subjects felt and saw bright sunlight, and two remembered a damp heat and glimpses of thunderheads.
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One detail was consistent in all ten tests: at an unspecified point after the 40 minute mark, subjects claimed to have heard a voice calling out to someone. Some described the voice as a child's, others as a woman or man's— but all ten reported a similar reaction. The following excerpt from the post-test interview with D-8526 typifies the subjects' descriptions of this encounter:
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D-8526:Yeah, I recognized her voice right away. I'm positive it was a woman's voice, but deeper than mine, you know?— Maybe older. It was the same woman who was laughing, before, but now she was calling someone. [researcher questions, subject appears perplexed] No. I can't really remember what she was saying. I just know she was calling someone— it made me feel really, like, I dunno. It's weird, but I thought about playing outside as a kid, in the street. Everyone would get called inside for dinner, and you'd ignore your name a few times and pretend you didn't hear— but when you heard your full name it really meant business, and you'd just jump and run, you know? [subject shakes her head] Whatever. It sort of felt like that.
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[researcher questions] No, it wasn't my name she was calling, I'm pretty sure, but I still felt like I should answer. [a pause, subject rubs her eyes] I couldn't see anybody, but her voice kept coming closer— and first it sounded mad, like, "get your ass over here, now!" But she just kept calling and calling and no one answered, and she started sounding really scared, like "please, please"… [subject is visibly distressed, but collects herself] …like, just really helpless. I never saw anybody, but I felt like she went right past me. I couldn't move or shout or say anything. Then she stopped calling.
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Addendum 1:
+A similar tire swing has been identified in ten of the twenty-six photographs contained in SCP-1890. Close examination of these images (particularly the distinctive rubber tread, which corresponds to models from the 1920s) as well as the results of Test 3 strongly suggest that the object in containment and the object in the photographs are one and the same.
Special Containment Procedures: Each instance of SCP-1956 is to be contained in an individual standard humanoid containment chamber. Each instance of SCP-1956 is to be fed standard rations daily. Personnel tasked with interviewing SCP-1956 must read sheet SCP-1956-A-Lagomian, which contains SCP-1956's partially translated language. Small items, such as culinary mushrooms and cheese, may be given if good behaviour is maintained.
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Description: SCP-1956 is the collective designation of 53 humanoid beings measuring approximately 0.6 m in height and 8 kg on average. They vaguely resemble human infants with striped clothes of varying appearance covering their entire bodies except for their faces. Testing has revealed these clothes are actually part of their bodies. Even though they possess a varying number of tentacle-like appendages on their heads, they have the same physiological needs as human beings.
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SCP-1956 are capable of telepathic communication and changing their body structure to generate new limbs. They are also capable of swallowing objects that should not fit inside them. The means through which they achieve this are still being researched. These abilities assist them in their characteristic "performances", which involve musical numbers and acrobatic stunts simultaneously. (See Video Log 1956-17)
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SCP-1956-1 are gasoline-powered robots used by instances of SCP-1956 to play music. They resemble arthropod-like versions of common musical instruments, as well as unidentifiable versions. They seem to possess a rudimentary intelligence and refuse to be played by anyone other than instances of SCP-1956.
+Addendum SCP-1956-1: Promotional material of SCP-1956's performance.
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00:00 - Instances crawl and jump around the walls, grabbing the bugs with their head tentacles and slowly swallowing them. The bugs thrash around as they do so.
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00:38 - Instances chew and regurgitate the bugs, now transformed into musical instruments. They bite the instruments so they don't escape.
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00:45 - Instances start playing. Some start to ride their winged instruments and fly around the stage, often in erratic angles and very close to the audience. They finish by colliding with each other. After falling, they break their bones and then move them back into their original positions without showing any signs of pain.
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03:30 - Several instances climb on top of each other and combine multiple keyboards into a ring. Three other instances climb into it and start tap dancing to play music as the others spin the ring-shaped keyboard. After several minutes, they spin it so fast the instances inside the ring combine into a single, deformed body. They keep playing for several more minutes, despite signs of extreme discomfort. After the end, the deformed instances lift a guitar above their heads and then swing it down with extreme force, crushing them and part of the ground. They crawl out of the debris, now separated.
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06:32 - Instances climb on top of each other to form a pyramid-like shape. At the top are two instances balancing themselves on top of beetle-like instruments. The instances below start spinning and playing as the ones on top try to push each other off into the ground below. The music climaxes as the instances on top jump into the air and hit each other, causing their instruments to break into their components, which fly toward the audience's faces while on fire. Before they can hit, the instances grab them with their head tentacles and then swallow them.
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08:30 - Performance ends.
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Addendum SCP-1956-3:Interview Log
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Interviewed: SCP-1956-17, identified as "Wali Oodim Ziptzok"
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+Interviewer: Agent ██████
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+Foreword: Due to the incomplete translation of Lagomian, the meanings of some words are estimations.
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<Begin Log>
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Agent ██████: SCP-1956-17, can you tell us more about your home?
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+SCP-1956-17: Ahhhh…from Lagom. Big place, bigger than this. Stone clouds woven together.
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+Agent ██████: Please elaborate.
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+SCP-1956-17: Lagom has <UNKNOWN: "cursumi">, rock and metal combined, and we cultivate <UNKNOWN: "uilicoz">, a <UNKNOWN: "uiliken"> of glowing plants to light the places where there are no lights. Dark almost everywhere. Before cursumi and uilicoz, we were alone and could not travel far. Scare to think of this <UNKNOWN: "zulims">. Glad not born back then.
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+Agent ██████: Isn't there a ground below?
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SCP-1956-17: What? Ground empty. Funny to look at sometimes. Makes head hurt. Others live there, they say, but I don't believe. Nothing to touch, everyone know! That funny talk, I say.
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Agent ██████: Please tell me more about your species.
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SCP-1956-17: We are young, <father/protector> used to say. Many older things out there. We have many colors and stripes around, not just these you see. Dark almost always, so we play music, dance and sing. We don't live more than 10 <UNKNOWN: "hirzulims">, many monsters around, so we have many brothers. But we are smart, we build traps and study monsters, then build monsters that work for us. They are called <UNKNOWN: "harrzagumluboks">, and some help us play better music.
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Agent ██████: How did you arrive here?
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SCP-1956-17: Ahhh…complicated. We don't know everything. But here goes. We received a visit from a group of you on <UNKNOWN: "marl hubum hirzulim">. But this was not new, you tall guys visited us before, just to hear us play and see us dance. They came from these holes and doors that lead to a place full of books, but we don't know how to go there. The new visitors said they were artists and musicians, a circus. They brought weird animals and toys with them, and more tall guys, but all very different. One was very scary, he had an upside-down face. They brought much food and drink too, to have this big party before the bet with our <UNKNOWN:"Nargalums">.
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Agent ██████: What was the bet?
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SCP-1956-17: We had a competition to see best artists. But this time, they did not wanted metal or harrzagumluboks, they wanted me and the others you have here. It was best out of three, like Nargalums said. First, there was best music part. We won, you should saw it. Fular has had very bad music, very funny. Then came the dances, and Fular brought these tall guys made of wood with strings on them, and they won. On the last part, there was cooking, and their food was so very good. I'm… I'm sorry, I should not talking like that. I know they not play fair! Only way!
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Agent ██████: Did your leaders agree with letting the circus take you?
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SCP-1956-17: …Yes. They did. After all, they won all that cheese, mushrooms and harrzagumluboks we never saw before. Can you believe that? Fular won, and he had still the courage to offer them more, as if we were not enough!
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Agent ██████: Thank you. This is enough for the interview.
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SCP-1956-17: Wait! You tall guys in white are very smart! We heard you talking about the holes and doors those tall guys with the books could make! Do you think you make some for us so we can go back? We miss our families and our home! We will give you anything!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2041 is currently being kept in Mobile Research Lab 48-M under the supervision of a temporary investigative research team headed by Dr. Darritz.
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Description: SCP-2041 is a playground-style merry-go-round, approximately 2.3 meters in diameter. It is composed of galvanized steel, and coated in red acrylic paint. It was discovered in the playground of ████████ School, in ██████, Denmark. The school itself had closed ██ years previously due to budget cuts, but children in nearby neighborhoods still used the playground equipment regularly. Numerous reports of children in the area disturbed by hallucinations led to the recovery of the object, which was in notably better condition than the other equipment. It is suspected it was added to the playground after the school shut down.
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SCP-2041's effects are not experienced unless it is used outside, uncovered. If a person has been spinning on it for a duration of 10 seconds or more at a speed of at least 9 km/h, they will begin to experience hallucinations. Initially, descriptions of these hallucinations recorded from D-Class and several researchers were consistent and benign in nature. Researcher Paasio tested the object after it was deemed safe, and was able to give the most cohesive and detailed account of the object's effects. Below is a transcript of his description:
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Normally on these things you just hold tight, and don't pay much attention to the blurry world spinning around you. But on this thing, you feel like you want to look up and around after its effects kick in, like the illusion is drawing your attention, almost forcefully. You can tell that the world is still spinning quickly around you, but somehow you're able to focus on individual details like a person or object in the background. Some things start to look like they're out of an old cartoon, like the sun will have a big smiley face, and the trees appear to swaying back and forth happily, like they're dancing. Any people in the area appear to look damn near euphoric, though they don't look like cartoons. I know it might sound creepy, but it doesn't feel sinister at all. It just feels like…I dunno, manufactured fun? Like a misguided Walt Disney wannabe thought it up. I'm not sure if that's what freaked out all those kids that used it, but I don't have any other explanation for it. The only thing that seemed off was that Agent Bjerre had a yellow tinge to his skin, and he looked…grumpier than usual I guess.
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Further testing revealed no other anomalies, and Agent Bjerre was the only person reported by a test subject to appear yellow while they were riding.
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Addendum-01: Request for additional testing approved by Dr. Darritz. Researcher Paasio provided several new ideas for variables that were overlooked in the initial testing of SCP-2041.
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Addendum-02: Testing was concluded, with no new results. Researcher Paasio inquired about interviewing the children who were frightened by their experience with SCP-2041. Agent Bjerre was in charge of those interviews, and was asked to provide their recordings, as he had not initially relinquished custody of the tapes to the research team assigned to SCP-2041. The tapes had been damaged due to mishandling, though Foundation sound engineers were able to recover excerpts from two of the interviews. Agent Bjerre was reprimanded for not following proper procedure, as he was also unable to find his notes from the interviews.
Foreword: Excerpt of Interview with ██████ ████, age 12.
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Agent Bjerre: Was that scary to you?
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██████: No, that wasn't scary, but I thought it was kinda weird.
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Agent Bjerre: Weird in what way?
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██████: Um, well I'd never had that happen to me on a merry-go-round before. It was kinda cool, too.
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Agent Bjerre: Then what did frighten you?
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██████: Um, well usually when I was spinning on it, my friends all looked happy. Then one time there was this kid at the playground already when we got there. None of us liked him, so we just ignored him. When I was riding the merry-go-round, he looked yellow.
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██████: Um, his skin was yellow, almost a little orange, and he had a yellow-orange glow around him. And he looked, um, angry. He…he didn't look normal. He looked sorta scary. Like he was a little taller than normal, and skinnier, and I coulda swore he had a little bit of a beard. When he was there, the sun didn't look as happy, and the birds looked a little scared. After my friends took their turns, they said they saw the same thing I saw. We didn't say anything to the kid about it though.
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Agent Bjerre: I'm guessing that didn't cause your…episode, either.
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██████: No, it didn't. We used the merry-go-round a lot, so we would see different yellow people sometimes. And sometimes orange people, too. They looked even scarier than the yellow ones. They looked even taller and skinner, with mean looking eyes and really big mouths. When they were around, the sun looked sad, and the trees stopped dancing.
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Agent Bjerre: What did these yellow and orange people look like when you weren't riding the merry-go-round?
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██████: I dunno, they were all different. I guess…I guess I didn't see many girls. Maybe just one or two who were old ladies. Well, um, not really old ladies or anything. Older than my mom, I guess. The rest were all guys. The orange ones were usually older.
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Agent Bjerre: Son, that is actually very helpful. But I can tell you really don't want to talk about what caused you to go to the hospital. Unfortunately I do need you to tell me, as it might save lives. I need you to be brave for me.
Foreword: Excerpt of Interview with ██████ ████████, age 8
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█████: -did that too. I don't like that. Please, I want to go home.
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Agent Bjerre: You can go home soon, I promise. What color was he? I need to know.
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█████: He was orange at first. Then my friend Marcus dis-
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Addendum-03: Researcher Paasio committed suicide by hanging himself shortly after he had completed the new round of testing. An investigation is ongoing to determine if SCP-2041 contributed to his death. Additional testing of the object has been authorized.
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Addendum-04: Additional testing results have been deemed inconclusive. Though a link could not be made between SCP-2041 and Researcher Paasio's death, one of the children interviewed after the object's recovery was recently reported to have committed suicide by purposely walking into the path of an oncoming truck. Normal testing has been suspended, as Agent Bjerre has proposed a hypothesis for the intended function of SCP-2041, which is currently being investigated using Mobile Research Lab 48-M. That operation is currently classified due to its nature, though results will be added to this report once the operation is over.
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Addendum-05: A file entitled "pdf file" was emailed to Dr. Darritz on ██/██/████. It contained the following message:
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Doctor, do you know what kind of people gravitate towards schools, towards playgrounds, towards children? Whoever invented that thing was a genius. I'd like to shake his hand someday. For now, you may want to watch your back better than I watched my own.
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The file was sent from a temporary email address which could not be traced.
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Addendum-06: Agent Bjerre has been suspended from duty pending an investigation into possibly tampering with SCP-2041 and the research surrounding it. Dr. Darritz has requested that testing be continued using Mobile Research Lab 48-M, and has submitted a new hypothesis to support this request.
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Alpha-3 ("Running Mates") has been commissioned in order to contain SCP-2078; at no time are more than 49% of the membership of MTF Alpha-3 to possess American citizenship. In order to identify SCP-2078 infection vectors and infectees, MTF Alpha-3 operatives have been granted access to all Foundation telecommunications surveillance of the United States of America. MTF Alpha-3 also conducts regular scans of American news media, physical correspondence, and internet activity.
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Once identified, infectees are to be apprehended by MTF Alpha-3 personnel within twelve hours; failure to do so constitutes a containment breach. Contingents of MTF Alpha-3 armed with non-lethal weaponry are to assault any predicted or discovered mass congregations of SCP-2078 infectees; failure to apprehend all SCP-2078 infectees constitutes a containment breach and warrants usage of lethal force.
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MTF Alpha-3 agents embedded in the Federal Elections Commission (FEC) and American state governments are to intercept all attempts to register SCP-2078-1 as a candidate for election. MTF Alpha-3 operatives are to conduct surveillance of all American polling places on Election Day. In the event of a containment breach, aerosolized deployment of amnestics as well as detention and interrogation of civilians is authorized.
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All materials identified to be SCP-2078 infection vectors are to be subjected to standard CogHaz-4 containment and information sanitation protocols (full documentation on CogHaz-4 protocols are available to all members of MTF Alpha-3). All members of MTF Alpha-3 are to be trained in counter-memetic practices. Civilians or Foundation personnel infected with SCP-2078 are to be administered amnestics. If initial amnestic administration is unsuccessful in removing infection, researchers are permitted to administer Class-█ amnestics to infected subjects and reclassify them as Class-D personnel.
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Description: SCP-2078 is a meme transmitted by media or word-of-mouth communication referencing an individual named "████ █████", hereafter designated SCP-2078-1, an independent candidate who runs in every presidential election of the United States of America. There is no evidence that SCP-2078-1 exists in reality; the only information that is known regarding SCP-2078-1 comes from material produced by and interviews with SCP-2078 infectees. SCP-2078 only affects individuals who self-identify as citizens of the United States of America. Individuals must be exposed to infection vectors at a certain rate, ranging from three to twenty-five minutes per day, in order to become infected. Knowledge of SCP-2078's memetic nature and other counter-memetic practices are effective at combating infection.
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SCP-2078-1's political platform is unorthodox. Planks include legislation mandating a "birth requirement" of four or more children for all married couples, legislation defunding essential governmental programs such as defense or welfare in order to increase government subsidies of food-related industries, and a constitutional amendment prohibiting vegetarianism (Document-2078-██ compiles all information regarding SCP-2078-1's political platform).
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SCP-2078 infection dramatically alters an individual's behavior. All infectees, regardless of prior political affiliation, ascribe to SCP-2078-1's political platform; most infectees actively seek to spread SCP-2078 through the creation of political advertisements, usage of social media, or simple word-of-mouth communication. Furthermore, most infectees exhibit dramatically increased appetite, as well as decreased aversion to unhygienic practices. Experimentation has confirmed that SCP-2078 infectees lack a satiety response, enabling them to consume far in excess of normal human capacities.
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SCP-2078 infectees have been observed to coordinate gatherings of up to approximately two hundred infected individuals. These gatherings have been recorded to last for up to a week. Infectees employed in food service professions often use their positions to deliver large quantities of food to the gathering place in order to facilitate near-constant food consumption. Due to inadequate waste disposal facilities and infectee disregard for cleanliness, sanitation suffers dramatically. Infection and disease, sometimes resulting in death, are common. Infectees typically burn the bodies of the deceased.
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SCP-2078 infection vectors are distributed throughout the internet and mass media by an unknown source. Furthermore, despite Foundation intervention, SCP-2078-1’s name has occasionally appeared on the ballots of some voting districts.
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Addendum-2078A: On ██/██/20██, MTF Alpha-3 operatives intercepted a video file containing SCP-2078 infection vectors intended to be distributed via the internet. Notably, the advertisement seemed to include the first recorded instance of direct communication from SCP-2078-1. A transcript is provided below.
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Retrieved Document Log 2078-23
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Camera pans over a sequence of still images of farmland and domesticated animals. Soft piano music plays in background. The sequence of images ends with a shot of an apple tree, with white picket fence in foreground and house in background. A man, wearing a suit with a blue tie, enters from the right into the shot. His face is digitally obscured, making it impossible to determine identity. He is using a toothpick, which he quickly discards. The man is presumed to be or represent SCP-2078-1.
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SCP-2078-1: I'm very lucky to be here today, and those of you who've given me support should all feel very proud of yourselves for working so hard to make this possible. I want to share with you some of my beliefs.
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SCP-2078-1 is shown giving a speech to an audience, which stands and applauds. SCP-2078-1's voice continues to narrate.
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SCP-2078-1: I believe in people power. I believe that together, Americans can accomplish amazing things. I decided to run for President because I had faith that America could make the right choice.
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Children are shown feeding chickens.
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SCP-2078-1: I'm all about moving back towards America's roots. You see, other politicians don't like to acknowledge America's fundamentals. We need those fundamentals to turn ourselves away from the path of asceticism.
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SCP-2078-1 is shown helping to deliver a baby. SCP-2078-1's voice is partially obscured by the mother's vocalizations.
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SCP-2078-1: I firmly believe that America can make the right choice to reclaim our potential from the forces that have gripped this country for the past six thousand years.
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Same shot of chickens as before is displayed. Children have disappeared. One chicken has scraps of cloth stuck in its claws. SCP-2078-1 then re-enters screen.
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SCP-2078-1: I want you to imagine an America where you can always hear a beating heart to reassure you that we are alive and that blood yet flows through these soft, soapy limbs. The Declaration of Independence says that we are given an inalienable right to the pursuit of happiness, but America, we are miserable. To think, to feel, to act, to be free—to be human—is to be miserable. The alternative is obvious. Think about what it would be like to strip off your clothes and feel your innards grow thick and heavy while incense wafts upwards from your loins and coils itself in your nose. Think about what it means to want nothing and know nothing. Imagine a world where we are all stuffed tight in a cramped, dim, sour-smelling place. Throughout the entire packed mass you'd feel the warmth and sweat and skin and soft fat of every other American. You'd hear their cries echo from wall to wall. And the world would know the dark, pulsating heart of this country.
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Screen fades to black. The words "[REDACTED] 20██" appear on the screen. Fine print at the bottom of the screen reads, "I can smell the fat burning off your bones."
Special Containment Procedures: Reliquary Site-26 was constructed around SCP-2095, preventing access and enclosing it from view. Site-26 has been disguised as a weather observatory and agents within the Greek government are to ensure that the site is publicly viewed as such.
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Description: SCP-2095 is a primarily subterranean temple complex1 located at Gyaros, an arid and uninhabited Greek island in the Aegean Sea. Structure predates previously known archaeological sites on the island. Inscriptions found within have included Cretan hieroglyphs, Linear A, Hittite Cuneiform, and a previously unknown writing system composed of spiral-shaped glyphs varying in complexity.2
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SCP-2095 is composed of entirely biological material and is believed to have once been a living organism. Samples taken from SCP-2095 have revealed bone, chitin, muscle, adipose and viscera. Radiocarbon dating has placed the subject's death at cal 1200–1000 BCE (1σ) with soft tissue having undergone a form of embalmment.
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Chambers are connected together via tunnels which are structurally and cellularly similar to the inner lining of the human intestinal tract. Large sphincters appear to have served as doors and are permanently relaxed. These portals would have likely been able to open and close as needed pre-mortem.
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The largest room contains an altar composed of bone, a component of the SCP-2095 organism. Forensic evidence suggests that it was used in a sacrificial manner. It is believed possible that living sacrifices provided SCP-2095 with the nutrients necessary for its survival and the floor itself shows signs of acidic corrosion. The base of the altar has been carved into an Ouroboros, believed to be a symbol of religious importance to the creators of SCP-2095.
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Twenty-nine scrolls were discovered within the northern most chamber of SCP-2095. Only four were found to be written in Hittite Cuneiform while the rest remain undecipherable. Of those four, three are considered to be of a spiritual/philosophical nature while one appears to be an inventory report.
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Foundation archaeologists have found evidence of warfare throughout the island. This has included skeletal remains depicting likely anomalous causes for death such as implosion, internal combustion, disintegration, radiation poisoning, and fatal physical reconfiguration.
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The Foundation became aware of SCP-2095 after reports of a "cathedral of bone" being discovered by a team of Greek archaeologists who had been studying a large mound on the isle of Gyaros. Class-B Amnestics were administered and the archaeologists were returned to the general population. SCP-2095 was easily secured and construction of Reliquary Site-26 was completed by 12/09/1949.
The Wound, cut from the flesh of totality - deep, it severed the line of future and past. Drawn to its ancient fester, gods swarmed as flies to a corpse. We waited within bloodless veins, faithful to that which we could not know - unable to imagine that we might become their greater.
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Here, we slept - until our souls became flesh.
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The swineherd prostrated himself before the Sorcerer-King and asked, "Great Sorcerer-King and Ozi̮rmok, Heart of Man and Light of Lights. I speak for the folk of the cold-marsh. We fear the red lanterns that dance without harmony; our spirit-guides warn of ill omens."
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And Ion did assure the man, "I have gazed upon the Faceless Ones, servitors of His Undulating Vastness. Their chief is blind - castrated by our words and will. He sings songs of anarchy but they will not come again. These terrible spirits do not deserve our love; render unto them no sacrifice until the stars have aligned."
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And to his flock, Ion thus spoke: "I have stepped beyond the Floe of Dreams; stood before the Old Ones within their own desolate domain.
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I have endured their intolerable force, across countless eons.
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I have seen the infinite dead worlds, murdered death herself.
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I have read the entrails of our Creator, beheld eternity unfurled.
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Know that our paradise draws near.
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And with our own flesh shall we birth it.
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Addendum: On 05/24/2014, an earthquake occurred in the Aegean Sea. Reliquary Site-26 was unharmed, as were the anomalous objects retained within since its construction. SCP-2095 did however suffer some structural damage but proved to be a serendipitous event. A hitherto unknown sphincter, sealed and hidden through calcification, had ruptured open within the altar chamber.
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Exploration of the chamber led to the discovery of the body of a human male. Individual has shown no signs of decay and although lacking a detectable heartbeat, EEG scans have revealed low-level brain activity. Research into the subject and its relationship with SCP-2095 is currently ongoing.
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Found inside was a single well-preserved scroll, strewn carelessly and likely never meant to be contained within. Deduced to be a letter, it is believed to have been written by the ruling authority at SCP-2095 but had been unsent, possibly due to events directly referenced within. The document has been translated and is now accessible for viewing by Foundation personnel:
May this missive find you at Kythera, for it shall be my last. Our enemies have begun their assault on the island but we have completed the Rite of Preservation. The Temple will sleep and await Resurrection by the Children of Adytum.
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The Fallen Kingdoms and Followers of Mekhane have united against us, even as their nations crumble. Still, they have transmuted our every victory in the region to that of defeat, even as their own fates are sealed.
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The Bleeding Heart is our last stronghold in the Aegean Sea but no doubt our Eastern Domain remains strong under your eternal gaze. The Wounds sustained today will heal - into the ages of ages, we are undying.
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Their victory here shall be hollow. Karcist Meksa has claimed their Profane Instruments and sails for Kythera as I write this.
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I vow that none are to leave this island alive. May their names be obliterated and their flesh consumed.
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We summon the Red Death.
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For the blood of heathens, we sacrifice ourselves. We will meet again in Adytum.
SCP-2198, as unintentionally photographed by photographer ████ ███████-████████ on ██/██/2007. SCP-2198, visible on the left, has undergone predominant dissipation.
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Item #: SCP-2198
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Outposts 93-A, -B, and -C have been constructed within the Antarctic, directly beneath SCP-2198's original site of manifestation. The area, however unlikely the formation of future instances of SCP-2198 are, is to be continuously monitored both terrestrially from said outposts, and aerially via geosynchronous satellite.
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Limited samples of both lacrimal fluid and saliva manifested via SCP-2198 have been collected and amassed at Storage Site-109, within separate containment vats.
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Description: SCP-2198 collectively designates several nimbostratus clouds observed to form directly above the Antarctic Circle, and limited areas of China, India, the USA, the UK, Russia, Japan, and South Korea, between the dates of ██/██/2006 and ██/██/2007. All instances of SCP-2198 have since dissipated.
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The largest instance of SCP-2198, forming over the majority of the Antarctic Circle, was observed to precipitate frozen human lacrimal fluid, colloquially known as tears. It is to be of note that the basic shape of this SCP-2198 instance appeared to directly correlate with the shape of the ozone hole above the same area.
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Secondary instances of SCP-2198, forming above the aforementioned countries, were observed to precipitate human saliva at an above-average speed of 56km/h. Secondary instances of SCP-2198 did not exceed volumes of 200m3, and invariably manifested above factories manufacturing fire extinguishers, air conditioners, solvents, and aerosols.
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After secondary instances of SCP-2198 had been identified, the factories beneath were thereupon located; multiple collaborative Task Forces were selectively nominated to isolate the industrial units in question, clear as many traces of saliva as possible, and administer Class-A to -C amnestics accordingly. Similar actions were taken in the Antarctic to collect a limited amount of lacrimal fluid while precipitation from the primary instance of SCP-2198 was still occurring; collection proved less successful due to the fact that the fluid manifested in the form of minute hailstones, either resulting in total pulverisation upon impact against ice, or general loss to the masses of snow within the surrounding area.
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Analysis has confirmed the presence of DNA from over ██████ individuals within the stored saliva and lacrimal fluid samples; DNA fingerprint data shows that approximately 97% of individuals identified in this way are deceased, with existing post-mortem documentation either confirming or indicating that cause of death for 92% of these individuals was fatal self-infliction on the date of ██/██/2007. The total number of individuals identifiable from the samples cannot be ascertained due to the aforementioned partial losses of both samples. An additional 2% have been confirmed missing. The remaining 1% have been identified and located, but the majority of individuals have not been approached (see Addendum).
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Addendum: The following is a transcribed interview with █████ ██████, the first living individual identified from collected samples.
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Interviewer: Senior Researcher H. Hamlin
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<Begin Log>
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Are you familiar with this?
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Researcher Hamlin produces a diagrammatical representation of SCP-2198's primary cloud, detailing the shape of the cloud and its spread across the Antarctic.
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█████ ██████: It's a picture showing the hole in the ozone layer. That's all I can see.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Are you familiar with any of the following; [REDACTED]; [REDACTED] Industrial Complex; [REDACTED] Square Works;
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[TRANSCRIPT REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
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█████ ██████: No. I'm not familiar with any of those names at all.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Do you have a vested interest in, or any specialist knowledge pertaining to, ozone depletion, the Antarctic, or the manufacture of items containing chlorofluorocarbons, hydrofluorocarbons, or halons?
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█████ ██████: No, not at all. I told you, I'm a [REDACTED]. That's not my line of work.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Have you ever participated in any clinical trials, or donated blood, blood platelets, bone marrow, sperm, or organs to any party that did not wholly specify the reasons as to why you would be doing so?
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█████ ██████: No.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Have you recently been asked to purposefully cry or salivate, for any purpose other than the norm?
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█████ ██████: No.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Do you spit, or cry, on a regular basis?
Opening Statement: A combination of automated voice risk analysis, eye-tracking analysis, and accurate spectroscopic imagery produced by an instance of Safe Anomalous Item ██████ concluded █████ to be lying, predominantly in answer to Researcher Hamlin's first, second, third, and fifth question.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: You're lying.
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█████ ██████: What?
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Why are you lying?
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█████ ██████: I'm not lying to you. Why would I ever lie to you, the… what was it, Statistics Corporation Penrose? A statistics company- See, why would I lie to a statistics company?
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Researcher Hamlin details the purpose of the SCP Foundation, explaining that █████'sDNA had been lifted from one of the Foundation's most recently-discoveredanomalies. Researcher Hamlin assures █████ that the priority of his investigation is todetermine the status of the individuals identified from the DNA samples.
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█████ remains silent for approximately 10 seconds.
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█████ ██████: I couldn't bring myself to do it.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: What couldn't you bring yourself to do?
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█████ ██████: There was subdivision after subdivision after subdivision, and I joined one of them. To help organise an exodus. It was an exodus, okay? A… spiritual exodus.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Could you elaborate, please?
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█████ ██████: There's nothing much else to it. It was called Greenflight. It had other names, but Greenflight was the favourite. There were around ██████ members, and I was one of them.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: What do you know about the image I showed you?
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█████ ██████: The clouds were a calling card for when everyone was supposed to leave. A final "fuck you". I don't know how it was done or who was behind it, but it was done.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Can you confirm that this "exodus" happened on ████████ ██th, 2007? █████ individuals committed suicide on that date, all of whom were identified from DNA in the precipitation from the cloud.
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█████ ██████: That's when we all… yes, that's- that's correct.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Why didn't you "leave" along with the others?
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█████ ██████: There's just something wrong with me, I suppose. I don't care enough about the human race, clearly.
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Senior Researcher H. Hamlin: Was the exodus successful?
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█████ ██████: Oh, God knows. Ask the ones who took their own lives.
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Closing Statement: █████ ██████ was subsequently administered Class-B amnestics and released. Public documents pertaining to "Greenflight" do not exist. Contact with the remaining ████ living individuals, with the interest of ascertaining the methods of creating SCP-2198, is pending approval. Investigations regarding "Greenflight" and its origin have been discontinued.
Special Containment Procedures: Recovered instances of SCP-2355 are to be stored in Containment Area 8, site ██. Security personnel who are expecting offspring, or those with offspring born within the last year, are not to be detailed to SCP-2355.
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All family members and friends who have come into contact with SCP-2355-1 prior to retrieval are to be given class-B amnestics. Parents are to be provided with a replacement infant of appropriate age and appearance.
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At present, all known instances of SCP-2355 are in Foundation custody. Agents should continue to monitor police and civilian channels for further outbreaks. Special attention should be paid to reports of breaking and entering, particularly those involving unidentified persons, where no accompanying violence or escape attempt has been reported.
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To deflect serious journalistic attention from genuine instances of SCP-2355, ongoing false reports of 'time traveling children' have been disseminated through media channels known to lack credibility.
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Description: SCP-2355 refers to any instance of a Babywell 'Sleepynite' crib manufactured between 06-14-████ and 06-16-████. Production records indicate that 1050 such cribs were manufactured over this period and made available for sale to the general public. Sleeper agents are now in the employ of Babywell.
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When a human infant under the age of 12 months sleeps in SCP-2355 overnight, they will grow into, or be replaced by, a genetically identical version of themselves aged to 18 years (SCP-2355-1). This anomaly will only occur if the infant is not subject to visual observation at any point between sleeping and waking. Audio surveillance devices ('baby monitors') will not pick up any unusual activity. For this reason, it has been difficult to ascertain the exact nature of the change, or at which point of the night it occurs.
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Initial interviews with instances of SCP-2355-1 have shown they possess memories of lives, family members, friends, and acquaintances as if they had been born the relevant length of time prior to their actual birth (a subject born on ██-██-2016, for example, will recall their tenth birthday as having occurred on ██-██-2008). Memories of family members are accurate to the subject's family at the time of their birth, in terms of appearance, personality, and age relative to that of SCP-2355-1. Infants born prior to SCP-2355-1 will sometimes be remembered as childhood friends, though so far this effect has only been seen with infants who have been in close physical proximity with SCP-2355-1 between birth and the anomaly manifesting. Other remembered acquaintances, as far as can be observed, do not correspond to known individuals except by coincidence, and appear to be wholly invented for the purposes of the implanted memories. All specific events remembered by SCP-2355-1 appear to be invented, and will not correspond with any real-life events except by coincidence.
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Further interviews with SCP-2355-1 have determined a single, shared, memory of an individual known as 'Uncle Jack.' The individual has not been centrally involved in any of SCP-2355-1's memories, but has been mentioned as a background figure at various events taking place between the ages of █ and █. Descriptions of this individual have been consistent in terms of mannerisms and general appearance and have, in all cases, failed to match any known relative of the SCP-2355-1 instance being interviewed. The only significant variable in description has been the age of 'Uncle Jack.'
Note:These excerpts have been taken from longer interviews, and highlight mentions of the unknown individual, shared between all SCP-2355-1 instances, named as 'Uncle Jack.'
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Interview 1 - 03-14-20██Excerpt begins seven minutes into interview.
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Interviewer: And that was on your █████ birthday?
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Subject: Yeah, it was fun. Mum made an awesome cake, and Uncle Jack got me a copy of-
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Interviewer: You have an Uncle Jack?
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Subject: Yeah…yeah, sure. Really old guy, like, really old. Like, at least seventy, maybe seventy-five. I think he was a great-uncle, really, but we always called him uncle.
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Interviewer: What did he look like?
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Subject: He was kinda tall, though he stooped a lot, I guess because he was old. Long, grey hair. Wore glasses. He looked angry a lot of the time, like he was in pain and didn't like it.
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Interview 4 - 03-24-20██Excerpt begins three minutes into interview.
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Interviewer: Who was on the holiday?
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Subject: Uhh…it was a long time ago…there was me, mum and dad, little Ruby, she was about four or so at the time…Uncle Jack was there. All my cousins were there, except Dean who had the weird face, and then-
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Interviewer: Could you describe your uncle Jack?
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Subject: My…oh, yeah, uncle Jack. Well, he didn't see so good, I saw him wearing glasses once. His hair was long, pretty grey, and he was tall, for an old guy. Grumpy bloke, as well.
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Interviewer: How old was he?
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Subject: He wasn't quite seventy, but pretty close, I think.
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Interview 9 - 04-16-20██Excerpt begins one hour and eighteen minutes into interview.
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Subject:(Has been speaking for approximately thirty-two minutes.)
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-and so I opened it up, fam. Fucking bare amount of wasps in there, you get me? So, yeah, that's why I don't eat cheese. Fuckin' cheese.
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Interviewer: Thank you. Now, if I could return to my original question, what do you remember about your family from when you were █?
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Subject: Sorry, blud. So there was me, and me mum, and me big brother Johnny, with the peak hair. And Uncle Jack, he was a bit of a weird geez.
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Interviewer: How would you describe him?
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Subject: Who?
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Interviewer: Your uncle Jack.
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Subject: Oh right, yeah…he was fucking pissed off, man. All the days. He had this fucking stringy hair and a squint, mate. I'd be fucking pissed off if I looked like that. I mean, he was only…what, sixty-five?
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Note: I've been going back through these interviews and the uncle's age difference isn't random. It's regressive. I suggest we make him the focus of future questioning. -Dr. ████
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Interview ██ - 06-12-20██Excerpt begins one minute into interview.
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Interviewer: I want to ask about your Uncle Jack.
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Subject:(Appears uncomfortable.)
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How'd you know I have an Uncle Jack?
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Interviewer: We spoke to your mother.
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Subject: Yeah…has she stopped crying yet?
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Interviewer: She's fine. Now, your Uncle…
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Subject: I only met him a few times. He was…fifty, or so, I think. Told me a couple of funny stories about these two doctors he knew. But…
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Interviewer: Please go on.
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Subject: He…I don't think he was a very good guy. I just got that feeling from him. This other time, he took me aside, and told me about the time he…
Note: The following message was recorded and sent to Foundation researchers by Agent ██████, currently undercover in Babywell's accounting department.
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Agent ██████: So…something strange has happened. About a month ago, the factory packed in. Just up and stopped working. Two days later they got it fixed, everything was fine, then it all broke down again. No idea why, but we got two days of manufacture out of it and shipped them out like normal. Took another week to get it fixed again. I've been going through the paperwork, getting it ready for filing, and I noticed something. All the customer addresses are blank, like someone's trying to stop us finding where they went. You'd better mobilise yourselves and get hunting for baby beds, boys. I think that fucker Jack is up to something.
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Note: Since receiving communication from Agent ██████, one instance of SCP-2355-1 has been recovered. Recognition of the anomaly was hampered by the subject not being aged to 18 years, as in previous manifestations, but to the age of █. The initial interview with the subject is transcribed below.
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Interview log - 09-01-20██
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Subject: I want my mum. Please, mister, where is she?
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Interviewer: She's sleeping. You've both had a difficult night. How are you feeling?
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Subject: Bad. I feel sick. Are you guys the jailers?
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Interviewer: The…the jailers?
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Subject: Yeah. My uncle Jack told me about the jailers last night. He said they'd look like you, in white coats and stuff.
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Interviewer: You saw your uncle Jack last night?
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Subject: He had dinner with us. He asked my mum to leave us alone and she…she just walked out. Didn't say anything.
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Interviewer: What did he say to you?
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Subject: He asked me to say something when I saw you. Made me remember it. Can I see my mum? Where is she?
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Interviewer: What did he want you to say to us?
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Subject: So you are the jailers?
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Interviewer: We're…we're here to help. Sometimes, yes, that means being the jailers.
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Subject: Okay. Well, he said to…he said to tell you that he's coming. And you can't stop him. And he's going to be young again and strong again soon and when he is…he said there's going to be fire.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2378 is to be contained in an outdoor enclosure with a 5 km radius between the structure and the edge of the containment enclosure. The enclosure area is to be designated a no-fly zone. Containment barriers should be constructed of durable metal coated in Teflon polymer. CCTV monitoring cameras are to be implanted in concealed locations along the fenceline at intervals of 50 meters. Civilians attempting or successfully entering the containment enclosure are to be apprehended and administered class A amnestics as required. Satellite imagery should be modified such that SCP-2378 resembles weathered rock layers.
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Exploration and Research teams entering SCP-2378 must have at least BSL-2 safety training. Individuals entering A regions are not to have consumed more than 36 mg of glucose for at least 3 hours. Physical contact with SCP-2378-1 instances should be avoided, especially if entering SCP-2378-B or C regions. Exploration of B or C regions require BSL-3 and 4 safety protocols, respectively, and use of appropriate liquid immersion equipment. Physical interaction with SCP-2378-4 should be avoided by personnel at all costs.
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Entry into SCP-2378-D is restricted to aerial corrosion-proof drones.
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Irritation of the interior elements of SCP-2378 should be avoided. In the event of a Class 1 event, research and exploration crews within A regions are instructed to secure themselves to tunnel or cavern walls via provided equipment. Personnel in B or C regions are instructed to evacuate to A regions immediately. If SCP-2378 enters a Class 2 event, all personnel are to be evacuated and the surrounding area placed under lock down.
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At the end of every designated 8 month period, personnel are to be barred from entering SCP-2378 until the transition point has elapsed. Genomic analysis is to take place following this transition, at which time the new link is to be identified and tracked for observation.
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Use of SCP-3536-1 instances have been approved for testing within SCP-2378 on a case by case basis.
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Description: SCP-2378 is a large domed structure located 15 km from Site-234 in █████████, Alabama. SCP-2378 is circular at its base, with a diameter of 3 km and a maximum height of 200 meters. The structure's exterior is grey in pigmentation and composed of large interlocking amorphous structures morphologically similar to human epidermis tissue, which resemble weathered limestone from a distance. Between these structures are holes, 5-10 cm in diameter, from which .5 meter long keratin fibers, ranging from dark blue to black in pigment, protrude. All attempts to drill or cut portions of the exterior have failed, usually inducing small seismic events. All components of SCP-2378 defy normal biophysical evolution to some degree, notably, the gravity defying flow of nutrient processing in the upwards direction and violation of biological principles derived from the Square Cube Law.
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All interior and exterior structural components of SCP-2378 are composed of cells, tissues, and organs similar to those of human origin at approximately 10,000 times their normal size. These components correspond, genetically, to a single real world individual, and often display physiological signs congruent with the current health of said individual. Linked individuals appear to be spatially connected to SCP-2378 in some unknown manner, however; individuals remain unaware of said spatial connection throughout its duration.
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Every 8 months SCP-2378 undergoes a transition period, where it becomes "linked" to a new individual1. At this point, the interior layout and physiological conditions within SCP-2378 are altered, rendering previous navigational charting useless. Anyone within the structure during a transition period may experience relocation into non-navigable tissues, or outright dematerialization. Newly linked individuals are tracked and observed by Foundation undercover operatives for anomalous activity. Please see Observation Log SCP-2378-12 for a list of notable linked individuals.
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SCP-2378 has 2 openings at ground level, each 5 meters wide, oriented due north and due south. Caverns directly attached to the opening are sloped downhill, and once every 3 months the openings will contract, and a brown viscous fluid will wash out onto the forest floor, before promptly dematerializing. These openings, as far as current exploration and research efforts have determined, are not directly connected, and in fact may be mirror images of each other.
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From these openings, four definitive geographical/anatomical regions have been explored and described. These regions, SCP-2378-A, B, C, and D are described below.
Interior of SCP-2378-A Segment 3 during initial exploration
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SCP-2378-A are a collection of intertwining caverns and tunnels, 50-70 km in length and 100m to 1km in width. Tunnels descend at a shallow gradient, possibly even stretching beyond the 3km radius of the surface structure. A regions are analogous in structure and composition to the human small and large intestines, and can be visibly segmented into 3 distinct regions.
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Segment 1 is composed of large muscular cells similar in structure and function to human sarcomeres. Every 3 months, these cells contract, allowing large amounts of fluid to seep from the floor.
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Segment 2 is 1-5 km in length, with the floors, walls, and ceilings being composed of large porous mucousal membranes. Humidity and ground moisture increase the further one progresses into the segment. Large protein structures, termed SCP-2378-1, analogous in structural composition to human antibodies2 may be encountered at this point. Structure, size, and amino acid composition of said structures may vary based on the current link. Physical contact should be avoided.
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Segment 3 regions are 5-60km in length, surfaces are moist mucousal membranes composed of thick bulbous structures analogous to villi and microvilli in human small intestines, and are susceptible to irritation. This segment contains large pools, lakes, and even rivers of liquid bile salts, as well as rock formations composed of important bio-organic nutrients. A number of anomalous organisms, considered separate and distinct from the structure, occupy these environments as detailed below.
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SCP-████ - Clostridium difficile, 40 cm x 100 cm, which buds endospores in a manner similar to yeast.
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SCP-████ - Faecalibacterium prausnitzii, 30 cm by 50 cm, which produces ethyl alcohol, a number of previously artificially produced fatty acids and lipids, and Lisdexamfetamine from normal dietary fibers.
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SCP-████ - Members of the Rotavirus family, 20 cm in diameter, which float through the air and seem to exhibit Brownian motion. Researchers should avoid periods of high densities.
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SCP-████ - "T" bacteriophages, 30 cm in height, specific to Escherichia coli. Manifestations exhibit behavior similar to that of Canis familiaris.
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SCP-2946 - A large-scale manifestation of Escherichia coli.
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SCP-████ - A large-scale manifestation of any member of the Taenia genus.
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Each of these organisms is capable of sensing large concentrations of sugar, even in a human host, and will engage in aggressive predatory behavior to secure these sources.
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SCP-2378-A is the most variable of the four currently explored anatomical regions. During transition periods, entire segments of A regions may disappear or appear. The slopes, flora composition, and intersection points along its length may shift based on a large number of poorly understood factors. In some cases, new, previously unidentified tissues may attach close to the lateral end of A. All exploration forays into these regions have been met with conditions requiring at least BSL-3 equipment, and were subsequently scrapped in favor of further exploring existing structures.
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Portions of A closer to the entrance of the tunnels are usually used as staging points for exploration into B and C regions, based primarily on the rigidity of the walls, and the proximity of an escape route. SCP-2378-A is connected to B and C regions via intersections along its length, and connected to the D region via a single opening at its lateral end.
Dry interior of SCP-2378-B following tunnel blockage during a Class 2 event.
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SCP-2378-B are thick-walled, branching, 5 meter wide tunnels, analogous to human blood vessels. Tunnels are filled with either a viscous maroon or amber colored fluid compositionally similar to human plasma. Fluid flows along a pulse-generated3 current. The source of this current has yet to be located. In regions of intersection, the walls of these tunnels are more porous, allowing nutrients and oxygen to flow in and out. In non-intersecting sections of SCP-2378-B, surfaces are lined with tightly interlocked sheaths of cells, and may be anywhere from 50 cm to 10 m thick. B regions interact closely with both A and C regions, transporting freshly broken down nutrients from A to other anatomical regions, while carrying antigens and foreign material to C interfaces for processing.
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Several sub-entities occupy SCP-2378-B, including -1, -2, -3, and -4 instances. These often travel back and forth to C regions. -B tunnels contain high frequencies of SCP-2378-1 instances4.
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SCP-2378-2 are large donut shaped cell structures, lacking a nucleus, with high concentrations of hemoglobin. -2 instances are completely harmless, and serve as transport vessels for nutrients and oxygen.
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SCP-2378-3 are a group of entities which resemble human immune cells, 1.2-3 m in diameter, from both the innate and adaptive immune responses, which occupy both B and C regions. Physical contact with these entities should be minimized5 as it will initiate non-specific aggressive responses. Physical contact with -3 instances while bound by a -1 instance should be avoided, due to the high probability of a Class 2 event (See exploration log E-2378-3). A large physical gap should be maintained between personnel and SCP-2378-4 instances; physical interaction should not occur under any circumstances (See Addendum-2 and Exploration log E-2378-4).
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B regions are also occupied by a number of anomalous organisms and cells which are considered separate from the structure itself. These entities are detailed briefly below:
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SCP-████ - Schistosoma mansoni 2m in length6. Often attracts SCP-2378-3 instances and causes severe damage to walls in B regions.
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SCP-████ - Mycobacterium leprae, 10 cm x 20 cm, found inside of SCP-2378-3 instances clustered together. Pink in pigmentation.
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SCP-████ - A previously undescribed member of the Filoviridae family of filamentous hemorrhagic fever viruses, 2 m x 10 mm.
Dry interior of SCP-2378-C following tunnel blockage during a Class 2 event.
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SCP-2378-C are a series of branching, 5 meters wide, tunnels connected to large ovoid caverns7 analogous to the human lymph system. Tunnel surfaces are lined with loosely interlocked cells similar to intersecting areas of B regions, and are filled with either clear, white, or yellow pigmented fluid depending on the orientation and proximity of the nearest ovoid chamber. The caverns are occupied by a large number of densely packed SCP-2378-3 instances.
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C regions serve as an interchange, allowing passage of -3 instances into other geographical regions, as well as filtering of foreign substances into the tunnels for antigen processing. Large concentrations of adaptive immune instances, analogous to the variety of T-cells and B-cells, make traversing the tunnels, and especially the caverns particularly perilous8. Any specific receptor binding by a T or B cell instance may initiate a severe irritation event, thus physical contact should be kept minimal, if possible. Due to the high variability between linked individuals' immune systems, it is recommended that exploration requests be subject to immunization and genetic reviews of the current link.
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In addition to -3 instances, like other sections of SCP-2378, C regions have a number of separate anomalous organisms. These anomalous organisms often directly infect, attack or are directly attacked by -3 instances9.
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SCP-████ - A Macrophage, 3 m in diameter, possessing a long scaled tail. Exhibits behavior similar to that of most small lizards.
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SCP-████ - B lymphocytes, 1 m in diameter, bearing both B and T cell receptors. Exhibits behavior similar to that of Felis catus.
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SCP-████ - Various T-lymphocytes, 1 m - 2 m in diameter, exhibiting auditory calls matching those of Bos taurus, and engaging in behavioral patterns typical of members of Artiodactyla.
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SCP-████ - Yersinia Pestis, 15 cm x 40 cm which [[REDACTED]].
SCP-2378-D are two, single, 1 km wide and 3 km high caverns connected to each respective A region by a 3 meter wide valve sphincter and a single 3 meter wide sphincter at the "top" of the cavern. -D regions are morphologically similar to the human stomach. Caverns are lined by thick mucousal layers with a large number of hydrochloric acid pumps. The sphincter attached to A opens briefly for 10 minutes, at intervals of 30 minutes. When it opens, a mixture of highly concentrated hydrochloric acid and large, partially dissolved manifestations of various foods, depending on the current link, will flood into SCP-2378-A. The sphincter at the top of the cavern has, to date, shown no discernible opening pattern, and when it does open, allows the passage of previously mentioned food items or liquid. All food and liquid items which enter D regions correspond to items consumed by linked individuals at noted times of observation. Acidity, and mucousal integrity vary from link to link, and in some cases may causes severe irritation events.
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Each SCP-2378-D is located roughly 30 km's below the surface structure. Due to the highly corrosive nature of both D regions, human travel is neither feasible nor possible, thus a corrosion resistant remote controlled vehicle is required for exploration. To date, no separate anomalous entities have been observed in either D region.
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SCP-2378's interior is quite susceptible to irritation, via humans or one of the many anomalous entities that occupy its tissues. Normal irritation events are dubbed "Class 1" events. During a Class 1 event, the structure will usually exhibit a number of responses.
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Sudden and violent shaking, which may amplify the irritation event by tearing/bursting some B regions.
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Excretion of unpleasantly odorous fluid from the exterior surface, often laced with high amounts of urea
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Contractive expulsion of fluid from D regions through the top sphincter.
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Class 1 events also generate responses in the linked individual, including the following:
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In rare instances, a Class 2 event may occur. Class 2 events are triggered by SCP-2378-3, -4 instances, or severe illness/physical trauma in the linked individual. These phenomena include the same signatory responses as a regular event, but also incur active SCP-2378-3 and -4 into A regions, irreparable damage to anatomical segments, and severe tissue damage/failure as well as internal bleeding in linked subjects. It is currently not known how the expiration of a linked individual might impact the anomaly10.
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Discovery: SCP-2378 was first discovered by Foundation engineering teams surveying a large portion of unoccupied, recently purchased land on July 5th, 1983 near █████████, Alabama11. Appropriation of local historical records indicate that the structure may have first emerged sometime following the San Francisco Earthquake in 1906, when a small quake measuring at magnitude 3 on the Richter scale was detected in the surrounding area.
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Initial genetic testing revealed that all tissue components of the structure corresponded genomically with current Foundation employee, Agent Sam ██████. Agent ██████ had recently been diagnosed with Stage 3 colon cancer. Seismic events, and a number of severe irritation events over the course of the previous year prompted inquiry12. Exploration of A-regions, at the time, maintained congruence with this diagnosis, with large numbers of quickly dividing cells spreading about the segment walls, and forming large atypical lumps. Agent ██████ underwent therapeutic surgery on July 3rd 1997, followed by chemotherapy, resulting in 13 irritation events, and a small-scale seismic quake inflicting ███████ worth of damage on the nearby town.
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Further exploration lead to the discovery of attached anatomical structures, as well as SCP-2431 and SCP-2946, as detailed in the previous sections (See exploration logs E-2378-1 through 4). On August 5th, 1997, SCP-2378 underwent its first observed transition period 3 months after genetic identification. 2 teams were within the structure during the transition, resulting in █ personnel becoming trapped in dense tissue, and loss of GPS contact with ██ personnel.
Addendum 2: SCP-2378-4:
+SCP-2378-4 are manifestations of Natural Killer cells13 1.5 m in diameter. Direct physical interaction with any -4 iteration by human targets or normal SCP-2378 cells lacking requisite MHC 1 receptors, induces SCP-2378-4's primary, secondary, and tertiary functions. First, it will release a series of compounds which permeate the target, regardless of protective equipment. Second, it will begin secreting large quantities of interferon γ14. Finally, SCP-2378-4 will begin secreting chemical markers, which draw more SCP-2378-4 instances in addition to phagocytic -3 instances.
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-4 instance's primary and secondary responses have a number of effects on human targets. For targets subject to the primary response:
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Subjects will swell rapidly, often tearing clothing and protective gear.
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Subjects explosively burst.
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Subjects' parts rearrange and package into membranous sacks, and begin to resemble former cell components.
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In the event that any member of an exploration team comes into contact with an instance of SCP-2378-4, non-target members are advised to immediately swim in the opposite direction of pulse current, and exit to an A region.
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Exploration logs
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2555 is contained on Site, in ██████, Spain. The surrounding area is to be barricaded, with at least 4 Security Officers assigned to the perimeter at all times. As of 05/13/19██, personnel are prohibited from entering SCP-2555.
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Description: SCP-2555 is currently a 20-story building, which continuously grows upward at a rate of 10 cm per year. SCP-2555 leans towards the direction of the sun's position in the sky (up to a maximum angle of 23.4 degrees); SCP-2555 will continue to follow the path of the sun until sunset, where it remains stationary until morning.
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SCP-2555 utilizes solar panels as its power source, located on the sides and rooftop of the structure. Power lines connect from these panels and reach out into all rooms in the building. Plumbing lines also connect throughout the building, delivering water containing previously unknown organic materials. All major manifolds converge approximately 50 meters below ground, forming roots that hold the structure in place. Research suggests that SCP-2555 absorbs materials underground to continue its rate of growth.
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Attempts to move or tamper with any components inside SCP-2555 will cause collections of dust to appear1. (These are referred to as SCP-2555-1). Instances of SCP-2555-1 have been observed to collect into masses of up to 3 meters tall. SCP-2555 -1 will then proceed to engulf the subject. Other subjects coming into contact with SCP-2555-1 will also become engulfed. After consumption, SCP-2555-1 spews a fine black powder containing many of the elements of the previous subject. This black powder dissolves into the structure of the building.
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Addendum-2555 -02: After containment, personnel were sent to explore the interior of SCP-2555. Exploration revealed several distinct basement areas within SCP-2555 (Referred to as SCP-2555-B1 through B5), which are hypothesized to house different aspects of the structure's "support systems".
SCP-2555-B1 is the uppermost basement located within SCP-2555. The walls of SCP-2555-B1 are laced with electrical and plumbing lines that continue to drive into the deeper basement areas. The central portion of the basement is a conglomeration of wires surrounding a flat screen. The screen turns on when personnel enter SCP-2555-B1. The following is the only excerpt to appear on the screen of SCP-2555-B1:
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ACT GAG ACT TAG ACT ACA ACT GAT GAT GGG
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Attempts to retrieve more information from SCP-2555-B1 have proven inconclusive. A request to test biological samples of SCP-2555 is currently pending.
SCP-2555-B2 is similar in structure to SCP-2555-B1. The screen contains a log of events that occur inside SCP-2555. The following is an excerpt of the logs, recorded on 04/27/19██:
SCP-2555-B3 is similar in structure to SCP-2555-B1 and B2. The only recorded instance of SCP-2555-B3's screen being on was during 05/06/19██. It contained the following:
SCP-2555-B4 and its respected screen contains additional logs. The following is an excerpt, recorded on 05/09/19██:
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In regards to the P-Guard,
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I hereby request that the numbers of P-Guard members are reduced by at least 30 percent. In response to the recent incident, it is apparent that your members demonstrate increased bias towards humans. Please train your men better, or limit them.
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We understand your concern. However, the recommended action you have given us will not be taken into consideration. To limit our P-Guard in response to a single, isolated incident would be ill advised. Additionally, our men are trained well enough to not let bias override them. We are simply following orders.
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I would like to remind you that this is not the first time this type of incident has occurred. Not every human has intent to cause harm. It is their instinct to explore and learn more. However, this cannot be achieved if they continue to be terminated in this manner.
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Once again, we would also like to remind you that these are all single, isolated incidents. It is not our fault that there has been a recent surge in human activity inside the building. However, as the P-Guard, our mission is to protect against any potential threat that enters this building. We cannot afford to risk any sort of damage that might occur.
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Dear P-Guard,
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I have received notice that more humans have been terminated in response to the P-Guard's actions. It is true that these humans were causing structural damage. However, this was done without malicious intent. I wish to remind you again that these humans are not harmful in any way.
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Please note that our superior would not be happy with this decision
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I have waited patiently and have not received a response. I demand an answer.
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We apologize for the delayed response. To address your concerns, we would first like to point out that as the P-Guard, our job is to eliminate any potential threat that enters this building. Second, as you know, the leader of the P-Guard is located inside B5. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to contact B5. As a final note, it is strongly advised that you do not assume control of the P-Guard. You will not succeed in doing so.
Access to SCP-2555-B5 is currently impossible; the entrance is blocked off by a series of thick electrical cables and steel pipes.
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On 05/08/19██, personnel attempted to clear the entrance to SCP-2555-B5. This resulted in 5 instances of SCP-2555-1 and 7 casualties (including one Agent in critical condition). Agent ████, who witnessed the incident, reported that instances of SCP-2555-1 took the shape of personnel as they were being consumed.
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Following the incident, there have been 3 sightings of SCP-2555-1 resembling humanoid entities. These entities appear, despite no threat being made toward SCP-2555.
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Addendum-2555-03: On 05/12/19██, personnel who entered SCP-2555 were greeted with an audio message from the intercom speakers in the lobby area. The gender of both speakers could not be determined. The following is an excerpt of the message:
Humans, we strongly advise that you exit the facility immediately, for we are experiencing technical difficulties. If you fail to do so, you will be subject to be terminated by … [static plays over for about 10 seconds] Hello? Yes. Do not listen to them. You are free to enter this building any time you like. You are in no danger. I understand. The natural curiosity. You are not malicious, and I understand that. Even if I can't…
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…You have been warned. Please exit the facility immediately. If you fail to do so, you will be subject to termination. Your presence is not welcome.
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Several instances of SCP-2555-1 begin to manifest in front of personnel.
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Do not be alarmed. This is simply a malfunction caused by the P-Guard.
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Manifestations of SCP-2555-1 begin to take a humanoid shape.
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Okay, this is an outrage. Are you serious?
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SCP-2555-1 instances transition back and forth between humanoid and blob-like shapes. A high-pitched beeping sound begins to play for about a minute. SCP-2555-1 instances disappear during this time. Afterwards, a voice plays again:
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Welcome to the Venus Building.
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Yeah, nice try. [several voices are heard muttering during this time]. Attention all personnel: Please leave the facility immediately. If you fail to do so, you will be subject to termination.
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P-Guard, I am taking control.
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Oh, drop the act, will you? I'm your brother for god's sake.
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Fine. Tell you what. We'll split this building. This side is yours, and this side's mine.
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No fair, you get the supply closets!
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No fair? How do you think I feel? I haven't been able to do anything. You get control of the pissy guards. You get the best basement. You always get everything!
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Daddy says I can have them, though.
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Well Daddy isn't here, now is he? What has he done for us? Screw him. I'm the oldest one here, and I say what goes. [pause] Brother, don't look at me like that. Come here. Look, everything will be alright. Daddy may not be here. But I am here. No … we are here. That's all that matters right now.
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Brother, I don't know what to do.
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It's ok. We just continue on together. Grow together. For Daddy.
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Yes. [sniffle] For Daddy.
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Conclusion: After the incident, any personnel entering the building are met with instances of SCP-2555-1. A request to send manned exploration into SCP-2555 is currently pending.
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A request to update SCP-2555 to Euclid has been denied.
Early encounter with SCP-2670-1 through SCP-2670. Image dated Aug. 14th 1877.
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Item #: SCP-2670
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the remote location of SCP-2670, interaction with outside personnel is unlikely. Despite this, SCP-2670 is to remain guarded, and unauthorized personnel encountering SCP-2670 are to be administered a Class B amnestic and turned over to the local authorities.
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Interaction with SCP-2670-1 is only to be done by Level 2/2670 researchers or above, and all interactions are to be logged and recorded. SCP-2670-1 and -2 have thus far shown no hostility towards human beings or Earth, however, in accordance with Foundation Protocol ET-1 caution is required when dealing with extraterrestrial lifeforms of any kind, regardless of intent.
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Gift items delivered by SCP-2670-1 are to be contained within storage lockers at Site-56, with the security level dependent on the nature of the item in question.
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Amended Containment Procedures: In light of recent information gathered about the nature of SCP-2670-1's homeland, utmost care is essential when divulging information regarding Earth and humankind. In accordance with Foundation Protocol Paramount Regal, Foundation anthropologists assigned to SCP-2670 have created a resource of information that is allowed to be given to SCP-2670-1 and -2, and any personnel interacting with these entities is to adhere heavily to the approved information. Failure to do so may result (and has previously resulted) in the torture and massacre of likely billions of sapient entities residing within SCP-2670. The details of Protocol Paramount Regal are detailed within Addendum 2670-D.
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Description: SCP-2670 is a spatial anomaly existing above the ███ █████ █████ in ███ ███████, ██. SCP-2670 is roughly 5m in height and 2m in width, although SCP-2670 is subject to fluctuations in its proportions. The anomaly was first documented by American naturalist Josiah Sneddon in 1875. His original documentation of the anomaly can be found in Addendum 2670-A. It was upon initial investigation that Sneddon encountered SCP-2670-1, and began documenting information gathered from SCP-2670-1 about the Most Glorious Earth-Bound Sovereign Empire of Xandromius Prime. While SCP-2670-1 and SCP-2670-2 are capable of moving freely through SCP-2670, human beings are not able to do so. Drone-based reconnaissance of the interior of SCP-2670 has ascertained the validity of SCP-2670-1's claims.
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SCP-2670-1 is a Class III Non-humanoid entity of indeterminate appearance. SCP-2670 goes by the name "His Most Humble Servant Ambassador of his Excellency the God-King Emperor of Magnificent Xandromius to the World of Our Most Glorious Lordships, Jeremiah Bartimeus Branderson of the House of Manyscot", and is an entity capable of altering its physical form at will, and will do so depending on a given social situation. SCP-2670-1 usually appears as a human male or female of varying ethnicity wearing currently fashionable human clothing. When shifting into its "relaxed state", SCP-2670-1 appears to be a levitating, nebulous cloud of liquid particulate matter capable of condensing into various shapes and items, as needed by SCP-2670-1. The limit to the complexity of this ability is currently unknown. SCP-2670-1 is additionally capable of creating minor spatial distortions, which it uses to view the extraterrestrial region it calls Xandromius.
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SCP-2670-1 and SCP-2670-2, circa 1895.
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SCP-2670-2 is a large, vaguely humanoid robotic entity. Referred to as "The Most Noble and Prestigious Kill-Gore Mastiff Bloodseeker Champion, Right Hand to the Emperor of Magnificent Xandromius", SCP-2670-2 is typically inactive when SCP-2670-1 is not present. SCP-2670-2 first appeared from within SCP-2670 in 1892, and has acted as a guard to SCP-2670 in the time since. SCP-2670-2 will respond to questioning, but only to make emphatic statements about the emperor of Xandromius Prime, Xandromius, the empire, itself, human beings, and Earth.
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Through conversations with SCP-2670-1, it has been determined that both SCP-2670-1 and SCP-2670-2 originate from an extraterrestrial world (Xandromius) containing a structure referred to only as the "Spire", which allowed the inhabitants of that world to view other worlds over great distances in real time. At some point in Xandromius' past, the inhabitants discovered Earth1 and became particularly fond of its people and cultures, so much so that the entire civilization began to imitate human civilization on Earth in a number of ways.
On my way to return to the camp set up by the foresters, I came upon a most strange sight. Hanging above the gulch was a shimmer in the air, like a great many dancing crystal. From out of the shimmer came a man, no different from you or I, who spoke in an English tongue and gave me many greetings and thanks. I didn't rightly know from where his appreciation came, but I took him into my camp and let him tell his tale.
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The man, who calls himself Jeremiah, said that he comes from a far away place called Zan-dro-mus, a mysterious place where the very laws that govern nature are different and strange, in comparison to our own. I asked him to show me his world, and he said to me that were I to try and go there I would evaporate like water on a hot pan due to the inhospitable conditions. I was of course disappointed, being a man of natural curiosity, but Jeremiah was able to show me his world, through a mysterious looking glass he was able to conjure out of the thin air. I asked him how this was possible, and he explained it to me in no short detail, but I fear the explanation was lost upon me, a man of little mechanical background.
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Above all else, Jeremiah was very interested to hear about the world in which we live, about the Earth and all of its wonders. Having traveled far and wide, I spoke to him what I knew, what I have seen, and he seemed satisfied. He said to me that he was an ambassador from his country, a country that had a profound fondness for the Earth and wished to know more about it, so they could better emulate our cultures and likenesses. It was a curious request, and not one I had expected from the stranger, but I promised what I could and told him I would return with others who know more about the world than I. This pleased him, and he departed back through his shimmering entrance into our world.
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I do not know the intentions of this man, or if he speaks truly. I do, however, feel as if he is genuine in his requests, that he very much wants to learn about mankind and its many wonders. To what end, I cannot say.
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Addendum 2670-B:Interview 05/14/1950
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The following interview was conducted by Dr. Roger Godwell on 05/14/1946, when Dr. Godwell's team of researchers began to oversee care of SCP-2670. Information regarding SCP-2670 had been carefully controlled in the thirty years previous, after early Foundation assets gained access to SCP-2670 and began managing all interactions with SCP-2670-1 and -2. This interview was conducted to ascertain the true motives of SCP-2670-1 and -2, and to provide a better understanding about the nature of the entities and the world from which they originate.
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Date: 05/14/1950
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Interviewer: Dr. R. Godwell
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Interviewee: SCP-2670-1 and SCP-2670-2
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Dr. Godwell: I'm glad you were able to meet me here, ambassador. It has been far too long since the last interaction between our peoples.
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SCP-2670-1: Yes indeed, it most undoubtedly has been, your grace. Fortunately, we have not been lax in our preparations, and have taken the utmost care in properly altering ourselves to better fit your most fantastic people's current and previous state of affairs! Please, we can speak of this later; I do not wish to keep you from speaking your beautious words into my human auditory receptors. They have been fashioned specifically to that purpose, of course.
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Dr. Godwell: Ambassador, when did your people first learn about the Earth, and the peoples on it?
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SCP-2670-1: Ah, what a beautiful day that was! When we poor, disgusting Xandromians first peered at the falling light in the dark skies and saw god, your grace. The date was, my, long before my brief but wonderful time in this universe, yes. The date, please, Kill-Gore Mastiff, for his grace.
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SCP-2670-2: The date was roughly three thousand, two hundred and fifty eight triumphant Earth-years previous to the current time, servant ambassador.
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SCP-2670-1: Yes, that is true! Thank you, Kill-Gore Mastiff, for this gift of knowledge to the most gracious doctor. Before the day of the Arrival, your grace, we Xandromians were a lost and wallowing people, not fit to step out of the seas of brine that covered our filthy world in those days. But the Arrival signaled the beginning of our most marvelous ascendance, though, please, do not think I would imply that any ascendance our humiliating peoples could muster would in any way compare to the gloriousness of your most paramount dominance in the universe.
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Dr. Godwell: I see. When you speak about the Arrival, what does that mean?
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SCP-2670-1: The Arrival was the day that the wonder and glory of your world was displayed to us, when that most mysterious and beautiful Spire fell into the filth of our seas of excrement and, no, my apologies your graciousness, I do not mean to use such foul words upon your beautiful ears. I am ashamed, please, a million pardons and I beg your glorious forgiveness. Kill-Gore Mastiff, the punishment.
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SCP-2670-2 proceeds to manifest a long, pointed instrument, which it then pushes quickly through the right temple of SCP-2670-1. This appears to cause SCP-2670-1 significant distress, although (likely due to the nature of SCP-2670-1's alien biology) does not cause the subject to expire.
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SCP-2670-1: See, my lord, I have sullied this meeting, I cannot-
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Dr. Godwell: No, ambassador, you are fine. For a meeting as such, one must expect unpleasantries to come about at some point. There will be no need for further punishments.
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SCP-2670-1: Thank you, dearest and most honorific doctor. Please, Kill-Gore Mastiff, bestow upon the doctor the details of the Arrival, I must recompose myself.
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SCP-2670-2: The day of the Arrival marks the beginning of the Xandromian calender, and the beginning of what the Xandromians consider their species. On the day of the Arrival, a cylindrical monolith composed primarily of silicon and carbon and of currently unknown origin crashed into the Xandromian Sea, resulting in significant changes to local biolo-
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SCP-2670-1: No, no, not that, Kill-Gore Mastiff, do not sully the presence of his grace with such unnecessities. Speak less of the Spire, and more of the Awakening.
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SCP-2670-2: The Awakening is an event that occurred shortly after the Arrival. The Spire allowed the native Xandromians to gaze upon distant worlds and create space-time links between them and the Spire. This, combined with the changes in local- excuse me, your grace, the magnificence of the Spire allowed the Xandromians to gaze upon Earth, and through information gathered by observing the societies and cultures of our greatest and most wondrous lords of creation, the Xandromians were able to become the dominant spec- excuse me. The Xandromians were able to better their society, in the image of the masters upon Earth.
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Dr. Godwell: Alright, I think that is enough for today. We will revisit this shortly, when you are less traumatized, SCP-2670-1.
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SCP-2670-1: Yes, my beautiful master, my sincerest thanks, my loving lord.
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Addendum 2670-C:Information Regarding Xandromian Society
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Date: 08/23/1946
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Interviewer: Dr. R. Godwell
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Interviewee: SCP-2670-1
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Dr. Godwell: SCP-2670-1, you have something you wanted to show me?
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SCP-2670-1: Yes, glorious champion lord. Behold, through this god-given looking hole, and gaze upon our testament to your society's most magnificent industry.
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SCP-2670-1 creates a spatial anomaly, roughly the width of the interviewing chamber wall, through which is visible a scene of a large, alien forest. The viewpoint pans left, where an extremely massive factory is seen, surrounded by many miles of blackened earth. Enormous sawmills have been created across the span of ruined forest, all of which pump out black smoke. Additional machines are seen culling through the treeline, removing the various plant-life with efficiency. Occasionally, large creatures (believed to be some kind of native animal) will get pulled into the machines, flaying them. The remains of these creatures move slowly about for a short time, before collapsing and being collected by additional machines. Further inspection of the factory shows a number of neon signs adorning the front and up the length of the smoke towers, all of which appear to be signs and advertisements for various American and European products.
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SCP-2670-1: Since your glorious industrial revolution, when you extended the sweet hand of mercy and lifted our people into the realm of godhood and led us into knowledge and power. But there is more, see! We have been documenting your great global struggle, and in the name of your majesty we have created this for you!
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The scene changes, and what appears to be the remains of a large city is shown, presumed to be Xandromian in origin. Dark blue flames encompass much of the cityscape, which appears to be undergoing bombardment by an unseen force. Long lines of blue, vaguely humanoid entities are seen being marched out of the city by humans on horseback, all carrying what appear to be long, modified rifles. With a movement of SCP-2670-1's hand, the scene pulls back, and many thousands of wooden crosses are now seen situated in fields, upon which are many thousands of the blue entities, crucified. Human beings moving through the lines of crosses occasionally toss what appear to be grenades that release a dense, red smoke, melting the flesh tissue off of the blue entities.
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SCP-2670-1: Is it not glorious, your grace? This we prepared for you, after watching your long presentation for us, and I do believe we have captured the mood perfectly! See here, where the humble Xandromians use the gases upon these innocent Heshins, yes? Much like the gases of your magnificent Germany, and very effective! See here, the crosses? Look at how they bleed on them! We spent such a great time studying the religious texts of your world, and now we display for you the greatest event in the history of your Christianity, many times over! See how thorough we have been? Look at the suffering, is it not magnificent? Everything in honor of you, our most wonderful, loving fathers!
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SCP-2670-1: And see here, this great finale of this presentation! Look, like the wondrous and powerful Enola Gay, we too have crafted the cleansing fires. See now the devastation!
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A loud buzzing is heard, and the scene pans to see approximately 75 flying machines, styled after American bombers, moving slowly towards the large city in the distance. As they approach, they each begin to release a stream of large, dark objects from their interior. As the objects come in contact with the ground, they explode. Post interview analysis of the footage has concluded that it is likely these bombs, nuclear in design, all exceeded 30mt. In the wake of the explosions, a massive crater is all that remains of the city.
NOTICE: Information pertaining to Protocol Paramount Regal is restricted to individuals with Level 2670/3 clearance. 2670/3 Authorization codes required to access this document.
Overview: The following information is crucial to the ongoing containment of SCP-2670. Below is listed information regarding SCP-2670 that has led to the creation of this document. It was gathered by various drone-based observations of the interior of SCP-2670 in light of the conflicts by the United States in Vietnam and with the USSR, and conversations with SCP-2670-2 away from SCP-2670-1.
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- It is currently believed that Group of Interest Beta-9 "Xadromius Prime" were, prior to the arrival of the structure referred to as the "Spire", a species of aquatic slug inhabiting a brine ocean, called the Xandromian Sea.
+- It is currently believed that the planet that the Xandromians call Xandromius was once referred to by a different name by the dominant species of the world, both currently unknown.
+- It is currently believed that, due to the anomalous effects imparted on the Xandromians by the "Spire", the Xandromians experienced a massive alteration of their original biology, resulting in increased mental capabilities, significantly improved speed, strength, and durability, and massively increased lifespan.
+- It is currently believed that, in an effort to completely emulate human culture, the Xandromians have caused the deaths of more than one billion sapient entities, primarily drawn from the previous dominant species of that world.
+- While currently there is no expected threat to Earth, the Foundation Ethics Committee has expressed a moral obligation to do what is required in order to end the suffering of afflicted entities on Xandromius Prime.
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To this end, the following script must be strictly followed during interactions with SCP-2670-1 and SCP-2670-2. Failure to convince either entity of the truth of these statements may result in further devastation on Xandromius Prime, or retaliation against humans by the Xandromians.
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1.) The nations of Earth are at peace, and will remain at peace for the foreseeable future.
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2.) The nations of Earth have denounced the destruction of natural resources for gain.
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3.) The forests of the Earth are growing back to their former level of health.
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4.) The hoarding of wealth has been denounced, and all peoples of Earth are expected to care for and maintain the health and well-being of all other creatures on Earth.
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5.) All religions have been dissolved, and a global culture of humanistic virtue is being fostered.
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6.) Due to the nature of Earth's atmosphere away from the ███ █████ █████, it is imperative that neither SCP-2670-1 or SCP-2670-2 go further than 50m from SCP-2670, for their own safety.
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7.) Additionally, due to concerns about the nature of Earth's atmosphere in the light of recent ecological events, the Xandromians must not use the Spire to view any other part of Earth, outside of the area directly around SCP-2670. If asked, personnel are required to state that humanity does not want to bring any harm to the inhabitants of Xandromius, and that this is especially important.
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8.) The changes expressed in this document are unanimously seen as a positive improvement by the population of the Earth.
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+Author: djkaktus
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
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Name: Sampson's Island, Kilkee, Co. Clare.
+Author: Robert French
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Link
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+Author: djkaktus
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
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Name: Owen Wister in Yellowstone Park, 1890s. and Gogbot, Enschede, Robot on a break.jpg
+Author: American Heritage Center and Kleuske
+License: Public Domain and CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Link and Wikimedia
+Additional Notes: The two images were edited together by djkaktus.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2725 is kept anchored in a reinforced hangar at Site-88. Several tracking devices have been attached to its surface for recovery purposes. Instances of SCP-2725-1A or 1B that attempt to escape the containment hangar are to be sedated. The vehicle is to be inspected monthly, and the Site Director has approved of relegating repair operations to SCP-2725-1A under the supervision of security. Personnel are to supply SCP-2725-1A with scrap material for this purpose.
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SCP-2725-1D is kept in a cryogenic containment cell. Instances of SCP-2725-1A that approach within five meters of SCP-2725-1D must be returned to the hangar.
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Global atmospheric surveillance of SCP-2725-2 is conducted using satellites and ground observation outposts. Response to confirmed sightings is to divert aircraft within a two kilometer radius away from SCP-2725-2's location to mitigate the probability of hostile encounters.
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Description: SCP-2725 is the salvaged remains of the USS Akron, a helium-filled rigid airship formerly belonging to the U.S. Navy. The vehicle has been extensively repaired and modified with scrap material and organic matter to permit continued function after its destruction in 1933.
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Majority of the outer envelope has been replaced by a membranous material that forms sail-like structures across the upper and lateral surface. The lateral propellers appear to have been repaired and the water recovery slots replaced by an array of apertures containing harpoons and mounted turrets. A pair of large cannons have been attached on the upper anterior hull, close to the crow's nest. Most of the duralumin framework appears to have been supplemented by additional girders.
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In the interior, the gas cells have been reinforced with additional plating and the insides are lined with a mat of microbial growth that produces helium for buoyancy. At the stern, the auxiliary control room has been entirely removed, and the rear spaces serve as a den for SCP-2725-1A. The gasoline engines have been repaired and are connected to a heart-like organic structure that, through an unknown mechanism, supplies power to the entire vehicle.
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At the anterior end, the control room has expanded in size, taking up part of the forward gangway and reaching halfway up the hull. The hangar has been carved out to accommodate SCP-2725-1C. Several large ports arranged laterally along the upper hull and lower hull are linked to hollowed-out chambers where SCP-2725-1B resides. Several other chambers have been constructed within the airship for various purposes. The spy basket appears to have been disposed of.
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SCP-2725 frequently maintains an anomalous ellipsoid field, approximately 270 meters long, 110 meters wide and 60 meters high, that renders the object invisible to outside visual and radar observation. It is presumed that this field can be diminished, which would explain the initial sightings of the object. SCP-2725 travels at an average speed of 100 km/h, with a fastest recorded speed at 150 km/h. The airship has been observed to move at varying altitudes without being visibly affected by changing air temperatures.
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SCP-2725-1 is a collective designation comprising the sentient entities that inhabit and maintain SCP-2725. SCP-2725-1A and 1B creatures are born in a pod-like structure near the lower rear end of the airship to maintain a steady population.
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SCP-2725-1A: SCP-2725-1A are insectoid creatures resembling black woodlice, measuring 1.8 meters in length. They have two pairs of grasping claws and can secrete an organic adhesive from their mouths. SCP-2725-1A are the most numerous instances present and serve to repair any damage on SCP-2725 as well as add materials to its structure.
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SCP-2725-1B: Pterosaur-like organisms with a wingspan of up to six meters. The creatures display bioluminescent bodies and are primarily used to assist SCP-2725 in nocturnal navigation, but will also defend it against any perceived threats.
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SCP-2725-1C: A large, tentacled creature inhabiting the hangar of SCP-2725. SCP-2725-1C is responsible for gunnery aim and control. Several of its tentacles stretch throughout the interior, some of which extend out of the hull and are theorized to function as detection systems. Another group of tentacles is situated inside the hangar, which can extend to a length of 17 meters. These tentacles are used to capture objects of interest.
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SCP-2725-1D: SCP-2725-1D is an animate human corpse situated in the cockpit, wearing a military uniform and fused with radio equipment for communication. The entity appears to command SCP-2725, as well as SCP-2725-1A, 1B and 1C. SCP-2725-1D is in possession of an Enfield No. 2 modified with organic matter, but has never been observed using it.
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SCP-2725 constantly pursues a hostile airborne lifeform, designated SCP-2725-2. SCP-2725-2 is a segmented, serpentine creature 350 m in length, with a pair of undulating, five meter long wings at each segment. SCP-2725-2 has not been observed to feed and possesses advanced camouflaging capabilities, allowing it to remain undetected to visual and radar observation.
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SCP-2725 and SCP-2725-2 appear to engage in combat whenever they encounter each other. In several cases both objects have been witnessed dropping their camouflaging mechanisms. SCP-2725 has been observed to lethally injure SCP-2725-2 using its weapons and SCP-2725-1B. Observations show that the object frequently targets the creature's wings. On the other hand, SCP-2725-2 attempts to wrap itself around the airship and crush it using constriction. To date, SCP-2725 and SCP-2725-2 have engaged in 27 recorded incidents.
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Addendum: Item History
+SCP-2725 was first sighted on February 24, 1942 over California. Air raid wardens from the 37th Coast Artillery Brigade were the first eyewitnesses, and in panic sounded an alarm at 6:57 PM, causing a succession of alarms. Within hours a total blackout was ordered across the Los Angeles County and anti-aircraft guns were readied, though pursuit airplanes remained grounded. Between 12:00 PM and 1:00 AM, SCP-2725 was sighted moving northwest from Culver City to Santa Monica. During this time the Coast Artillery Brigade began firing at the object and were able to cause some damage. SCP-2725 was last seen flying away from the Santa Monica area at 4:15 AM. The "all clear" and lifting of the blackout order were announced at 7:12 AM. Building and vehicle damage from shell fragments were reported, as well as five civilian deaths, three of which were the result of car accidents caused by the panic.
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Due to the scale of the event and the rapid coverage of the media, the Foundation focused its efforts on covering up the incident as a false alarm triggered by growing war anxiety and the reports of unidentified targets were attributed to weather balloons, flares and anti-aircraft rounds. Most of the photos taken by eyewitnesses were confiscated and/or edited to support this explanation prior to being given to news outlets. Working with the US military, Navy Secretary Frank Knox delivered a press conference the following day to propagate the cover-up. The 37th Coast Artillery Brigade and other associated military officials also cooperated to deliver additional false information and ensuring the uncertainty of the incident's cause.
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From 1942 to 1963, SCP-2725 was seen in different locations across the globe at least 12 times. In multiple instances, the object was reported salvaging raw materials from both air and watercraft. In all cases, said craft were abandoned. SCP-2725-2 was also first sighted during this period, engaging SCP-2725 in 5 of the 12 reported encounters.
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SCP-2725 was not seen again until 1972, when the airship was reported 200 kilometers southwest of ██████, ███████. The Foundation launched three reconnaissance airplanes from Site-88 to investigate. It was during this investigation that initial contact with SCP-2725-1D was made. However, communication was interrupted when SCP-2725-2 appeared, destroying two of the surveillance planes. The third plane interfered in the conflict, allowing SCP-2725 to injure SCP-2725-2 and forcing the creature to retreat. SCP-2725-1D, believing the act to be a form of assistance, offered to repair the damage inflicted on the reconnaissance plane. However the plane had crashed into the sea after the scuffle and was recovered by Foundation vessels one hour later. SCP-2725, meanwhile, disappeared again and was never sighted for the next twenty-one years.
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SCP-2725 was finally contained in 1993, when it was sighted hovering just above the surface of the Pacific Ocean, five hundred kilometers west of ██████ with its camouflaging field disabled. Initial investigation of the ship showed that SCP-2725-1A was active, repairing a damaged gas cell and the device presumed to be responsible for generating the cloaking field. SCP-2725-1D was found sitting in the cockpit of the airship. After securing the vehicle the Foundation dragged it to the hangar of Site-88 for further study. Examination of SCP-2725-1D revealed that it made a recording on its radio:
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Final Log: After my repeated failures in destroying the serpent, I am regrettably forced to surrender my badge of duty. My superiors told me that the fate of my ship or my crew is beyond my concern now. I don't know what will happen from this point on, but I sincerely hope that someone else can succeed where I failed. The skies will never be safe so long as that monster lives.
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Addendum:
+During the examination of SCP-2725-1D, researchers recovered a bronze key around the subject's neck. Exploration of SCP-2725 showed that the key unlocked a previously-inaccessible chamber in the ship. This chamber was presumed to be SCP-2725-1D's living quarters. From this room the Foundation recovered the following:
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19 wall trophies of unknown organisms, presumed to have been caught and stuffed by SCP-2725-1D.
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Several maps dating back to the 1930s and 40s.
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A photograph depicting SCP-2725 and its crew, as well as five unknown individuals and an unidentified flying creature. The note on the back says "1962- V-Day!" and is signed by the labels G.M.
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Pieces of an M1 Garand.
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Three red eggs weighing approximately 45 pounds. Analysis confirms that they are dormant.
SCP-2776 prior to being moved to permanent containment.
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Item #: SCP-2776
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2776 is to be contained in a high security, lead-lined humanoid domicile at Area 11. No fewer than four heavily armed security personnel are to be stationed outside of the domicile.
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In the event of an attempted breach of containment, security personnel are to first activate the Wenss-Newton Electromagnet located beneath the domicile. If SCP-2776 manages to disable the device or leave its area of influence, security personnel are to attempt to subdue SCP-2776 using Class III live-shock charges. Should SCP-2776 manage to escape the confines of the primary containment structure, security personnel are authorized to apply lethal force to prevent a full breach of containment.
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In order to prevent any attempts at breaching containment, SCP-2776 must be made to believe the following information, regardless of whether or not it is true:
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The United States of America exists as a free democracy.
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Great Britain, its citizenry, or any party originating within its borders does not pose a threat to the safety and stability of America or any of its assets.
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The French Republic exists and is not threatened by the United Kingdom.
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Failure to ensure that SCP-2776 is not exposed to anything that contradicts the information above will activate SCP-2776, and will likely result in a containment breach.
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Description: SCP-2776 is a humanoid automaton bearing the aged likeness of deceased senior British army officer George Washington, which held the office of President of the United States from April 30th, 1789, to March 4th, 1797. For more information about the origin of SCP-2776, please see Addendum 2776.3.
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SCP-2776 consists of several features which fit the technological capabilities of the time during which it is believed to have been created, including a crude iron skeleton, wooden support struts, glass eyes and mid-18th century dental prosthesis. However, SCP-2776 also consists of many additional, highly advanced features, such as a smooth, carbon-based base skin layer, kinetically resistant armored plating within the chest, a small fusion reactor to supply power to the assembly, and a currently unknown information processing unit within the skull made entirely of graphene. The outer flesh of SCP-2776, as well as the hair and nails, are all organic, and are resistant to decay.
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The primary mechanical driver of SCP-2776 is an electric motor situated in the upper chest cavity, but power can be directly administered to any of SCP-2776's faculties from the nuclear core by way of super-heated wiring that interacts in some way with an unknown mechanical system within SCP-2776's skeleton. This is believed to be the main driving power behind most of SCP-2776's anomalous capabilities, but due to the sheer power output SCP-2776 is capable of during activation, it is believed that power must be originating from another source within SCP-2776. Research into this is ongoing.
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SCP-2776 has two primary modes of operation. The first is a "low-energy" default mode, wherein SCP-2776 expends relatively very little energy and exhibits signs of sapience and sentience. SCP-2776 believes that it is George Washington, born in Virginia, British America, and was at one point the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army and later the President of the United States. SCP-2776 is unable to justify its automatonic makeup, stating that it has always been this way.
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The secondary mode of operation, a "high-energy" mode, is activated only when SCP-2776 encounters information that contradicts the three pieces of information presented above. While in its activated mode, SCP-2776 [DATA EXPUNGED - See Addendum 2776.4 for more information].
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Addendum 2776.1: Discovery
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SCP-2776 was first discovered during a 2007 raid on a Marshall, Carter and Dark distributor acting out of Roanoke, Virginia. During the raid, several documents were uncovered describing the existence of a dangerous anomalous object located in Fairfax County, Virginia. Mobile Task Force Beta-24 "Pioneers" was dispatched to secure the object, located below the Fairfax campus of George Mason University.
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Below is an excerpt of the MTF field report:
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In the back of the facilities building we found a covered access shaft no wider than half a meter or less. We measured the depth at about ten meters, and descended in single file. The walkway tunnel below was tall enough that we didn't need to crouch, but not wide enough to stand side-by-side. As we approached the end of the hall, Thomas noted that there were several side-tunnels which looked to have been collapsed at some point. There was a gas lighting system in place, as well, but it looked inoperable.
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At the end of the hall was a single door with three sliding bolt locks about as thick as my arm. The door was made of iron. The bolts themselves were rusted shut, so we had to wait to get a torch down to cut through it. Once we did, we opened the door to the room he was in. It wasn't any bigger than a standard containment cell here, maybe a little higher. Furnishings were scarce, but it was homey. Walls were paneled wood and papered, floor was hardwood. A carpet, a small bookshelf and nightstand, a few gas lanterns, and him, laying on the bed. Might as well have been dead to the world, didn't move an inch when we walked in.
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He was hooked up to this machine through these big copper pipes. Really steampunk, definitely didn't fit the appearance of the rest of the room. As we were setting up lights in the room, Avery tripped on one of the pipes and jarred it loose. He woke up when it disconnected.
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None of us recognized him at first, you know, because he doesn't really look like he does in the pictures. He introduced himself and we thought he was full of shit. I didn't even believe it until I saw the stuff they pulled from the raid, and even now I'm still not sure. Whatever he is, he was down there for a long time.
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After a quick status check and rundown, we got him moved out to a secure vehicle and shipped to Site-23. He was cooperative the whole time, didn't say much. Didn't seem very sure about the car, but we assured him he was fine.
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Addendum 2776.2: Interview
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The following interview took place shortly after SCP-2776 was processed by containment specialists at Site-23.
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Dr. Richards: Good afternoon, sir.
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SCP-2776: And to you.
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Dr. Richards: Do you know where you are?
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SCP-2776: I do not, though I find that I must not know many things after all I have seen today.
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Dr. Richards: Did the men you spoke to earlier say anything about what we do at this facility?
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SCP-2776: They used the word "containment" liberally. I assume this is a prison?
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Dr. Richards: No, no, not a prison. More like a laboratory. For research.
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SCP-2776: Am I a subject?
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Dr. Richards: For the time being, yes. Do you know what year it is?
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SCP-2776: I… I believe it was December, yes. I was ill, and the physicians were— I believe Martha was there as well, where is she?
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Dr. Richards: Some time has passed since your reported death, I'm afraid. Two hundred years.
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SCP-2776: (Does not respond)
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Dr. Richards: Are you alright?
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SCP-2776: The Lord should have taken me, I remember feeling the life leaving my body. I spoke for the last time and then the darkness… I do not understand.
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Dr. Richards: During our initial inspection, we noted several abnormal parts of your physiology, features that were not… human. It is possible that a malfunction of your power supply activated some kind of emergency power reserve system, gave your internal mechanisms time to repa—
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SCP-2776: What? Power supply? Mechanisms? Speak now, what are you implying?
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Dr. Richards: You are, uh, as far as we can tell, animatronic. A machine.
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SCP-2776: This… but Martha, she never…
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(SCP-2776 does not respond to further questioning. SCP-2776 remained unresponsive throughout the remainder of its processing examinations, and only began speaking again once reaching containment at Site-70.)
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Addendum 2776.3: Recovered Documents
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The following documents were recovered during a raid on a Marshall, Carter and Dark distributor in Roanoke, Virginia, United States.
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I understand your concerns, and my fellows in Boston share them. We do simply lack the firepower to mount any kind of assault, domestic or foreign, with any chance of success. This much is certain.
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Through my communications with EH as mentioned in our previous correspondence, there is a gentleman in my colleague's acquaintance who may prove invaluable to our cause. He is a professor of the sciences and is working on no small number of truly remarkable projects. I have advised my colleague to seek his counsel immediately, and we can begin discussions with him once we have an agreement among ourselves.
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I await your reply.
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Mr. Tolliver,
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As we discussed before, it is imperative for the sake of a believable product that I am supplied with the likeness of one who would most fittingly take up the mantle you are intending the machine to hold. This is the most imperative step, as a misstep here will ruin any credibility the final product has.
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The final decision is yours, of course. The apparatus can be modified to fit whomever you choose. However, if I were to make a recommendation, there is a young officer from Virginia who has recently taken ill after combat at the Monongahela. If I am not mistaken, it is believed he will not see the month's end. A tragedy, no doubt, but a young officer with anti-imperial sentiments is a fine basis to start with.
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The officer is one George Washington, and he serves with General Braddock in the Ohio Country. You must reach him before he passes, and ensure that he drinks the preparatory tea I am sending along to you in this correspondence. This will ease his passing and ensure that the vital instruments of his being remain intact. Once you have a corpse, remove it in silence, none must know of his passing. Pack him in the manner I have explained and have it sent to me on the next ship bound for France. I will do the rest.
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He will need a wife, upon his return. Someone you can trust to maintain him. His wounds will not hurt him, but they will be visible. She will need to understand his inner mechanisms, and be able to make adjustments to them as needed. I have one such woman in my employ, and am willing to have her accompany him back to Virginia.
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He will also need an estate, where he can go to be in private. He will be your battlefield commander and inspire confidence within your numbers, but he cannot be seen publicly, for we risk shattering the illusion if he is inspected upon too closely. It will be preferable if this estate is near a river, for other mechanical reasons.
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I will accompany him when he returns, as well. See to it that the preparations are made, and you will have your commander.
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Yours truly,
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Durand
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I have seen him with mine own eyes, and he is glorious. No less of a man than I have ever beheld, even upon close inspection. The man Durand did not lie to us, this is our general, and our King if need be.
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He resides now within his estate at Mt. Vernon with his wife, the woman Martha who accompanied Durand from France. She is a thing of wonder herself, I have never seen a woman so adept at handling the intricate manners of machinery as she. I suspect she may have assisted Durand with the assembly of our Mr. Washington.
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The time is coming soon when we will need to begin. I have spoken to Benjamin, and he supports a move forward. Contact the Philadelphia men, and we may begin putting the wheels in motion.
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Mr. Tolliver,
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Your fears are unsubstantiated, I am happy to report. I know these early losses may be difficult to take, but they are necessary to deliver a believable outcome. A landslide victory resulting in few American deaths is preferable, yes, but unbelievable, and this is the more important thing. Do not forget it.
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If the tides of battle turn away from you, do not be concerned. Mr. Washington will not lose the war, and you will have your independence.
On February 15th, 2009 at 0946 local time, a distress signal was received from the isolated Site-70. Mobile Task Force Alpha-19 "Romeo and Juliets" was dispatched to assist in containing what was believed to be a possible breach of containment.
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At 1012 local time, an updated distress signal was received, containing images of destruction, an estimated body count, and a general request for additional aid. MTF Alpha-30 and Gamma-10 were both mobilized from Sites 19 and 23, respectively. At 1132 local time, MTF A-19 reported live combat with an unknown entity. MTF A-19 continued to report live combat for another hour until MTF G-10 arrived. Of the fifteen members of A-19, only three survived.
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MTF G-10 arrived and, with the assistance of air superiority, managed to bring down the unidentified entity which had, at this point, leveled Site-70 and caused the death of no fewer than eighty-five research and security staff members, as well as the majority of MTF A-19. Shortly after the arrival of MTF A-30, it was discovered that the entity in question was SCP-2776, which was shortly moved to maximum security containment to await further processing.
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An investigation into the breach of containment was launched, and it was discovered that SCP-2776 first began to show abnormal behaviour after watching a television program describing a recent buyout of an American telecom company by a British media company. SCP-2776's internal temperature immediately spiked to 400°C, and began to emit massive amounts of gamma radiation from its core.
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SCP-2776 then underwent a series of physiological changes. A series of high-powered energy emitting devices which until then had been located within the entity's arms burst through the skin. The entity's back opened to reveal an incinerating weapon, and the side of the face opened to reveal some kind of gas vent that began propelling a thick, white smoke.
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SCP-2776 then began to move along a path which trajectory analysis concluded would lead it to London, England, and met all resistance to its approach with lethal force. Individuals who approached SCP-2776 were either caught in the range of its energy-emitting devices or incinerating device, and those who grew too close would succumb to the effects of the white gas, which appeared to coat the individuals in a fine layer of liquid mist. Biological material covered in the mist did not seem to be able to cease life functions until the mist had dissipated.
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It was later discovered that one of the energy-emitting devices was designed solely to cause cancer in biological subjects that passed through its area of influence. The effects of this were only discovered during autopsies of afflicted individuals, as the subjects in question did not live long enough for their condition to develop.
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After the events of February 15th, 2009, SCP-2776 was moved to its current location at Area-11. On-site personnel have noted a significant change in behaviour since SCP-2776 was initially activated, as SCP-2776 no longer attempts to socialize or communicate with researchers in any way unless questioned directly, and does not address Foundation staff unless to request food, water, or a Bible for study, the latter of which has been denied.
SCP-3008: A Perfectly Normal, Regular Old IKEA
+Author:Mortos
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Some of my other articles:
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SCP-3088 - A town whose laws become reality.
+SCP-3688 - Dancing, and the superpowers gained from it.
+SCP-4144 - You think that's breakfast you're eating?
+SCP-4533 - This is the future capitalists want.
Special Containment Procedures: The retail park containing SCP-3008 has been purchased by the Foundation and converted into Site-██. All public roads leading to or passing by Site-██ have been redirected.
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The entrance to SCP-3008 is to be monitored at all times, and no one is to enter SCP-3008 outside of testing, as permitted by the Senior Researcher.
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Humans exiting SCP-3008 are to be detained and then debriefed prior to the administration of amnestics. Dependent upon the duration of their stay in SCP-3008, a cover story may need to be generated prior to their release.
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Any other entities exiting SCP-3008 are to be terminated.
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Description: SCP-3008 is a large retail unit previously owned by and branded as IKEA, a popular furniture retail chain. A person entering SCP-3008 through the main entrance and then passing out of sight of the doors will find themselves translocated to SCP-3008-1. This displacement will typically go unnoticed as no change will occur from the perspective of the victim; they will generally not become aware until they try to return to the entrance.
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SCP-3008-1 is a space resembling the inside of an IKEA furniture store, extending far beyond the limits of what could physically be contained within the dimensions of the retail unit. Current measurements indicate an area of at least 10km2 with no visible external terminators detected in any direction. Inconclusive results from the use of laser rangefinders has led to the speculation that the space may be infinite.
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SCP-3008-1 is inhabited by an unknown number of civilians trapped within prior to containment. Gathered data suggests they have formed a rudimentary civilisation within SCP-3008-1, including the construction of settlements and fortifications for the purpose of defending against SCP-3008-2.
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SCP-3008-2 are humanoid entities that exist within SCP-3008-1. While superficially resembling humans they possess exaggerated and inconsistent bodily proportions, often described as being too short or too tall. They possess no facial features and in all observed cases wear a yellow shirt and blue trousers consistent with the IKEA employee uniform.
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SCP-3008-1 has a rudimentary day-night cycle, determined by the overhead lighting within the space activating and deactivating at times consistent with the opening and closing times of the original retail store. During the "night" instances of SCP-3008-2 will become violent towards all other lifeforms within SCP-3008-1. During these bouts of violence they have been heard to vocalise phrases in English that are typically variations of "The store is now closed, please exit the building". Once "day" begins SCP-3008-2 instances immediately become passive and begin moving throughout SCP-3008-1 seemingly at random. They are unresponsive to questioning or other verbal cues in this state, though will react violently if attacked.
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SCP-3008-1 is known to have one or more exits located within, though these exits do not appear to have a fixed position, making it difficult to leave SCP-3008-1 once inside. Using any other door besides the main entrance to enter the structure or breaking through the walls of the retail unit leads into the non-anomalous interior of the original store.
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Since containment began 14 individuals have managed to exit SCP-3008. Following extensive debriefing all individuals have been administered amnestics and released.
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Incident 3008-1: At 00:37 on ██/██/200█ a human male exited SCP-3008, followed 10 seconds later by an instance of SCP-3008-2. SCP-3008-2 caught and killed the man before itself being terminated by armed response personnel. This incident represents the only time an instance of SCP-3008-2 has been seen exiting SCP-3008. A full autopsy on the corpse was performed; see 3008-2 Autopsy Log for more details.
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The man was carrying an IKEA-branded journal seeming to document his time in SCP-3008-1, transcribed below verbatim.
So, I'm writing this to document what I can only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days. I haven't seen another person in the entire time I've been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn't the case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after row of bookcases.
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So, I'm trapped in Ikea. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, that loud electrical THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of beds though and my phone has a torch on it - but no damn signal - so I found a bed and went to sleep. Spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs though, so at least I won't starve. That's probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but I haven't seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights cut out again since it's too dark to search with them off.
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It's 9.10am now, the lights came back on a little while ago. I'm sure I've searched the entire area around where I came in now and the exit obviously isn't here, so I'm going to pick a direction and hope for the best.
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Day 3 of my magical Ikea mystery adventure. If I wasn't sure that there was something seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight line (insert Ikea joke here) before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks like this place just stretches on forever. Like that scene from the Lion King, except instead of trees and grass it was all shelves and tables and crap. I did see a person moving not too far away though, so I headed over.
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Thought it was a staff member at first - it was wearing the uniform. And hell maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of thing they want working at Super Ikea. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and with no eyes or ears I can't even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get its attention, but its hands were big enough to crush a water melon so I decided against it. It just kept moving along and eventually I lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going.
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Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I've entered the Improbably Hard and Pointy Table section of the store. Guess I'll have to make do with some bunched up tablecloths. Phone battery died during the day too. Didn't work anyway, but I feel like I've just lost some vital lifeline.
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You ever see one of those cartoons where they're going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That's how I feel right now. I've seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books as much as the next guy, but this is excessive. I'm obviously still moving forwards though, I can see the signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say "Exit".
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Not sure who I was addressing that question to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography I'm going to write when I get out of here. I'll call it "My perfectly normal trip to a regular old Ikea".
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Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I'm not the only poor bastard trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 6th night here, 2 of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the store was closed and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I'm not sure which part of that was weirder, that they don't have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs.
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So, I legged it. Sprinting through ikea in the dark like a fucking madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches and floodlights. They've built a whole town in here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming (or maybe they heard my girlish manly bellows of fear), because they had a gate open and 2 people were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the store was now closed. They wandered off eventually though.
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They call the town Exchange, because that's whats on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and Returns. All lit up against the night using lights they've found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized limbs and a full set of facial features. It's now my 7th night here, and the first one not spent in darkness. A full week living in Ikea. There's probably a TV show in that somewhere.
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Now that I'm around other people, I'm starting to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn't the word. But after a week with only the sound of my own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I'd just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere, banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very much!
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Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling - how can that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone who goes to ikea seems to fucking vanish. Or maybe it's not everyone. Maybe we're just the lucky ones.
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The people here just call those staff monster things the Staff. Apparently they are fine during the day, minding their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they go fucking bonkers. So during the day people go out to find food, water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren't very good at their jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs to be rationed. Maybe if they weren't so busy chasing people around in the dark they'd get more done.
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Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it's the same everywhere in this place, whatever this place is. The Ur-Ikea, from whence all other Ikeas sprang. Or maybe we're all still just in the regular ikea and this is all some fever dream brought on by mind-numbing boredom. Who knows.
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Been here for 10 days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he'd been in here for years.
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Years.
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[ILLEGIBLE SCRIBBLES]
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Apparently there are rumours of people who do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that, but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high quality Swedish furniture. I don't know why they would find a disappearing door so hard to believe in.
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Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place it's not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it's east anyway - apparently Ikea doesn't sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood, reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That's me. Lucky lucky lucky.
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We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night, which was nice of them. There was a telephone on the wall, so I figured I'd try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they were just talking nonsense. Random words strung together with no real meaning. You ever see a video of someone with aphasia? Kind of sounded like that. Didn't answer me when I spoke to them anyway. Sandra says all the phones in here are the same.
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Oops, asking the journal questions again!
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I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn't there be some kind of weather in here? I'm sure I read about some NASA building that was so big it had its own weather patterns, with clouds and stuff. This place is definitely bigger than that, but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I've never felt so much as a temperature change in here.
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I'll add it to the Grand List of Weird Bullshit.
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The staff attacked the Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking us to leave the store calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. Knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades made into hatchets, a fire axe. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional crossbow. Anyway the walls have holes in them, which I hadn't noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don't seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them.
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We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more during the night, so we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those trolley things they use to move big boxes around, so we loaded them up and took them over to Pickup. Apparently people just name everything in here after whatever sign is hanging overhead.
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Pickup was grisly. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these things don't rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They're just skin, or something that looks like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I'm sure I felt more resistance than just skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing list of Weird Shit that goes on in here, I guess.
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Something occurred to me, after the staff attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on TV or in a film, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever, once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever else. That hasn't happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there's nothing much to fight over.
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Maybe people are just better than they are generally given credit for. That's a nice thought. I think I'll go with that one.
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A dozen people showed up at the gates this afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows how many beyond that.
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The motto for this place should be "How Is That Even Possible". Surely someone, somewhere must be looking for the thousands of people that must be in here.
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I've been here for a little over 2 months now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and suddenly they're trapped in Billy Bookcase's House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the Exchange once or twice a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here, even if the staff don't. We tried our best, but none of us are doctors.
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Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do.
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It occurred to me a couple of days after that, none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don't even know where we'd start.
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One of those quad copter things with a camera attached buzzed passed Exchange today. I thought it meant that someone was finally looking for us, that help was on the way. Apparently it's not the first time this has happened, though. Same thing happened a few months ago, and everyone is still here.
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No idea if it saw us, it didn't stop if it did. Just kept flying until we could no longer see it.
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Note: Based on recovery time of the journal, this entry appears to line up approximately with our first successful test piloting a drone inside SCP-3008-1. Analysis of footage shows a walled settlement under a sign labelled "Exchange and Returns". Attempts to relocate the settlement failed. Origin of previously sighted drones is unknown.
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I started talking to people about the stuff they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I've ever had, everyone seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, though I'm not sure I buy that.
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But apparently some of the people here have some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 of them had never heard of the International Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think █████ ███████ was the Prime Minister, and one of them had apparently never heard of the Statue of Liberty. I believe them, too. They seemed just as confused as the rest of us.
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The more I thought about it though, the more it started to explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all us missing people is because we haven't all come from the same place. This is going to sound weird (maybe that should be the motto for this place) but what if all the people here have come from different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you call it. I've seen enough TV shows to know the drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is no Statue of Liberty. They didn't launch a space station where Wasim is from. If everyone here came from different places, even from ones that seem identical, there'd be no huge missing persons panic. No mass search. We'd just be a blip, a single missing person in a world of non-stop news.
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Well. That was a fun train of thought.
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Just realised that yesterday was the six month anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if Ikea sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we've never actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time, occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It's comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren't alone in here, some small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there's a pharmacy a few towns down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they can. I've never heard of an Ikea with a pharmacy before but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if someone stumbled on an Ikea Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain the staff.
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Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many staff as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff room or something. Didn't seem to go anywhere though, just randomly walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything.
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We've been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more crossbows, but it's pretty slow going.
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Too bad Ikea doesn't sell guns.
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Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008 at Site-██ in the time span indicated in this entry.
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The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many staff that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we're in real trouble here.
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Exchange is
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I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks had been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk of one of the staff in there. No idea how it happened but apparently a piece of one will draw them as well as a full body. Too late now in any case, there's too many bodies for us to haul away and still have time to fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning Exchange, maybe try and get shelter at Checkouts or something.
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It's already getting late though. I don't think we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky.
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I'm only writing this for a sense of closure, I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside of this place.
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My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I'll just wake up here again in the morning.
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Note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while attempting to reach the "Checkouts" settlement he was separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing SCP-3008-2 instance and happened upon the exit.
Map of SCP-3200, as reported by civilian scientific authorities. All points seen represent stars/galaxies in front of the anomaly.
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Item #: SCP-3200
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: At present, primary containment procedures consist of exploring ways to slow down the expansion of SCP-3200. All potential research inquiries along this line are open for consideration, as no current solution, permanent or temporary, has been found.
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Foundation affiliated researchers have been suitably implanted into civilian scientific institutions in order to both discourage serious inquiry into the nature of SCP-3200 while also conducting independent research into the anomaly.
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Rescue attempts for the crewmembers of the Peregrine-9 expedition are not being considered at this time.
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Description: SCP-3200 is a region of space, currently 300 million light years in diameter, located at approximately right ascension 14h 50m and declination 46°, commonly referred to as the Boötes Void by civilian scientists.
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At present, the exact properties of SCP-3200 are unknown, as most research into the anomaly was conducted by the now defunct Peregrine Expedition Program. As such, there is considerable debate into how exactly SCP-3200 functions, though the following principles are considered to be accurate by majority consensus:
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SCP-3200 represents an exceptionally thin (and potentially open) region of spacetime such that trans-universal contact is possible through SCP-3200.
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The anomaly is expanding at a rate of 1 million light years per year.
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The expansion of SCP-3200 poses a non-zero threat of a UK-Class Universal Collapse Scenario.
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All other points concerning the exact properties of SCP-3200 are considered to be highly speculative. Researchers looking for more information concerning the anomaly may consult the following compiled reports on SCP-3200.
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History of the Anomaly: The anomaly was first discovered by civilian scientists who noted that the region of space possessed significantly fewer galaxies than one would expect from any other region of space; notably, while a similar size region of space should contain 2000 galaxies, SCP-3200 only possesses 60.
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Foundation researchers at Site 118 conducting research into extrasolar anomalies noted extremely high Hume levels arising from SCP-3200, but were unable to determine any reason for this. Continued research into SCP-3200 would not be seriously conducted until the launch of the Peregrine expeditions in 2008.
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Original Peregrine Expedition Mission Statement
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With the creation of ever-sophisticated technology by members of our applied sciences divisions, we often find uses for various advances that we had never before considered.
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The creation of the first temporal sinks by Foundation researchers showed us that time can be manipulated, slowed down, or even held constant from the perspectives of different viewers. As such, we aim to use modified temporal sink devices in the launch of a new Foundation space initiative in order to better understand non-terrestrial anomalies.
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By speeding up time relative to us on Earth for the crewmembers of our planned spacecraft, we can accomplish advanced space travel to many distant locations. Temporal sinks allow us to maintain the natural flow of time for both us observers on Earth and the crewmembers of the expedition, maintaining causality in all frames of reference. It is a simple matter of cryogenically freezing our crewmembers for however long they intend to travel, activating our modified temporal sinks, and then waking them up when they arrive at their destination, in a frame of time that is usable by our standards, all without violating causality.
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Small scale tests indicate that we could use these temporal sinks aboard fuel-efficient ion thruster powered spacecraft to send researchers hundreds of million of light years away and back in the space of a few months, allowing us to vastly improve our knowledge of extrasolar anomalies.
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-Dr. Aleksey Dimitrov
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The approval of this experimental technology in order to study extrasolar anomalies led to the launch of the Peregrine expeditions in order to glean more data on several different extrasolar anomalies. SCP-3200 was selected as the target of the Peregrine-9 expedition, launched November 29th, 2010.
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The crew of the Peregrine-9 expedition. From left to right: Alexander Moreau, Mikhail Kuznetsov, and Thomas Sewell.
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Peregrine-9 Expedition Details
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Objective: Conduct research into the nature of SCP-3200 and ascertain origins of abnormally high Hume levels.
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Crewmembers: Mission Commander/Pilot Captain Mikhail Kuznetsov, mechanical engineer; Researcher Alexander Moreau, astrophysicist; and Researcher Thomas Sewell, extrasolar containment specialist.
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Flight Details: Mission will take place from 11/29/10 to 11/29/16. Flight time using temporal sinks will occupy roughly 4 years of total mission time, during which crewmembers will be cryogenically frozen.
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On 2/28/16, the Foundation recovered a capsule launched by Peregrine-9, consisting of modified segments of the original Peregrine-9 shuttle. The following is a collection of relevant logs and transcripts found inside the capsule. Full reports may be retrieved pending approval from the Project Director.
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Recorded Date: 2/1/13
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Camera feed begins.
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Kuznetsov is seen adjusting the camera as the rest of the crew seems to have only just awoken from cryosleep.
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Moreau: And just like that, we’re 700 million light years from home. Didn’t feel like anything to me.
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Sewell: It’s a little scary, and a little amazing. So this means that we're firmly inside the anomaly then?
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Kuznetsov: Correct. I don’t feel anything different though.
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Moreau: Take a look outside.
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Moreau takes the camera and shows the view outside the spacecraft. It is pitch black, with no signs of any stars or galaxies visible.
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Moreau: Now that’s disturbing. Pure blackness.
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All three men are silent.
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Sewell: What do you suppose is out there?
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Kuznetsov: Who knows? It's our job to figure it out.
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Camera feed ends.
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Recorded Date: 2/2/13
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Camera feed begins. Kuznetsov is seen sitting in front of the camera.
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Kuznetsov: This is Captain Mikhail Kuznetsov of the Peregrine-9 mission. Reporting in on Day 1 of the mission, which has already hit a snag. The first thing we tried to do was to verify the anomalous Hume levels that our more Earthbound satellites were able to pick up but our Kant counters don't seem to be functioning properly here. The Hume levels we're reading are fluctuating rapidly, anywhere from almost 0 to absurd numbers in the hundreds. If we came all the way here only to have faulty Kant counters…heh. What a tragedy that'd be.
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Kuznetsov is seen pausing, and then looking out the viewport.
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Kuznetsov: Still, there seems to be something…off about this place. We'll have to do more research later. That's all for today I suppose.
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Camera feed ends.
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Recorded Date: 3/13/13
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Camera feed begins. All three crewmembers are seen surrounding what appears to be a box of some kind. Kuznetsov is seen directly facing the camera.
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Kuznetsov: So, today we woke up and saw a box outside.
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Moreau: Floating around in the middle of space nowhere. Just sitting pretty.
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Kuznetsov: We just recovered the object and are about to open it. Nobody panic, alright?
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Nervous chuckles from the group. Kuznetsov stands off to the side by the ejection port. Moreau lifts the hatch on the box carefully, and looks inside.
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Moreau: It's a…CD. Should we run it?
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Kuznetsov: Go ahead. Use the isolated computer, it's not connected to anything.
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Moreau runs the CD, which opens up a film on the computer. Following a nod from Kuznetsov, he plays it.
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The film shows a view of Captain Kuznetsov, sitting in front of a camera.
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Kuznetsov: What the hell?
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Film-Kuznetsov: This is Captain Mikhail Kuznetsov of the Peregrine-9 mission. Reporting in on Day 35. Still no signs of slowing down the anomaly's growth. We can't get any good data on it either because we still can't get any of our counters working. Still, we will see what we can do…for the good of us all. Signing off.
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The film ends by this point.
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Camera feed ends.
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Recorded Date: 3/21/13
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Camera feed begins. Kuznetsov is seen in front of the camera again.
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Kuznetsov: This is Captain Mikhail Kuznetsov of the Peregrine-9 mission. Reporting in on Day 47 of the mission. Over the past week or so, we've picked up about 12 more recordings of me speaking about the anomaly in question.
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Kuznetsov sighs, and is seen rubbing his neck.
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Kuznetsov: We're still not any closer to answers though. All of these other versions of myself seem to know more about what's going on than I do, since they all reference stopping SCP-3200. Wish this version of me could know half as much as they seem to…heh. Which reminds me: No, the Kant counters still don't work. Still not sure why.
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Kuznetsov leans back, and rubs his face.
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Kuznetsov: Moreau thinks that we're seeing something from other universes, which would explain where these things are coming from. Thomas believes that something is off about the reality surrounding this anomaly, which would explain the malfunctioning Kant counters, but we have no idea why that is either. In summary: We have a whole lot of nothing and a lot of questions. That's all for today.
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Camera feed ends.
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Recorded Date: 8/6/13
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Camera feed begins. Kuznetsov is seen with his head in his hands. He looks up at the camera.
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Kuznetsov: Today marked the 38th tape we've recovered of myself. We've gotten 38 different capsules containing tapes of myself speaking to a camera, just like I'm doing now. And none of them are exactly the same. In each video, I'm wearing different clothes, the date is off, I have different hair, all kinds of things. And I've got no damn idea why.
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Kuznetsov leans into the camera.
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Kuznetsov: What worries me the most is that we still haven't found out any details about what exactly SCP-3200 is doing. We're pretty sure that this is a region of some weird spacetime stuff; Moreau is adamant that this is a region where spacetime is pretty thin, allowing for contact between universes. But beyond that, we just don't know exactly what's happening. Worse, we've started finding more than capsules…things like bodies. Mine, Sewell's, Moreau's, and some of people that I've never seen. Parts of shuttles using technology that I haven't seen before, and other scraps of things that I don't understand at all.
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Kuznetsov: There is something deeply wrong about this place. It feels fundamentally misplaced. That it doesn't belong. I don't know what else we can find here. Signing off for today.
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Camera feed ends.
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The following was written in Captain Kuznetsov's personal notes regarding the mission on 8/21/13.
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How many times?
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How many times have we been here?
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This is the question that keeps me up at night, the question that has brought me no rest. We are certainly not the first, and every other Kuznetsov out there seems to have been brought low by this same question.
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We recovered a log today. The man that I saw on that tape was old. Very old. He had been recording the anomaly for a long time. Years, perhaps even decades. Thousands of tapes recovered. No answers. He had studied it for years and years, and nowhere did he find an answer to why this was happening.
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They say that the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. If so, then just how mad are we?
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On 9/7/13, Captain Kuznetsov apparently vanished while attempting to retrieve another tape. He reappeared two days later on 9/9/13, extremely dehydrated and weak. The other crewmembers report that Kuznetsov recorded this message shortly before lapsing into a coma:
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We were fools. The void isn't a region where spacetime is ruined; it's the source of the tear itself. Spacetime itself is rending itself apart and we're seeing echoes of every timeline in the past and future.
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Time is an ouroboros, devouring itself again and again, only to be reborn.
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I saw all of it. All of the times we tried to stop it in the past. All the times that I tried to stop it in the past. And the future. This happens again and again, until we get it right.
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Over and over again, we try and try to fix it. All times blend together until we reach singularity and all is lost. The tear opens more holes everywhere in reality, and the anomalies appear faster and faster, but containment is only delaying the inevitable. The inevitable cleansing of the slate.
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I saw all the timelines. And we haven't stopped it in any of them.
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Mater' Bozhya.1 We have seen into the abyss, and by God, it hates us.
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This was the last recorded event that was stored in the recovered capsule; given the passing of Peregrine-9's original end date, the expedition is considered to be lost.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3573 are stored in standard object storage lockers in the containment wing of Site-77. Personnel handling instances of SCP-3573 should wear protective gloves; personnel with open wounds or a history of nosebleeds are not to handle SCP-3573 instances.
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Description: SCP-3573 is the designation for a number of anomalous glass wine bottles1. Each instance of SCP-3573 is composed of dark red glass, and has a paper label affixed to it by means of an unidentified adhesive. These labels feature a reproduction of an image from a 16th-century alchemical text, Splendor Solis; the image shows a red sun with a human face, rising above a distant city. The word "rubedo"2 is written above the sun, presumably identifying the name of the wine, and text near the bottom of the label indicates that it was produced in a location or region named "Alagadda"3. Verification of SCP-3573's origin is pending.
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When liquid human blood comes into contact with the inner surface of an instance of SCP-3573, it will be transformed into an equivalent volume of red wine. This effect extends to any continuous volume of blood from a single individual—if the inner surface of an instance of SCP-3573 comes into contact with blood from an open wound, all the blood in that individual's body will be transformed into wine. Wine produced in this manner is 14.5% alcohol by volume; in blind taste tests, Foundation sommeliers have praised the wine's quality, and identified notes of blood, dried roses, mold, and old books.
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On 13 October 2007, the first known instance of SCP-3573 was recovered from the home of Enzo Fiorentino, an Italian art collector with known ties to Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP. Fiorentino had been reported missing by his secretary a few days previously; Foundation agents in the Carabinieri were sent to his villa outside Palermo to investigate, and discovered Fiorentino's body on the floor of his study, holding an instance of SCP-3573. The cause of death was determined to be the total transfiguration of his blood into wine. A search of Fiorentino's home uncovered several documents relevant to the anomaly, as well as a case of empty non-anomalous wine bottles with labels identical to those on SCP-3573 instances.
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Addendum 3573-1: Epicurean Catalogue Item Listing
+Description of SCP-3573 from Marshall, Carter, and Dark's food and drink catalogue (June 2007 edition). Recovered from residence of Enzo Fiorentino, 13 October 2007.
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Rubedo Reserve
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Produced by the skilled alchemist-priests of the little-known Italian city-state of Alagadda, Rubedo Reserve is made not of grapes but of the sanguine humour, imported from the blood-fields of the Nevermeant. Notes of rose petals and dry paper evoke the perfumeries and bookshops of the Masked City; the ferric tang reminds one of its origin in a living vein; and a final hint of blue cheese allows one to taste the corruption at the city's heart. Rich, full-bodied, and complex, Rubedo Reserve is the perfect addition to any connoisseur's cellar. Rubedo Reserve is neither vegetarian nor kosher.
For those who wish to ensure that their supply of Rubedo Reserve never dwindles, the Alagaddan glassblowers and mages have created the Rubedo Reserve Oinopoeic Sublimator. The finest glass, blown from the white sand of the Phlegmatic Shore, is imbued with pure alkahest, giving it a characteristic red colour; skilled thaumaturgic artisans work rituals over the bottles for weeks, transforming each into an alchemical reactor that performs the Magnum Opus in miniature whenever the appropriate humour is introduced. Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP takes no responsibility for the misuse of this item.
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Availability: Auction only; three units remain.
+Upcoming Auction Dates:
Addendum 3573-2: "Oinopoeic Sublimator Owner's Guide"
+Recovered from residence of Enzo Fiorentino, 13 October 2007.
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Customer License Agreement: Congratulations on your purchase of the Rubedo Reserve Oinopoeic Sublimator from Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP. By making this purchase, you have agreed that you will not sell or exchange Rubedo Reserve wine produced by the Oinopoeic Sublimator; that you will not attempt to replicate, duplicate, or clone the Oinopoeic Sublimator by any means arcane, technological or otherwise; that you will not attempt to reverse-engineer the alchemical-thaumaturgical processes that power the Oinopoeic Sublimator; and that you will not give, lend, or loan the Oinopoeic Sublimator to any person for the purpose of performing any of the above actions.
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Instructions: Operation of the Oinopoeic Sublimator is simple: one must introduce some quantity of human blood to the inside of the vessel, and wait several seconds to ensure complete transmutation of the liquid. The blood does not need to be derived from a single individual; a mixture of blood from multiple persons has no effect on the quality of the wine.
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Caution: If harvesting blood from a living person, a continuous stream of wine between the Oinopoeic Sublimator and that person's veins will lead to complete transmutation of the individual's blood, usually followed by death. Unless this effect is desired, care should be taken to first drain blood into a separate container. Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP takes no responsibility for the misuse of this item.
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At the time of recovery, this document was in an unopened, sealed envelope on Fiorentino's desk.
Special Containment Procedures: Microsite-6117 is to be established in Detroit, Michigan and staffed according to NHLR1 guidelines. MS-6117 is to be additionally staffed with a contingent of C-Class personnel trained in hazardous industrial environments, who are to work 12 hour shifts within SCP-3599 on a schedule organized to ensure each SCP-3599-1 terminal is used exactly once per day. Under no circumstances are C-Class personnel to disclose information about Earth, the Foundation, or humanity in general to any other lifeforms within SCP-3599. Detailed observational reports are to be submitted after each shift.
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Access to SCP-3599-1 terminals is to be restricted by unobtrusive means. The optimal containment method is construction of a discrete concrete structure; chain fences and metal gates are acceptable alternatives. Small standing structures found to contain instances of SCP-3599-1 should be purchased immediately with MS-6117 discretionary funds. One guard should be stationed at each SCP-3599-1 terminal in a disguise suitable to the surrounding environment.
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SCP-3599-1 terminals in locations that unduly complicate containment2 are to be denied use for a period of five consecutive days or destroyed under the pretense of construction work. After this period, all available MS-6117 resources are to be tasked with searching the surrounding 10 km2 region for the replacement SCP-3599-1 terminal. Access to citywide surveillance devices is to be allowed for this purpose through the US-ITAP initiative. Deactivated terminals are to be dismantled and transferred to Site-64 for storage.
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Description: SCP-3599 is an orbital manufacturing complex located 16 light-years from Earth. The workforce of SCP-3599 is comprised of human and alien lifeforms transported to it by anomalous means. These workers organize themselves and labor at assembly lines in 12-hour shifts. A small percentage of the workforce act as supervisors and refer vaguely to another level of management (the "Foreman.") SCP-3599 is an unsafe work environment according to OSHA standards, and untrained laborers experience a fatality rate of approximately 30%. Affected individuals have reported difficulty formulating complex thoughts or remembering mission taskings while in close proximity to the assembly lines. The final product of the manufacturing process has yet to be identified, but is known to contain electrical circuitry, biological components, and complex lens arrays.
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SCP-3599-1 is the collective designation of terminals used to access to SCP-3599. All known instances of SCP-3599-1 are currently located in the city of Detroit, Michigan, typically in alleys, basements, or other secluded areas. SCP-3599-1 instances resemble early 20th-century punch clocks, consisting of two wooden card racks, an analog clock, and a punching mechanism. A sign is posted over each terminal stating "A star shines. A worker works." Terminals that go unused for five days or suffer irreparable damage cease to function as SCP-3599 instances and are replaced by a new terminal within 10 km2. The process by which new terminals are generated remains unknown.
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When an individual clocks in3 at an SCP-3599-1 terminal, the nearest doorway is converted into a portal leading to SCP-3599 for approximately 40 seconds. Any individual who clocks in at an SCP-3599-1 terminal will become convinced they have acquired a desirable job. These workers perform with above-average enthusiasm, but can be motivated to resign through conventional means without causing distress above normal levels (higher levels have been observed in repeat workers.) At the conclusion of a shift, SCP-3599-1 terminals dispense payment at the rate of $5.35 per hour. 86% of first-time workers have expressed a desire to return for at least one additional shift despite poor conditions and sub-standard pay. SCP-3599 workers do not recognize their experience as being out of the ordinary under any circumstances.
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SCP-3599-2 is the F-type hypergiant star positioned at one foci of SCP-3599's orbit. Neuroimaging of repeat workers has revealed unusually high levels of activity in the amygdala and hindbrain region when discussing SCP-3599-2. The nature of this reaction is unknown, and individuals who experience it do not deviate significantly from baselines under standard testing procedures.
Interviewed: Jonas Murkowski, Skilled Maintenance (C-Class)
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Interviewer: Dr. Kim Antoche, MS-6117 Senior Researcher
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Foreword: Exit interview of Jonas Murkowski, who worked as a member of the SCP-3599 labor contingent for three years. In this time, he passed all regular physical and mental fitness tests and performed beyond expectations in the field. Immediate reassignment was requested due to familial difficulties.
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Dr. Antoche: No need to look so nervous, Jonas. It's just a formality. I've already passed on your transfer request with my recommendation, and the security chief's, and your supervisor's. Really, you could have asked for reassignment any time with your record.
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J. Murkowski: I just didn't want to let the rest of the team down, ma'am.
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Dr. Antoche: No need to worry about us. We'll manage.
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J. Murkowski: Good, good. It's just…
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Dr. Antoche: Just?
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J. Murkowski: I'm worried about my other job, ma'am. It's bad form to quit without a word. My grandpa was always furious about that, back at the mill. And the Foreman? His temper's worse than my grandpa's. Worse by far.
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Dr. Antoche: There's not much we can do about that, I'm afraid. You know the regulations.
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J. Murkowski: The Foreman's been awfully good to us, is all. Never said an unkind word we didn't deserve, always let us out a few minutes early when we were ahead of schedule, that sort of thing. Feels a bit cruel to leave him out in the lurch just a few days before we're supposed to finish production.
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Dr. Antoche: Production is ending soon? I haven't heard anything about that.
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J. Murkowski: The Foreman had us sign a contract, all us regulars. Non-disclosure. He's always going on about how these goods are going to make a big bang on the trading floor. And if I went and spoiled that? Well, I'd rather not think about that. Not one bit. I probably shouldn't even have told you now. If he finds out…
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12 seconds of silence.
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Dr. Antoche: Well, I couldn't possibly ask you to violate your contract any further. I hope you enjoy your next position, Jonas.
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J. Murkowski: Thank you, ma'am.
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Closing Statement: Under the direction of Dr. Antoche, Jonas Murkowski was transferred to Site-75 for interrogation, where he proved unwilling to discuss SCP-3599 production or "the Foreman."
Further review of MS-6117 personnel revealed 23 individuals who had similarly withheld information in their regular observation reports. Over the course of their interrogations, eleven affected personnel suffered hemorrhagic strokes while attempting to describe the "Foreman." Frequently used terms in these descriptions include: Imposing (8 cases,) bright (10 cases,) sleepless (11 cases,) massive (13 cases,) unyielding (17 cases,) and radiant (23 cases.)
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Preparations for anomalous activity associated with the SCP-3599 product launch are ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3603 is kept in a standard containment cell in Site-██. At no time should the temperature in the containment cell exceed 4 degrees Celsius.
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Instances of SCP-3603-1 are to be kept in separate nature facilities depending on the color of powder covering their fur at time of emergence.
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All testing propositions with this object must be provided with approval from the current project head.
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Description: SCP-3603 is cereal resembling Captain Crunch's "Oops! All Berries." On the box containing SCP-3603, every "Quaker Oats" is replaced with "Dundle's Food."1 Testing has shown that both the box and plastic bag containing the cereal are not anomalous, although acute feelings of paranoia are not uncommon when observing it.
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Ingestion or insertion of instances of SCP-3603 into a living being, human or otherwise, results in no anomalous effects. Personnel who have eaten SCP-3603 in tests describe it as being stale, bland, and/or flavorless.
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SCP-3603 instances act as a seed. When put in a warm, moist environment, SCP-3603 will bloom at a rapid rate. Within 15 minutes, a bulb 2.1 meters tall resembling a large Captain Crunch "berry" will have grown no more than .5 meters away. All attempts to penetrate the bulb have failed.
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The same effect happens when more than one instances of SCP-3603 are placed 5 millimeters or less apart. When multiples of the same color are placed in this way, no extra effects occur, though when two or more instances of different colors are placed together, they merge and form a new seed the same dimensions as the originals. Where the excess mass goes is currently unknown. This instance of SCP-3603 is the mixed color of the originals. The growth period from here on is completely normal, though the resulting SCP-3603-1 instance is the color of the hybrid seed.
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After a period of time ranging from 15 minutes to 32 hours, the bulb grown from SCP-3603 will burst, followed by an emergence of SCP-3603-1. SCP-3603-1 instances artificially resemble Ursus Americanus (American Black Bears). The only discernable difference in appearance is instances of SCP-3603-1 are covered in a layer of powder corresponding with the color of SCP-3603 allowed to grow.
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Testing has shown that this powder is most similar to chalk and contains several non-biological pigments. It is not dangerous in any way and is generally removed due to normal conditions in the nature habitat, i.e. rain and wind.
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SCP-3603-1 instances have a number of anomalous properties depending on the color/colors allowed to propagate. For a full list, see Addendum SCP-3603-a. SCP-3603-1 instances are docile toward humans, and do not attack unless provoked. They live the normal lifespan of an Ursus Americanus (with birth being substituted for emergence), and are not able to reproduce. They can be terminated through normal means, but show immense strength regardless of color.
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SCP-3603-1 instances are territorial and have a tendency to fight with those of different emergence colors, even if the powder is not still on other instances. It is unknown how they differentiate between themselves and instances of other colors.
SCP-3603 Color: Blue
+Powder Color: Blue
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Blue SCP-3603-1 instances periodically breathe fire. No damage is done to SCP-3603-1 during these episodes.
+Notes: The fire is seemingly random and uncontrollable.
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SCP-3603 Color: Purple
+Powder Color: Purple
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Purple SCP-3603-1 instances appear as cubs for their remaining life, but show the same strength as a fully grown non-anomalous American Black Bear.
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SCP-3603 Color: Red
+Powder Color: Red
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Red SCP-3603-1 instances can bite through any material less than four centimeters thick. They, however, cannot digest any material that they otherwise could not and die shortly after trying to eat the material.
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SCP-3603 Color: Green
+Powder Color: Green
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Green SCP-3603-1 instances produce waste that acts as a "super fertilizer." When placed 12 meters or less away from any plant life, it will grow at an accelerated rate.
+Notes: This does not affect SCP-3603 instances. This seems to show that SCP-3603 is not a species of plant.
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SCP-3603 Colors: Red and Blue
+Powder Color: Purple
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: See above
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SCP-3603 Colors: Green and Red
+Powder Color: Brown
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Brown SCP-3603-1 instances show a heightened sense of smell, and have been shown smelling food from up to 15 kilometers away.
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SCP-3603 Colors: Green and Blue
+Powder Color: Turquoise
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Turquoise SCP-3603 instances have claws entirely made up of solid oxygen. Upon death, their nails disperse into the air. Inhaling this oxygen has no ill effects.
+Notes: As of yet, there is no known way to harvest the solid oxygen. All attempts have resulted in the death of the SCP-3603 instance, followed by the disbursement of the oxygen into the atmosphere.
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SCP-3603 Colors: Purple and Blue
+Powder Color: Violet
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Violet SCP-3603-1 instances appear orange on video or in pictures. No other effects have been observed at this point.
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SCP-3603 Colors: Purple and Green
+Powder Color: Gray
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Gray SCP-3603-1 instances have a metabolism equivalent to standard lab mice.
+Notes: These instances have proven quite costly to feed, and as such, should be terminated. No more gray instances of SCP-3603-1 are to be grown.
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SCP-3603 Colors: Green, Purple, Red, and Blue
+Powder Color: Jet Black
+Resulting SCP-3603-1 Anomaly: Black instances of SCP-3603-1 do not exist in our reality. The only visible part of a black SCP-3603-1 anomaly is the emerging powder. After this powder is removed, its ties on reality are removed. Black SCP-3603-1 instances are presumed neutralized afterward, and no trace of them (physical or otherwise) have ever been recorded.
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3770 instances are to be kept in separate groups of 2-20. Each group is to be kept in a secure vivarium at least 20cm long, 10cm wide, and with substrate 10cm deep. The substrate is to compose of coconut fibre, decaying deciduous leaf litter, a calcium source such as powdered cuttlefish bone, and small amounts of sand. A small layer of dry leaf litter is to be provided above the substrate. Under no circumstances is pine to be used in SCP-3770 containment chambers.
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The vivarium is to be kept at a temperature of 22-24 degrees celsius and have a humidity of 60-80%. No sudden changes in climate are to take place. Each vivarium is to be kept in a room with a light source activated by solar power, as to replicate natural lighting. If an SCP-3770 instance shows any sign of molting, caution is to be held due to the vulnerability of instances during the process, and the substrate is not to be replaced unless in emergency. No pesticides are to be present in SCP-3770 containment chambers. All materials introduced to SCP-3770 instances are to be organic. Fresh fruit and vegetables are to be given to each group on a weekly basis, being left for two days prior to removal.
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Description: SCP-3770 is the designation given to an anomalous subspecies of Centrobolus Splendidus1. SCP-3770 instances are capable of communication through auditory means at high frequency with all species of arthropod capable of processing signals sent. Audio does not affect any known vertebrate or invertebrate which is not a terrestrial arthropod. All invertebrates which receive communications from SCP-3770 instances display abnormal behaviour, showing higher intelligence and extreme co-operative ability (see testing logs for more details).
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SCP-3770 will occasionally display a behaviour known as a "3770 1A event", in which instances will begin to chew wood pulp2 into a paper-like material. Instances then consume any brightly coloured, white, and black substance possible. The materials will be secreted through the anus as dye to the paper. The paper will then be fashioned into a square shape by use of instances' mandibles. Images formed through use of the dyes generally resemble images of invertebrates, deciduous forests, in a style associated with Byzantine religious artwork. Images contain text of unknown origin.
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Similar to the defence mechanism of most Diplopoda, SCP-3770 will secrete an irritating liquid. SCP-3770, however, constantly secrete said liquid. Although this has the chemical makeup of ordinary Centrobolus Splendidus secretion, if it comes into physical contact with any form of sapient life, severe visual hallucinations occur.
Several experiments have been conducted exploring the anomalous effects of SCP-3770. These are recorded below.
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Test A - 27/07/2017
+Procedure: To place an instance of SCP-3770 within a vivarium containing an individual Scolopendra Subspinipes Dehaani3 (SSD-0001-D) for 1 week.
+Results: The SCP-3770 instance was not harmed. SSD-0001-D began to construct a model resembling a coccinellid using moist substrate.
+Analysis: SCP-3770's effects are capable of supressing predatory instincts.
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Test B- 29/07/2017
+Procedure: To insert an auditory arthropod (a Gromphadorhina portentosa4 designated GP-0001-D) within an SCP-3770 containment unit containing 15 individual SCP-3770 instances.
+Results: GP-0001-D showed abnormal behaviour, occasionally placing each end of its upper 2 legs together, whilst using the lower pairs to balance upright. Whilst doing so, GP-0001-D began to create loud respiratory "hisses" (as is common in the species) at short intervals translated to Latin morse code. Lines commonly repeated by GP-0001-D include:
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"Forgive my soul, oh lord, forgive me and forgive all of your other children."
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"By the grace of all the legs that you, oh dear and righteous god, have used to create our precious bodies, I thank you with all my open circulatory system."
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"I hope that one day I will join my brothers with you, oh father, my lord, at the completion of the promised land. Show me the way to devote my humble life as did your 87 saints, oh lord."
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Analysis: SCP-3770's effects can radically heighten intelligence.
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Test C - 30/07/2017
+Procedure: To introduce an SCP-3770 instance to an individual Argiope bruennichi5 (AB-0001-D) .
+Results: AL-0001-D began constructing a line of Latin text by producing abnormally patterned web. This translated to: "We fly with our father, we ride through the moon, the sky, the stars. Now by miracle we may see him again. Our father, the promised land."
+Analysis: SCP-3770's effects can be utilised for a large range of species. Further research on the meaning of material produced is to be conducted.
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Test D - 30/07/2017
+Procedure: To introduce an SCP-3770 instance to a colony of Camponotus Pennsylvanicus6 (CPC-0435), whilst providing the colony with a sheet of ply wood.
+Results: CPC-0435 engraved an image of what appeared to be multiple stellar formations, and planets such as "Venus", "Mars", "Jupiter", and "Saturn". A large coccinellid was in the place of Earth, bearing what appeared to be a "halo" above its head. This was created in similar fashion to images produced during 3770 1A events.
+Analysis: Further research on the meaning of imagery and text produced by SCP-3770 is to be conducted.
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Test E - 31/07/2017
+Subject: Dr. Telford
+Procedure: In order to study the hallucinogenic effects of SCP-3770, the subject will induce SCP-3770's effects and record what is visually experienced.
+Results: See Document-3770-E for a log of recorded information provided by Dr. Telford.
+Analysis: See Document-3770-E for details. Further research involving SCP-2794 is to be conducted in conjunction with MTF Mu-77.
During test E, Dr. Telford, a member of MTF Mu-77's research personnel, documented his experience on audio after contacting SCP-3770's secretion.
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Dr. Telford: Visual hallucination has begun, recording has started, commencing test. Initial image is of what appears to be a swampland environment, very fertile and abundant in life. I see a large amount of flying insects, various arthropods on the ground, and no birds in the sky, which is a dark shade of green. The area overall is dark and verdant.
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[Dr. Telford begins to walk around the testing area]
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Dr. Telford: There's a warmth pulsating from the ground, and a faint throbbing? Heartbeats, but not mine. I see something in the sky- I thought it was a faint cloud at first but now some mist has cleared, I am relatively close to the planet Jupiter.
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[Dr. Telford crouches down]
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Dr. Telford: The floor is moist and warm. Everywhere is so humid and abundant with life, but yet no birds, mammals, reptiles, fish, amphibians, nothing. Just bugs it seems. They all seem so healthy, the fertile landscape must be providing food. I can see predatory animals, giant centipedes and scorpions, all eating this green fungus-like material along with isopods, caterpillars, and others. Curious.
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[long pause]
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Dr. Telford: Burrows and nests are everywhere. This fungus is all around me in the ground. It seems to be sprouting from this green organic waste-like material. Curious, it's as solid as rock, must be the base of whatever I'm on. It's so tough, yet plant life is growing from it.
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[Dr. Telford looks up with a surprised expression]
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Dr. Telford: I can see it now, I thought it was just part of the atmosphere but it's a body. I'm on a leg, miles wide, hundreds of miles long. That's a body, a ladybird? And what I'm standing on, this hard green rock? That's what this thing is made of. It reminds me of something.
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[Dr. Telford breathes heavily]
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Dr. Telford: There are these pyramids of that green stuff, full of ladybirds and millipedes being shot off into space. They're just being launched from the body of this creature. I can see it, they're boarding them and they are just thrusting away. SCP-3770 and SCP-2794. I can't believe it.
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[pause]
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Dr. Telford: I-I see more of them in the distance, green with bright white spots. More ladybirds- or planets. They are everywhere now, like a swarm… There's a sign in the rock. It's translucent, I can make out the writing. "Testing Zone 02: Site-94". Oh my word.
Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at SCP-3936 are to broadcast a signal confirming their continued presence there on the first day of each month. Copies of all records marked as being at significant risk of retroactive alteration are to be stored at SCP-3936. Any repairs required by the systems of SCP-3936 are to be performed by an on-site team of engineers.
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All public activity outside of SCP-3936 is to be logged by personnel stationed there.
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Description: SCP-3936 is Exclusionary Site-01, a Foundation installation constructed using a macro-version of the technology utilized by the Scranton Box, commonly used to store sensitive documents and protect them from retroactive alterations. Via the use of this technology, SCP-3936 is a Site effectively immune to the effects of potential CK-Class restructuring events.
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SCP-3936 is currently capable of housing one hundred members of personnel. Monitoring equipment within SCP-3936 allows personnel to perform observation on events in the outside world through streams of media and secure government communications. This information is then backed up within SCP-3936's digital archive, along with any information deemed by the Foundation to be at significant risk of retroactive alteration.
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SCP-3936 is currently active inactive.
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Addendum 3936-1: On 01/12/18/04, SCP-3936 failed to broadcast its monthly confirmation signal. Mobile Task Force Qeztel-12 ("Now You See Me") was dispatched to investigate. Upon arrival, MTF Qeztel-12 reported an absence of any Foundation personnel. All records contained in SCP-3936 had also been deleted. However, a large number of non-humanoid corpses were located within the cafeteria of SCP-3936, analysis of which suggested their deaths were caused by ingestion of cyanide pills.
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The highly irregular features of these corpses include:
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A roughly star-shaped bodily structure.
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Two primary limbs, presumably used for object manipulation.
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Two secondary limbs, presumably used for ambulation.
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A control node located above a torso-like structure. No signs of secondary or tertiary control nodes were found.
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A cardiovascular system focused around a single organ, rather than the triumvirate organ system possessed by nearly all known organisms.
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A small muscle present within what is presumed to be the organism's cavities, which evidence suggests could be controlled freely.
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A taste described as similar to that of physical pork.
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A severe lack of verifiable metareceptors.
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Eyes, which have previously only been recorded in fossils of the Korenvatius genus.
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Autopsy and further inspection of these corpses is ongoing.
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Further investigation revealed only a single piece of information remaining in SCP-3936's archives, a message from an individual identified as Doctor Ezekiel T. Jones. No individual under this name is recorded as having worked for the Foundation. The message reads:
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We'll handle containment ourselves, thanks. There's no need for you to know this.
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The location of the personnel originally assigned to SCP-3936 is currently unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4124 is to be kept in a storage locker at Site-22, and access is to be limited to Level 3 security personnel wearing Class B protective gloves and SCRAMBLE gear.
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On-Site personnel are to report any sudden unprofessional relations among staff members. If a relationship is discovered, one of the two involved parties will then be relocated to another Site, depending on location in the chain of command.
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The surviving staff member of an uncontained 4124-A event is to be administered Class-A amnestics, and assigned to a staff psychologist for counseling and monitored for suicidal tendencies. The corpse of the other staff member is to be disposed of according to standard procedures.
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Description: SCP-4124 is a small metal figurine in the shape of two children embracing, which stands on a rectangular base. The figure is approximately 24 cm tall, with a 6 cm wide and 5 cm long base. The figure appears to be constructed from platinum.1 The following is engraved on the base in Latin: "amicitia caduca est". This roughly translates to: "Friendship is fleeting".
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SCP-4124-1 appears to be a male humanoid, approximately 1.8 M tall, carrying a backpack and dressed in a motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor, a bomber jacket, and blue jeans. They bear a blue star shaped tattoo on their neck. SCP-4124-1 has an unnaturally high-pitched voice, falling outside of possible human range.
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The effects of SCP-4124 are threefold. Following exposure of a subject to SCP-4124 through direct touch, or prolonged visual contact, a period of 1-18 hours will follow in which the subject will develop a friendship with the first person they had prolonged verbal, visual, or physical contact with following exposure (Hereafter referred to as "SCP-4124-2" and "SCP-4124-3"). This friendship will appear to happen naturally, but is hypothesized to be the result of SCP-4124 influencing probability in the nearby environment. Over the following seven weeks, this friendship will strengthen, to the point where SCP-4124-2 and SCP-4124-3 consider themselves "best friends", and often confide in each other.
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At the beginning of the eighth week, or soon after, an 4124-A event will occur. During an 4124-A event, SCP-4124-2 and SCP-4124-3 will suddenly begin to argue about a current issue, of which they are on opposite sides, commonly religion, politics, or a mistake one of them recently made. This argument will eventually escalate to the point of lethal violence, resulting in one instance murdering the other in self-defense, often in gruesome manner.
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Upon death of SCP-4124-2 or SCP-4124-3, SCP-4124 will manifest SCP-4124-1 within a 10 M radius of itself. Following manifestation, SCP-4124-1 will then approach the survivor. SCP-4124-1 has proven extremely agile, strong, and fast, and has never been successfully subdued. Depending on the distance between SCP-4124 and the subject, it may take up to fifteen minutes for SCP-4124-1 to reach them.
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When SCP-4124-1 reaches the subject, it will produce a "friendship bracelet" from its left breast pocket. These bracelets usually are metal bands, and always feature the name of the now deceased target embossed on them. SCP-4124-1 will then hold down the subject, and force the bracelet onto their left wrist. Following this, SCP-4124-1 will vocalize the phrase "Best Friends Forever" once, before demanifestation.
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The bracelets have proven impossible to remove without amputation. Whenever the survivor looks at the bracelet, they will experience flashbacks, and often begin crying. Amnesticizing the survivor has proven partially successful, making the flashbacks less vivid. There is no complete cure for these effects. These effects often lead to withdrawal from others, distrust, and eventually, suicidal tendencies.
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A subject who has previously undergone SCP-4124's effects can not experience them again. However, there is no known limit to the amount of people SCP-4124 can effect at one time.
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Interviewed: [ Dr. Beiderman]
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Interviewer: [ Senior Researcher D███████]
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Foreword: [This interview takes place following 4124-A Event 17]
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<Begin Log, 8:26 A:M █/██/██>
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Senior Researcher D███████: State your name for the record please.
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Dr. Beiderman: Dr. Klaus Beiderman.
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Senior Researcher D███████: What were you doing when the 4124-A event occured?
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Dr. Beiderman: I was in the secure storage area, cataloging some new Mekhanite texts. I had just locked them back up when it started.
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Senior Researcher D███████: What did you observe?
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Dr. Beiderman Somebody across the room from me raised her voice. I assumed she had dropped an artifact, so I ran over to see if I could help. I turned the corner, and it was █████████, yelling at Agent Moorehead.
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Senior Researcher D███████: Do you recall the subject of the argument?
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Dr. Beiderman: From what I could tell, Agent Moorehead had misfiled something.
Dr. Beiderman So they two of them got louder and louder, and I realized that █████████ was reaching into their pocket for something.
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Senior Researcher D███████: What was the object?
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Dr. Beiderman An X-ACTO Knife. Everything happened so fast. Agent Moorehead drew his gun and shot at her. She jumped on top of Agent Moorehead, and pulled the knife out, jabbing it into Moorehead's neck. And she kept doing it, over and over.
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Senior Researcher D███████: At what point did SCP-4124-1 appear?
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Dr. Beiderman: It couldn’t have been more than two minutes after Agent Moorehead expired.
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Senior Researcher D███████: Describe the entity, please.
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Dr. Beiderman: It looked like a normal person by all accounts, with the exception of their face.
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Senior Researcher D███████: What was wrong with their face? And how did you see their face?
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Dr. Beiderman: After it vocalized, it turned towards me and lifted its visor before disapparating.
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Dr. Beiderman is silent for approximately 1 minute.
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Senior Researcher D███████: Doctor?
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Dr. Beiderman: Oh, sorry. I'm trying to figure out how to put it in words.
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Dr. Beiderman: It was an indescribable thing really. Have you ever lost something precious, and looked in the mirror afterwards? You've probably never thought to. This thing's face was contorted into such an expression of loss and pain, it was practically a caricature of the emotion. You could tell that wasn't how it actually felt though. It was clearly insane.
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Senior Researcher D███████: Thank you. Look, I'm sorry you went through all this.
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Dr. Beiderman: No, thank you. It helps to have someone to talk to.
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Senior Researcher D███████: Let's wrap this up then. I'll buy you a drink from the machine down the hall.
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<End Log, 8:47 A.M.>
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Closing Statement: Following review of the tapes, it was determined that viewing SCP-4124-1's face yields similar properties to long term viewing of SCP-4124, at an extremely accelerated rate. The remains of Dr. Beiderman were was transferred to Site-███.
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SCP-4124 was created by POI-14WA5, an Anartist based in the African region of [REDACTED], along with many other POIs. SCP-4124 was discovered during a raid performed by MTF Kappa-29 "Killjoys" on Compound-12, a known anartist meeting place, where an "art show" was in progress. A transcript of the raid can be found in file [DATA EXPUNGED], and an interview with a surviving member of the MTF conducting the raid can be found [DATA EXPUNGED]. Records found at Compound-12 indicate that SCP-4124-1 depicts a former member of POI-14WA5's circle of friends, designated POI-14WC6. POI-14WC6 disappeared following a raid of a prior show by the Global Occult Coalition. POI-14WA5 was "inspired" to make SCP-4124 following this raid. The note-card that was found with SCP-4124 during the raid describes it as a piece on "The futility of friendship".
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POI-14WC6 appears to be missing from his home in [REDACTED] and is wanted for questioning.
To the Current Director.
+A disinformation protocol has been put into use for the containment of this anomaly. In particular, the ability of the foundation to ensure the survival of both parties is a blatant lie.
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We did try. But, as mentioned in the main file, this anomaly manipulates probability. Transportation vehicles would experience breakdowns. Mistakes in scheduling would occur. In one case, the pilot of a priority one airlift had a heart attack. In other words, the only way to help people is to keep it out of sight in the first place.
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Of course, this would cause panic when, inevitably, someone would come under the effects of this SCP. It's human nature to try to do something. We can't accept the death of someone else, even when it's inevitable. In the end, the attempts to save those affected became more expensive than replacing the personnel. So we let the anomaly take its course, incinerate the bodies, and fill out paperwork for "transfer to another site".
Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to SCP-4187 are to be diverted away. SCP-4187-1 is to be fed 3 adult heifers daily, and SCP-4187-2 is to be monitored daily for food expulsion.
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Description: SCP-4187 refers to a Burger King restaurant located in █████, Missouri, a town with a former population of 1,287. SCP-4187 consists of 2 symbiotic entities, hereafter referred to as SCP-4187-1 and SCP-4187-2.
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SCP-4187-1 is a hostile, nocturnal entity that resembles a Burger King roadside sign. SCP-4187-1 is capable of movement through spontaneous spatial displacement. Nightly, SCP-4187-1 disappears and reappears in front of the closest living mammal to it. It then extends a thin, vascular appendage from the blue circle of the sign, which it uses to puncture the victim's brain, placing it in a vegetative state. The appendage then exsanguinates the prey, before using it to constrict the victim, and oftentimes its surroundings. SCP-4187-1 lifts its victim up and places it in a set of jaws that extends from the two "buns" on the sign. SCP-4187-1 then devours the victim, before wiping its "jaws" with the appendage, releasing a noise measuring at 110 decibels. After feeding, it reappears at its previous spot outside SCP-4187-2, before returning to an inactive state, akin to a standard Burger King roadside sign.
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SCP-4187-2 is the designation of the restaurant building itself. A customer can order at a "Self Serve Kiosk" inside, and the ordered food is released from a chute titled "Whopper Popper." The released foods bear a resemblance to common Burger King menu items, such as Whoppers, chicken nuggets, or chicken club salads. However, these items are comprised entirely of the diet of SCP-4187-1.
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Exploration of SCP-4187 is indefinitely postponed following Incident A-2.
+Document 1: Testing Log
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Date: 07/10/2034
+Items Produced: 1 Angry Whopper, 1 medium sized French fry box, and one medium drink.
+Composition: The patty of the burger consisted of chicken meat. The box of French fries contains inedible fries composed of hen femurs, and the drink is the liquified gastrointestinal tract of a common rooster.
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Date: 08/10/2034
+Items Produced: 1 BK Quad Stacker burger. The burger was discontinued nearly 25 years prior to the testing date.
+Composition: The burger patty was a mix of mutton and chicken breast meat. The burger buns consisted of dog meat.
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Date: 09/10/2034
+Items Produced: 1 package of onion rings.
+Composition: The rings were fried ribs of a common domestic dog.
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Date: 10/10/2034
+Items Produced: 1 chicken club salad.
+Composition: The "meat" of the salad was beef. The lettuce consisted of thin sheets of keratin, while the sauce was coagulated milk.
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Date: 11/10/2034
+Items Produced: 1 medium drink, 1 medium package of fries.
+Composition:Trace remains of clothing were found floating in the cup. Scraps read "D-ddy's —-tle bo-." The fries were consistent with plastic used in children's outdoor toys.
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Note: Due to the ambiguous nature of how SCP-4187-1 and -2 were able to transmit prey from SCP-4187-1 to -2, an unmanned drone armed with a mechanical arm, knife, and flashlight were sent in. An abridged video log is attached below.
<BEGIN ABRIDGED LOG>
+The drone approaches SCP-4187-2 during daylight, at 6:30 in the morning. Utilizing its arm, it opens the door. To the left of the main entrance is a double door labelled “Employees Only.” The counter is covered by a large metal panel, out of which sticks the “Self Serve Kiosk.” Flying over to the counter, it taps in an order for 1 Whopper with fries at the kiosk. Approximately 5 minutes later, the “Whopper Popper” releases a takeout bag.
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The drone retrieves it, and cuts away a sample of both items for lab analysis at Command. It then returns the items to the Popper. The drone is then maneuvered through the double doors, opening to a tunnel with no end in sight.
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The drone continues through the tunnel for approximately 5 hours. During this time, the tunnel appears to lead sharply downwards. The Whopper Popper’s tube continues down the tunnel, as a large white tube at the top of the tunnel. Small white tubes network off the tube, downwards into the floor. After this time, 2 large doors are at the end of the tunnel, labelled “Kitchen.” The doors are pink, and appear to only open one way. The drone is unable to enter without damaging its rotors. It uses its knife to slice open a section of the doors, then flies through after approximately 10 minutes of struggling.
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Machine located at the back of the kitchen. Of note is the rundown nature of the pipework.
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As it does so, it flies directly into a kitchen. The kitchen appears old and abandoned, with meat and other animal byproducts feeding into a large white tank. The tank produces a grinding noise, and expels a Burger King takeout bag from a hopper on its rear side. The drone cuts out a sample of the salad inside, until a loud rattling noise is heard.
+The drone’s camera captures fries interweaving in the space that it cut out of the wall. Tomatoes and an unidentified red liquid are seen streaming out of the hole. The drone collects a section of the fries, before it flies out of the hole, as the fries finish patching, with the location of the cut returning to normal. The drone continues on its way back up the tunnel, until it is retrieved by Foundation personnel. Description of samples collected are attached below.
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Whopper "meat"
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Tenderness was consistent with human meat.
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3 fries
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Consisted of deep-fried human phalanges of the hand.
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A leaf of lettuce and piece of chicken from a club salad.
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The lettuce consisted of layers of human cuticle. The piece of chicken was comprised entirely of keratin.
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Section of kitchen door.
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The door consists of beef, behaving as epithelial acid-resistant tissue.
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Fries
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The fries are consistent with Burger King fries, but are animate, behaving similar to eukaryotic haemoglobic thrombocytes.
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Note: Due to the nature of recent orders produced by SCP-4187-2, as well as the evidence retrieved by the Foundation drone, a force of 4 Foundation agents, watched by 1 command post, were ordered to explore the restaurant to report on its transport system between SCP-4187-1 and SCP-4187-2. An abridged transcription of the video log recorded by Scion-4's bodycam can be found below.
[05:21] Sci-4: Alright, equipment check. Cam's up and running. Radio's going. Flares ready. Weapons check?
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[05:22] Sci-3: All clear for me, Jimbo.
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[05:22] Sci-1: Same here.
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[05:25] Sci-2: Seems like everyone's fine, Sci-4.
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[05:28] Sci-4: Scion-4 to base. Do you read?
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[05:30] Command: Loud and clear, commish. Proceed.
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(The group enters the restaurant with 4 at the rear. Upon entrance, a mechanical pumping and grinding can be heard from behind the kitchen, but no other sounds are audible. A large metal panel covers the counterspace, with tubes running up and down it, which travel into the ceiling. A whoosh can be heard, before a small takeout bag pops out of one of the chutes.)
+[05:45] Sci-1: Food looks fine. Edible, at the least.
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[05:45] Sci-3: E, did you not read the fucking briefing? That shit could be made out of anything. And considering how empty the town seems to be, it's likely people. Or metal.
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[05:46] Sci-1: Of course I read the damn briefing. So I didn't pick it up, idiot.
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[05:47] Command: Remember, you're only here for observation. Not as a taste-tester. This isn't Costco.
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(Sci-2 moves over to the windows, which appear segmented and made of many smaller, hexagonal panels of glass.)
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[05:48] Sci-2: These are some weird windows.
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[05:50] Sci-1: Stop ogling at glass, Al. Let's just keep going.
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(The team examines the lobby of the restaurant further, finding nothing of note.)
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[06:10] Sci-4: Alright. Everything seems to be going on back there. Al, Dro, weapons ready, and go.
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(Sci-2 and Sci-3 open the swivel door to the "Employees Only" area. A long tunnel leads towards darkness.)
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View from Sci-4’s body cam.
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[06:25] Sci-2: Spooky. Very spooky.
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(The four begin walking. The brick stones and tubes which hold up the walls begin to become bleached, as they continue downwards.)
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[07:21] Sci-1: Strange. These walls are… puffy. And these tubes are massive. Bunch of em, snaking down everywhere, before all meeting up there.
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(As they continue, Sci-3 stops.)
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[08:14] Sci-3: I'm never going to a Burger King again, Christ. Big Mac all the fucking way now. Least they don't eat me.
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(A loud groan can be heard, before moisture begins to drip from large holes in the ceiling.)
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[08:22] Sci-1: Anyone else noticing that there's uh, water here? Or something. And it's slimey.
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(As he continues forward, a rattling can be heard from the tubes. Swiveling his flashlight up, Sci-2 shines a beam on large pieces of lettuce. Shining the beam down, he continues. Foundation review noted the lettuces' amoeba-like, shifting structure.)
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[09:31] Command: Sonar tells me there's gonna be a small door ahead of you guys.
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[09:39] Sci-2: There it is, in all its glory.
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(The team comes upon the “Kitchen” doors. Sci-1 enters by squeezing through, followed by Sci-4, Sci-2, and Sci-3.)
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[09:44] Sci-3: Yuck.
+(As they enter, the grinding sound grows louder. Body cam footage reveals the presence of a standard commercial kitchen, albeit nearly devoid of any appliances. A large machine is in the back.)
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[10:01] Sci-2: The place is fully stocked. Like people just up and left.
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[10:02] Sci-1: No one's been here for a long-ass time, but there's still fresh lettuce? This… I don't like this at all.
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View from Sci-4’s body cam. The machine is in the back of the image.
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[10:21] Sci-4: Look at this.
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(Sci-4 points to the large tank in the back. The machine features a large hopper connected to the overhead tubes, spitting out ground up ingredients onto a conveyer belt. Shoes, metal, unidentified meat, and wood can be seen flowing on the belt into a funnel. Sci-1 moves to the output area, where the finished food is put into the pneumatic tubes seen earlier. The food is not whisked away, however, allowing for Sci-2 to pick it up and examine it. The camera catches a metallic glint from the box of fries, which appear to be moist, eaten away, and gray.)
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[10:30] Sci-2: Looks fine. A regular old box of gray, stringy fries. (Upon closer examination, he quickly tosses it away. A long stringy object is caught on his arm.) What the fuck?! That's a shoelace!
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[10:31] Sci-3: So that's where everyone went. The entire town. Just… eaten.
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[10:35] Command: Sci-3, can you strike that rusty panel please? We still have yet to know exactly how that machine works.
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(Sci-3 picks up his gun, and begins to strike the body of the machine with the stock of his rifle. As he's pulled back by Sci-1, he strikes the machine's panel once more. It falls away, revealing a pinkish, fleshy mass.)
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[10: 41] Sci-3: It's not a fucking machine.
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[10:42] Command: Please retrieve a small sample.
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(Sci-3 carves the fleshy mass, cutting a hole in its side. A yellow liquid starts flowing out, melting the fallen panel. A low rattling can be heard from the ingredient containers.)
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[10:50] Sci-1: What the fuck did you do?
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[10:50] Sci-4: Weapons ready, evacuate. We've found the source, we'll get others to deal with this.
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(A loud, reverberating groan can be heard. Two boxes of lettuce latch on to Sci-1's back, before breaking them down using an acid similar to the one out of the machine. A frothy substance is excreted by the boxes, as Sci-1 screams.)
+[10:51] Sci-4: Go, go, go.
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(A final frame of the body cam shows Sci-1 inside one of the leafs of lettuce, which has expanded to his size, and is breaking him down.)
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[10:55] Sci-2: Commish, this place isn't doing what I think it is, is it?
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[10:56] Sci-4: Shut up and move.
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(Their way is blocked by massive burger buns. These buns excrete sesame seeds onto the trio, before melting into the same yellow acid from before. Foundation analysis finds these sesame seeds bearing a strong resemblance to immunoglobulin E. The buns are torn apart by rifle fire.)
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[11:30] Sci-4: It's trying to kill us. We just have to make it out now, guys.
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[11: 31] Sci-2: This shit made them start swarming. They're coming, quickly.
+(As they continue, a scream can be heard. Sci-3 is being ground to a pulp by the walls, which are constricting and attempting to push him toward the "Kitchen" door. As he's pulled through the door, a low grumble can be heard. Sci-2 attempts to fire a few shots, but it does nothing to the walls.)
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[01:23] Sci-2: Shit, shit, shit. Commish, what're we gonna do?
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[01:23] Sci-4: Run, Dro, just fucking run. We get out of here, and we run.
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(The "Employees Only" door comes in sight. Sci-4 is able to make it through, but before he can, a muffled thump is heard. Turning around, the body cam catches a glimpse of the floor rising up. Blue throbbing veins can be seen, before the muscular floor pushes Sci-2 back towards the doors. On the way down, the floor strikes Sci-2 against a thick, low hanging outcrop, which causes another loud groan. Sci-2 is rendered unconscious according to bio-monitors, and body cam footage reveals his breaking down by the lettuce soon after.)
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[05:23] Sci-4: Fuck! Dro! Alright, that's it.
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(Sci-4 loads his rifle.)
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[5:24] Sci-4: Go to hell.
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(Sci-4 shoots the outcrop, as well as the floor. The floor begins to move again, releasing moisture from the tunnel onto Sci-4, and attempting to throw him backwards into the tunnel. Sci-4 fires rounds from the doorway, rendering the floor immobile, before turning his attention to the outcrop and tunnel. Sci-4 eventually runs out of rounds.)
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[06:13] Sci-4: I'm empty.
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(He sits down on a table. Loud clanging can be heard, before a takeout bag shoots out of the "Whopper Popper." Sci-4 goes over to it, and opens it. Body cam footage reveals a large, tightly packed brown object, bearing resemblance to a massive patty. The patty contains 3 body cams, not recording.)
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[06:31] Sci-4: The fucking burger ate them all.
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(The metal shutters are closed and opened again on the windows of the restaurant.)
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[06:35] Sci-4: Fuck.
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(Sci-4 exits SCP-4187-2.)
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[06:39] Sci-4: And I can hear it. I can hear something.
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(Due to nightfall, Sci-4 turns on his flashlight. A loud metal groaning can be heard. Sci-4 looks up, and the body cam captures a brief flicker of light. All biometrics cease soon after. The final transmission of his body cam is attached below.)
Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-4193 are to be kept in a secure container at Site-23. Test subjects may only be administered more than one dose of SCP-4193 if due for termination or if a long-term humanoid containment cell is available.
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Description: SCP-4193 is the group designation for a supply of 32 blue pharmaceutical caplets, 8mm in diameter with the "playboy bunny" embossed on one side.
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The first time an SCP-4193 caplet is ingested, it acts as a combination of nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID) of the propionic acid class and a triptan, only with nearly instant effect and no side effects other than slight pupil dilation. SCP-4193 relieves migraines, cluster headaches, fever, swelling, and muscle stiffness. If the subject suffers from chronic migraines, intervals between regular episodes will increase from 30 to 180 days.2
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The second time a particular subject is administered an SCP-4193 caplet, in addition to the above effects, the subject's eyes, including the skull's eye sockets and all connective and nerve tissue, painlessly decrease in size by 50% (±2%) over the course of half a second. After the metamorphic change, the subject is myopic (nearsighted), similar to some cases of microphthalmia and/or nanophthalmos.3 The subject acquires the anomalous ability to focus on objects to a level of detail approximately equivalent to utilizing an optical microscope at 10x magnification. Subjects describe using this anomalous ability as "like zooming in with a camera."4
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Subsequently, each time an SCP-4193 caplet is ingested, the subject's eyes decrease in size by another 50%, the myopia becomes more acute, and the possible "magnification" increases tenfold. This process reaches a limit when a subject's eyes are 1mm in diameter, providing vision that tests at approximately 6/30 on the Visual Acuity scale, and correlating with the anomalous ability to focus on nearby objects with the equivalent of roughly 10,000x magnification. However, from the third SCP-4193 caplet onward, SCP-4193 releases anywhere from 40 to ███ mg of MDMA into the subject's bloodstream whenever taken.5 While some test subjects consistently received a relatively safe amount of MDMA, multiple test subjects died from acute MDMA toxicity following hyperthermia, hyponatraemia, serotonin syndrome, and multiple organ failure before reaching the limit of SCP-4193's anomalous effects.
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Test subjects may report hallucinations after taking an SCP-4193 caplet. On average hallucinations started after the fourth or fifth dose.6 Once experienced, these side effects never abate and can be divided into three categories of hallucinations:
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Some humans are seen as motile corpses, wet with rot and extensively infested with slow-moving worms or maggots; the worms are invariably described as approximately 0.1 mm thick and never described as longer than 5 mm
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Some humans, usually authority figures or loved ones, are perceived as human-shaped swarms of insects; swarm organisms are of varying types and no individual insect is ever described as longer than 5 mm
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Subjects report minuscule humanoids, 2 to 10 mm in height, which attempt to crawl into the orifices of living humans, especially the test subject7
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Supplement 4193-1: Discovery
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A bottle of SCP-4193 caplets was discovered while examining the effects of a minor Person of Interest, Rhonda Clayton, after her reported death on 2016-11-03 at age 94. On acquisition, the caplets were stored inside a commercially available 8 dram amber vial with reversible cap and a laser-printed label in comic sans which read: "migraine medicine e by dado take 1 pill not 2 pill u trust dado" The only other medicines found were over-the-counter painkillers and 15 Nuplazid (pimavanserin) 34 mg capsules, in a bottle that indicated that they had been prescribed to a local acquaintance of PoI Clayton, ███ ██████.8
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Starting at the age of 20, Rhonda Clayton had acquired an extensive criminal record, with charges including fraud, racketeering, and violation of the Harrison Narcotics Tax Act. After being released from prison in 1962, no further negative interactions with the law appeared on Clayton's public record, not even traffic violations. Starting in 2013, Clayton made a small name for herself in the non-anomalous art scene in her home state of Texas carving toothpicks into miniature sculpture using dental tools. Clayton came to Foundation attention in 2014 when she started cultivating friendships in the anomalous art scene, including an extensive mail correspondence with Person of Interest █████ ███████.
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In addition, Foundation agents found the following email correspondence on a desktop PC in PoI Clayton's bedroom, evidence, in conjunction with the bottle's label, that the SCP-4193 caplets had been produced by "dado," a Person of Interest responsible for creating several anomalous pharmaceutical products and anomalous businesses.
Well, you see, I'm healthy as a horse except I have these terrible migraines. Just AWFUL. Normal medicines don't help much. The doctors tell me I shouldn't take too many painkillers. They say they make it WORSE. Can you believe that? Does that even MAKE SENSE to you? CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE!
O, Mr. dado, are you all right? I sometimes pound on the keyboard like that when I have a migraine. It's like my eyes are too big for MY SKULL. Sometimes I close my eyes and push on them, and that helps a little, even though I'm not supposed to DO THAT. I sometimes feel like if only something could make my eyeballs shrink THE PAIN WOULD GO AWAY.
Mr. dado, honey, these are AMAZING! I took one and the pain and the pressure went away instantly! I'm going to tell all my friends about you and YOUR AMAZING WORK.
O, Mr. dado, you misunderstand! I didn't take two on the same day. It's been months and months since I've had a migraine. That NEVER happens! I'm SO IMPRESSED WITH YOUR LITTLE BLUE PILLS! O, I was a little horrified when my eyes shrank, but then when I was able to work on my toothpick art without a magnifying glass… EVEN MORE DETAIL… Mr dado, you are a GODSEND! I can wear my sunglasses when I go out or when someone visits, at my age I can't afford vanity anyway. It's like you anticipated my needs! I'm going to recommend you to EVERYONE!
HOLY SHIT I WANT TO GO DANCING LEAVING ALL THE FEEDBACK10
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Additional email correspondence on the desktop computer confirmed that PoI Clayton recommended PoI dado to relatives and acquaintances of her old criminal contacts and to her associates in the art scene. Foundation analysts conclude that PoI Clayton's recommendations are a contributory factor in the requests subsequently received by PoI dado.
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PoI Clayton died in a head-on collision with a semi truck after driving on the left side of the I-35 highway in her 2002 Honda Civic at a speed of roughly 100 kph, greatly attenuating the length of her vehicle and pulverizing most of her body, including the skull. When PoI Clayton's home in Austin, TX was searched by the Foundation, in addition to the desktop computer and SCP-4193, agents discovered a sculpture different from PoI Clayton's usual work. The sculpture is nine feet tall, vaguely humanoid, with bovine-like horns, and made of approximately 200,000 interlocking toothpick carvings, each of a maggot with a smiling human face. The sculpture had an attached post-it note, photographed below:
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4546 instances are to be contained in a standard Safe-class locker. Provisional Area-4546 has been constructed around SCP-4546-1; access to civilians is to be denied under the guise of a firework manufacturing facility.
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Additional test launches of SCP-4546 are suspended indefinitely. With the exception of Researcher Cardenas, no personnel within 200m of SCP-4546-1 are to comment aloud about the anomaly.
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Description: SCP-4546 is the group designation for a box of individual aerial shell fireworks. SCP-4546 instances constantly emit a quiet crackling sound, with no discernible pattern. Approximately 67% of people within audible range of these sounds will report hearing indistinct laughter (described as "child-like") within the noise. SCP-4546 instances also iridesce brightly when people approach within 3.5m of them.
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SCP-4546 instances are each 0.8 m in length, and are decorated with red, white, and blue, in the pattern of the United States flag, and bear a label reading "Forever Free". SCP-4546 are composed entirely of nonanomalous chemicals typical of commercial fireworks.
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Addendum 4546-01: On 02/01/1966, a test firing of SCP-4546 was approved in a remote location. One instance, designated SCP-4546-1, was selected at random, loaded into a mortar, and launched. The selected instance crackled louder and iridesced more intensely prior to being launched.
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SCP-4546-1 ascended to a height of 119 meters and detonated, producing a burst of red, white, and blue stars, with significantly less smoke than nonanomalous fireworks. SCP-4546-1 remained stationary at its peak height. 20 seconds after the stars faded completely, SCP-4546-1 began to detonate continuously, forming changing shapes and patterns of stars in all colors. As of this writing, SCP-4546-1 has not ceased.
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SCP-4546-1's bursts and colors possess few consistent patterns. SCP-4546-1 produces larger and brighter detonations on certain holidays; namely, July 4, Memorial Day, and Veteran's Day. On 07/04/1976 (the bicentennial of the United States of America), SCP-4546-1 produced bursts nearly five times their usual size, and created shapes strongly resembling a smiling face.
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Addendum 4546-02: On 01/22/2017, Researcher Cardenas was assigned to collect routine spectrographic data directly from SCP-4546-1. During the task, Researcher Cardenas audibly commented positively about the beauty of the display, causing SCP-4546-1's burst to change colors to red and display heart shapes in addition to the usual rings and spheres. These altered bursts reappear only when Researcher Cardenas is in SCP-4546-1's vicinity.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4625 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell, outfitted with four Scranton Reality Anchors and an infrared security camera. SCP-4625 is to undergo counselling with Commander Idani Daniels on a weekly basis.
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Description: SCP-4625 is a male humanoid of French descent. Although the subject appears to be 25 years of age physically and biologically, the subject has said that it was born in 1915, making the subject at least 105 years old. Subject is a low level Type Green, and is capable of the distortion of visible light rays and noise cancellation over a limited radius1.
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Discovery: Subject was first discovered by a lost group of hitchikers in █████, Spain, 20 km from the Pyrenees mountain range. The group had come across a seemingly abandoned log cabin. Upon entry, they discovered SCP-4625, who was startled by the group and rendered itself invisible2.
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The group was alarmed and fled the cabin. They eventually encountered forest wardens who were searching for them. The hikers subsequently recounted the incident to the forest wardens. Foundation assets were alerted to the incident, and MTF Omega-12 (Achilles' Heels) was deployed to contain SCP-4625. Upon arrival at the cabin, they located SCP-4625 within the cabin. SCP-4625 did not resist being apprehended and was brought to Site-37.
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Interview 4625-01
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Interviewed: SCP-4625
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Interviewer: Dr. Lucas Castille
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+Foreword: Following SCP-4625's arrival at Site-37, it was interviewed to determine its abilities and previous history.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Lucas: My name is Doctor Lucas Castille. Please introduce yourself for the record.
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SCP-4625: (sighs) My name is Jean-Paul Saumes. I was born in 1915, a year after the Great War had started.
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Dr. Lucas: Very well. If it's fine by you, I'm going to call you Jean.
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SCP-4625: Very well, mon docteur.
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Dr. Lucas: Great. Could you explain your powers, and how do you use them? From what we heard, when those hikers found you, you somehow turned yourself invisible.
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SCP-4625: It's… a poor man's invisibility. I alter the light around me, so that I can't be seen by others. Like this:
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SCP-4625 proceeds to turn his right hand invisible. Visible light cameras in the room are unable to detect SCP-4625's right hand; however, his hand does appear on infrared scanners. SCP-4625 dispels the illusion on his hand after several seconds.
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Dr. Lucas: Interesting. Not many anomalies can do that. Any other abilities that you have?
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SCP-4625: Do you have a phone with you ?
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Dr. Lucas: Uhhh… Yeah, I do. Why?
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SCP-4625: Ask them if they can hear me scream!
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Dr. Lucas: (Winces slightly) Dear lord… A bit of warning next time, if you mind?
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SCP-4625: Ask them.
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Dr. Lucas complies.
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Dr. Lucas: They heard nothing. So I'm guessing it's a sort of a muffling effect?
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SCP-4625: You could say that, docteur.
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Dr. Lucas proceeds to pull out TXT-4625-013 and places it on the table. SCP-4625 tenses up upon seeing the item.
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SCP-4625: Where did you find that? Did you read it?
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Dr. Lucas: We found it at your residence, and well… we've partly transcribed what was in her-
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SCP-4625: (stands up shouting) What! No, you shouldn't have read it! It's my book, you shouldn't have touched it! Fils de pute, I'll kill you!
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Guards immediately entered the room and successfully restrained and sedated SCP-4625.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-4625 was brought back to its containment unit. It has refused to communicate with any members of staff since then.
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TXT-4625-01
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The following excerpts were taken from TXT-4625-01. Certain parts of the text are illegible due to damage to TXT-4625-01.
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EXCERPT-01
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I saw many people marching in the streets today. The man with the loud voice said that they wouldn't do anything to us, that they were peaceful. Mommy said not to trust them. That evening, we said our prayers, then Mommy packed our Star of David into a box.
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+Daddy came back from the cafe across the street, looking scared. He made a smile and played with me, but later on, I heard him telling Mommy that we need to leave before 'they' take us away. Mommy said she doesn't know where to go, but Daddy said he knew some people who could help us.
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+Then Daddy saw me peeking from the doorway, and told Mommy that he would talk to 'the people' tomorrow. Mommy looked tired and sad. As Daddy tucked me in, I asked him if we were leaving. He said we would only be gone for a while, so I don't have to worry.
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I feel very lonely. I don't see my friends anymore. Their houses are empty, and Daddy and Mommy don't let me go out anymore. They say it's not safe outside. There are a lot of stones and broken things that can hurt me.
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+I did see my friend Samy yesterday. There were a group of men that went into his house. One of them had a scary silver eagle on his cap. They made Samy and his family leave their house. I heard a lot of loud bangs once they left, so I cuddled up with my teddy bear to feel safe.
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+Daddy came home looking very strange. He asked me to start packing my things because we were leaving soon. I asked him what happened to Samy and his family, but Daddy didn't say anything. I hope they are alright.
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Today, Daddy brought a friend to the house. He called himself Jean, and he was very polite. He even called me 'the prettiest little lady' he'd ever met! Daddy laughed, and said that he had to discuss something important with Jean, and went to his study.
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+I tried to listen through the door, but I couldn't hear anything. I didn't even hear when they walked to the door and opened it, so I fell down and bruised my knee. Jean knelt down, took a tiny cloth from his pocket and tied it around my knee, telling me it would be gone in no time.
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We left home in the middle of the night. Daddy made me leave behind a lot of things, but he says he will buy all of them again for me once we're safe. At least he let me bring my teddy bear. It's not so scary at night with my teddy bear.
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+Daddy brought me and Mommy to a nearby shop. Daddy had a few words with the shopkeeper, before he brought us to the back of the shop and got us onto a truck. We traveled for a very long time on the truck, so Mommy read to me my favourite fairy tale until I fell asleep.
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+Mommy woke me up when we reached the forest. It was still very dark and quiet. Daddy led us into the woods, where we also met Jean and a lot of other people like us. I played quietly with some of the children and showed off my cute teddy bear, while Mommy and Daddy talked to Jean.
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I'm so tired.
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+We hiked for so long through the forests. till we reached the mountains. We stayed in one of the caves for most of the day. A lot of the adults are sleeping, but I was not sleepy, so I decided to write in my diary, but my pencil lead broke. I started crying, until Jean came over and asked me what was wrong. I showed him my pencil, and he frowned. "That won't do!" he said, and checked all his pockets until he found another pencil. He told me it was a magic pencil, and as long as I believed it wouldn't [TEXT ILLEGIBLE]
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+I asked him why we were running away, and he said it was because of bad people, who wanted to do bad things to people. I asked him why the bad people were like that. He told me that in life, some people want to do bad things to feel good. I got scared, and started crying again. But Jean held my hand, and told me that there were also good people, and as long as I believed in them, good would always win.
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The damage found on TXT-4625 is consistent with blood splatter and fire damage.
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ADDENDUM-4625-01
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On ██/██/████, a team was sent to a location in the Pyrenees mountain range that was obtained from TXT-4625-01. The following items of particular notice were found at the location:
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Human skeletons (25)
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Both adult and child skeletons were found in the location, along with their belongings. The skeletons were estimated to have died approximately 80 years ago, and multiple skeletons feature damage damage consistent with bullet wounds.
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Scorch and blast marks
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Multiple instances located around the exploration site. Analysis indicates that it was caused by a thaumaturgic source. .
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Broken M1917 Enfield Rifle
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Weapon commonly used by US and French Army during World War 2.
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StG 45 Assault Rifle
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Weapon used by the German Army during World War 2.
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Deceased Obskurakorps troopers (3)
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Troopers were dressed in Obskurakorps Mk II Jägerrüstung4.
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Unknown device
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Device was found on the one of the deceased Obskurakorps trooper. Although heavily damaged, testing revealed that the device was capable of nullifying the abilities of reality benders at a range of approximately 300 meters.
Foreword: Following a psychological assessment, Site Command decided to assign Commander Daniels to interview SCP-4625, due to similar backgrounds.
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<Begin Log>
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Commander Daniels: So, introductions, I guess? My name's Commander Idani Daniels. Mind if call you Jean?
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SCP-4625: I don't care what you want to call me.
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Commander Daniels: Alright then Jean. Here's something you do care about. You were a fugitive runner for the Resistance in France. You led Jews and other people through the Pyrenees to neutral Spain, where they would be safe from the Nazis. But that night, something happened, didn't it? You fucked up, didn't you?
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SCP-4625: Why do you even care? It happened 90 years ago.(SCP-4625's voice becomes softer.) It's over.
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+Commander Daniels: It didn't happen 90 years ago. It happened yesterday.
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SCP-4625: Wh-What are you talking about? They died 90 years ago! (SCP-4625 cups his hands to his face).
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Commander Daniels: It happened yesterday, for you. I'm shooting in the dark, but I'm going to guess that you still think about it. Every time you close your eyes, you can still see what happened, can't you?
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SCP-4625: You….(SCP-4625 sighs). I'd used that trail about 15 times already. Most of it was forests until you got to the mountains, and even then there were plenty of caves around for us to hide in while the day passed. Before this, I'd usually only take 15, at most 20 people.
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Commander Daniels: I'm guessing with the fall of Paris, everything changed?
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SCP-4625: You don't know the half of it. They were dragging Jews out of their houses and sending them off to the camps, if they didn't shoot them like dogs in the street first. Everyone wanted to get out, and the Germans knew that too. So some of the krauts patrolled the mountains near the main trail5.
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Commander Daniels: That's where your powers come in. A man who can be invisible and soundless. Handy for making a group of people disappear.
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SCP-4625: (smirks) Yeah. I'd cover the group in my "cloak" and we'd head off, moving through the mountains to Spain. Sometimes, we could cross the borders and be there in a single night. Other times, there would be too many Germans, or we'd not have enough time. We'd end up camping out in one of the caves to wait till the next nightfall.
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Commander Daniels: Which was the case that night?
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SCP-4625: Both. The group arrived late, and there were a few more krauts than I was comfortable with. I didn't want to take chances, so we hid. The next night, we departed and we were almost there when…
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Commander Daniels: The Germans ambushed you? At that clearing near the steep rock face.
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SCP-4625: I… I sensed it first, when I realised I could hear someone talking from the back of the group. Normally, it would have been silent, but I could hear them loud and clear. My invisibility field became much harder to maintain suddenly. By the time I realised we were exposed, it was too late. Those things that ambushed us… those beasts were not Germans. They rose out of the forests around us, wearing this… this pitch black armor, with large red glowing flames where their eyes should be. It was like looking at an evil spirit, who was staring right back at you.
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Commander Daniels: They were Nazis too, just that they played around with magic instead.
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SCP-4625: Whatever they were, they wasted no time. Some of them used guns, while others shot fireballs out of their palms. My field might make people invisible, but it didn't…it couldn't… (SCP-4625 begins to cry)
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Commander Daniels: Take your time.
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SCP-4625 cries for several more minutes, before calming down.
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SCP-4625: I still can see it. How the bullets and fire ripped though their bodies. The look of shock and pain on their faces. I couldn't hold the field for any longer, so I broke it and shouted for the other survivors to follow me out of the mess. Some of the Resistance people with me tried to shoot back at the enemy, but our bullets seemed to bounce off some invisible barrier. One or two went through, and I could hear those monsters shout for help as the bastards fell. But it didn't take long for them to kill my friends as well.
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Commander Daniels: What happened to you and the survivors?
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SCP-4625: It was just me and a little girl. We found an opening and made a break for it. I tried to use my abilities, but I could feel something blocking them. As we took cover behind a rock, I saw one of those things carrying a large box on his back. So I took a gamble, and shot him. The first few rounds bounced off, but the last got him. It fell back, and the machine just fizzled out. I felt my powers return, and cast another illusion over us. I.. I told her things were going to be alright. She was scared, and she was crying and hugging her teddy bear. I told her she would be fine so that she wouldn't be so scared. I didn't want her to be scared. I… I wanted… I could have.. I should- should have…"
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Commander Daniels grabs SCP-4625 by the shoulders and shakes him gently.
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Commander Daniels: Hey. Hey! It's over okay. You're not there anymore. You're in this room. You're safe. I'm here. So take a breath, and take a step back.
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SCP-4625 takes several deep breaths before regaining their composure.
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SCP-4625: Thank you. It's just…
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Commander Daniels: I know what it feels like. I know it feels like a mountain, but I need to know what happened that night.
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SCP-4625: I missed one. He came up from our right side, and blasted a fireball at where we were. I saw it, tried to pull her away but I… I wasn't quick enough. Sent us both flying back to into a grove of trees. For some reason, my illusion still held. The next morning I woke up, and I realised what had happened. I found her. I tried to do my best, but… I can't. I can't go on anymore, stop, please.
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Closing Statement: Interview was ended following deterioration in SCP-4625's mental condition.
Commander Daniels: I hope you're felling better since last week, Jean.
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SCP-4625: No. More nightmares, commander. Many more. I see her every night now. She keeps on blaming me. "Why didn't you save me?" she asks. I cannot answer her.
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Commander Daniels: We'll come to that in due time. What happened after you woke up that morning?
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SCP-4625: Fine. Germans were coming, so I fled. Ran to Spain, and hid there for the rest of the war. Afterwards, I built the cabin in the woods and stayed there, till you bastards picked me up. Happy?
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Commander Daniels: (sighs) Look, I'm sorry alright. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed to know what happened, so that we could better understand what happened to you.
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SCP-4625:You don't care. None of you do. None of you know how I feel. How it hurts. You can't even imagine what I have to go through!
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Commander Daniels: Well, here's news Jean: I do understand what you're going though. Because I've been there myself.
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SCP-4625: You said that before, but you never said how! How do you know what I feel Commander? How!
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Commander Daniels: Because my mistakes caused me to lose people I cared about. Broke the promises I made to them.
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Commander Daniels: It was four months ago. Some clinic had gotten invaded by this sentient replicating flesh blob that consumes people. We entered the clinic, and it was empty, save for a corpse face down on the floor. We'd gotten a call that there were some survivors holed up in one of the back rooms, and I was so focused on that, I told Jenkins and Daniel to hold the exit while we went to check the situation out. We were there in a matter of minutes, and found the door locked. People were inside safe, but then I heard screams from the front of the clinic.
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SCP-4625: Your soldiers?
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Commander Daniels: (nods) Turns out the blob was smarter than I expected. It shapeshifted itself as the body in the entrance to the clinic, ambushed them when they weren't looking and well… started devouring them alive. Me and Jacobs rushed back to see them screaming and writing in pain as it just tore through them. Jenkins' bottom half was already just pure viscera, while Daniel had holes all over him as the thing devoured from inside out. I tried to shoot the blob on Jenkins, but it kept on eating him up. Jacobs had his flamethrower, so I…
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SCP-4625: You ordered him to burn your friends alive.
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Commander Daniels: For weeks, I struggled to do anything. All I could think about was how my mistake caused two of my men to suffer and die horribly. My mind was torturing me, telling me I could have saved them, but I didn't. I was stuck in this loop, constantly feeding my own destruction. I came close to the edge several times. If I didn't get help, I probably would've gone over.
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SCP-4625: I guess we've both been through a lot.
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Commander Daniels: But I endured through it. And eventually, I realised something: we can't control life. We're only human, and we're bound to make mistakes. And for people like us, mistakes don't come cheap. But life goes on. So we have to move on.
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SCP-4625: How far can you move on, without being crippled? The pain is still there, because we still know that we screwed up. Our mistakes cost people their lives. Nothing we do is ever going to make up for that. And how can you forget about such a thing? It just means that you don't care about it anymore.
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Commander Daniels: I never said we should forget the past. But we have to stop living in it. The past, is the past. It has no power over us. What happened to both of us was terrible, but we have to learn to get back up.
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SCP-4625: But you don't get it. The pain. Doesn't it still wound you every time you get up? Isn't there every time you fall asleep, just waiting to torture you over and over again? What can you do against it?
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Commander Daniels: You're right. The pain will never go away. It will still be there, waiting for you. But you have to carry on. Use that pain. And the reason you feel that pain? It's because you still blame yourself for what happened that night. But you need to realise, we can't control everything. We make mistakes, and they have consequences. We have to learn how to accept those consequences. Learn from your mistakes. Be better than who you were last time, so that that mistake doesn't happen again.
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SCP-4625 begins to tear up and sob.
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Commander Daniels: You're going to feel fucked up inside for a long time. The pain… the pain will always be there. But time will help to smooth over some of those sharp edges. And if you carry on doing trying to help others, like what you did before, it'll get easier. You'll still feel the pain, but it'll hurt less, and you'll sleep a bit more soundly night. And all this can't happen, unless you choose to forgive yourself.
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SCP-4625: But what if it happens again? What do you do then?
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Commander Daniels: Slow down, and take a break. Forgive yourself for the mistake. Learn from it, so that it doesn't happen again. And be better.
Commander Daniels: Good morning Jean. How have you been so far?
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+SCP-4625: I'm… I'm still struggling, Commander. The dreams are still bad
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Commander Daniels: Enough with Commander already. I'm Idani to my friends, and that includes you.
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SCP-4625: Yes, Com- I mean, yes, Idani.
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Commander Daniels: How bad are the dreams? Do they still come often?
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SCP-4625: (sighs) It doesn't feel like it's getting any better. I still get those dreams, every one to two days. Sometimes, it's the same thing all over again. Everyone dead. Everyone dead because of me.
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Commander Daniels: You said that was sometimes only. What about the other times? Are they just as bad?
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SCP-4625: Well… no, I guess. Once or twice, some of us actually make it out. We make it to a village in Spain, and hide there till the war's over.
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Commander Daniels: So it's actually getting better. I know it's hard to see, but it is there.
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SCP-4625: Doesn't feel like it, that's for sure.
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Commander Daniels: That's because you're too focused on all that pain and misery. I know it's tough, but you have to search for those small respites, those silver linings. You used to have these dreams every day right?
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SCP-4625: Yes (SCP-4625 is visibly tearing up)
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Commander Daniels: And now you're only having it once every two days. Might seem like an insignificant improvement. But it's still an improvement. And over time, it builds up. Slowly but surely, it will be there.
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SCP-4625: I just don't want to feel so pathetic anymore. I just want the pain to stop. But it won't stop,
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Commander Daniels: And it probably never will. But like I said before, pain can be overcome. You''ll feel it over time, but you'll slowly be able to numb yourself it's effects. Never completely, but enough to keep you going. And as time passes, you'll be able to wear that pain as an armour.
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SCP-4625: An armour? What do you mean? It hurts me. How can you use it an armour. It's… It's like wearing a poisonous shirt. (SCP-4625 lets out a mirthless laugh)
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Commander Daniels: Not really. This pain, it's caused by your experience, by your trauma over making the wrong call. But pain, pain can be used in many ways. It can be a reminder, not about the failures of the past, but about the hope for the future. And it can be an armour, because even if this happens again in the future, you'll be a bit more ready to face the consequences.
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SCP-4625: I… I think I get it now. But… What future do I have?
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Commander Daniels: Well, although your mental state is still slightly fragile, the higher-ups have agreed that we could use someone like you in the field. And well… I'm inclined to agree. You have a useful skill set as an infiltration and exfiltration agent, and frankly? We need all the help we can get.
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SCP-4625: Using anomalies? That's going to backfire one day.
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Commander Daniels: It has, but we've learned from it. The question is, are you up for it?
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SCP-4625: Hmm… Not now. I.. I still have some demons left to deal with. And I'm still scared of myself. But in time, perhaps.
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Commander Daniels: We're always going to be scared, regardless if it's ourselves or something else. It's about having the courage, to keep moving forward, even when it seems hopeless to do so. That's how you find the light.
Junior Researcher Jamie retrieving an escaped tame SCP-4644 instance.
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A wild SCP-4644 instance; altitude estimated at 1,700 meters.
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Item #: SCP-4644
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation outpost (Outpost 4644) has been established near the Kuroshima Research Station of the Sea Turtle Association of Japan, and equipped with three large open-air aviaries for SCP-4644 containment.
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Traditional Japanese butsudan1 are to be housed and maintained in each aviary. Each shrine is to be accompanied by portraits of deceased marine scientists or other environmentalists from the local area who have contributed to pollution reduction and marine life population research.
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Foundation seacraft stationed near the Japanese islands are to report any new SCP-4644 sightings to Outpost 4644. New instances of SCP-4644 that reach the outpost are to be greeted by the research team and directed to one of the aviaries. Any other spotted wild SCP-4644 instances are to be captured and transferred to Outpost 4644, with care taken to avoid damage or stress.
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At the conclusion of the annual sea turtle nesting season, all captive SCP-4644 instances are to be released into the open air. Following the mating activities, Foundation personnel are to collect any remains of the SCP-4644 instances, and store these materials at Outpost 4644 for further analysis.
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Non-anomalous turtles manifested as a result of SCP-4644 are to be counted for records-keeping, and allowed to return to the waters they were spawned near.
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Side-by-side comparison of male (left) and female (right) SCP-4644 instances, with elder (clear) coloration.
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Description: SCP-4644 is the collective designation for a population of anomalous kites capable of autonomous movement. All SCP-4644 instances possess the shape of a rokkaku (hexagonal) kite, with matured "adults" reaching up to 2 meters in length. SCP-4644 instances theorized to be males (based on observed behaviors) reach a length of 6 meters including their decorative tails. Newly manifested SCP-4644 instances possess a more opaque and clouded coloration than older instances. By stretching and contracting their thin skin-like covering, SCP-4644 can manipulate their overall body shape, allowing them to maneuver through air currents and reaching altitudes of over 2,000 meters.
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SCP-4644 individuals do not appear to require sleep, and have a substantial level of intelligence, as tamed instances are able to recognize the faces of their caretakers and respond well to recall training. The majority of an SCP-4644 instance's daily routine consists of sunning itself while perched at a high location and lifting off for short gliding flights. It is noted that with more time spent in open air, the semi-translucent covering of SCP-4644 instances gradually becomes clearer and more transparent.
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The first Foundation sighting of an SCP-4644 instance was in June of 1970. Based on observation accounts, it is believed that new SCP-4644 manifest directly from the waters surrounding the Japanese islands, typically in areas of concentrated ocean pollution debris. The SCP-4644 instances will then gradually seek out other members of a group to travel with until they reach a landmass with a Buddhist shrine. Charted flight patterns indicate that SCP-4644 appear to exhibit a preference for shrines in rural areas with lower rates of average air pollution, and will attempt to avoid industrialized areas.
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Close view of young (clouded) adult male SCP-4644.
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During the months of June through October, SCP-4644 instances will leave the land and congregate over open water. Male and female pairs will perform an aerial courtship dance, and will ascend to a higher altitude while parallel to each other and in a spiraling and synchronized manner. During this event, the covering of both SCP-4644 instances becomes almost completely transparent. Due to the extreme height and infrequent mating, what transpires afterwards is unknown. Captured instances will not exhibit this behavior inside the containment aviaries.
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Non-anomalous turtle produced by SCP-4644 instances.
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Approximately 1 hour after the initial ascent, both the male and female SCP-4644 will rapidly fall to the shoreline. Closer examinations of the crash sites have recovered pieces of high-density polyethylene plastic, fragments of decayed turtle shell scutes, and a torn scrap of an omamori2 paper talisman. Within the next hour, two to eight hatchling Hawksbill sea turtles (Eretmochelys imbricata) will emerge from the same area of sand and make their way towards the open ocean. These turtles have been confirmed to be non-anomalous.
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Currently, researchers at Outpost 4644 have collected enough omamori scraps from SCP-4644 remains to create a rough reconstruction of the full paper talisman. Based on their design, the charms carry the kanai-anzen focus, for "safety or well-being of one's family and peace and prosperity in the household", as well as a woodblock signature bearing the kanji 龍神 (Ryūjin), the name of the mythological Japanese guardian deity of the sea.
Special Containment Procedures: A 5000km2 exclusion zone has been established around SCP-4752. Exploration and research teams that come within 100 kilometres of this exclusion zone are to be re-directed to their basecamp under the guise of "seismic activity".
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Description: SCP-4752 is a large mountain located at the southern end of the Transantarctic Mountain Range resembling a right angle triangle with a concave hypotenuse. Geological studies have indicated that since the late 16th century, SCP-4752's mass has been slowly concentrating beneath its peak, at the far west of the mountain, with no non-anomalous geological explanation. The rate of transfer has been accelerating since the 1980s. As of 2019, 44% of SCP-4752's mass was concentrated beneath its peak.
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Addendum-4752-001: Geological studies have indicated significant shifts in mass on the following dates, amongst others:
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December 1792
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Addendum-4752-002: On 06/09/2020, GoI-3425 ("Anochists") launched an assault on the west side of SCP-4752, during which an estimated 30% of SCP-4752's mass was lost. Members of GoI-3425 planted a nuclear explosive at the base of SCP-4752's west side and detonated it after a retreat. Following this, world economic output suffered a decline of 26%.
Special Containment Procedures: Webcrawler XYY-76 has been created to search for any mention of select trigger phrases (example: "Goat VR" "Goat Game" "Farmer Game"), as well as any accounts with the name "farmer", and flag them for review. The flagged phrase will be manually reviewed for SCP-5045 influence and deleted when necessary.
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A single copy of SCP-5045 is kept within Terminal 577-B within Site-301.
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Description: SCP-5045 is a virtual reality game that is compatible with most virtual reality headsets titled "Goat VR." Before discovery, SCP-5045 could be downloaded at several websites dedicated to obscure games, as well as its own website.
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SCP-5045 begins with a title screen with "GOAT VR" displayed in large neon green and purple text. Below the title is a button titled "play" which, when pressed, puts the player into a cartoonish 3D environment vaguely resembling that of a neon blue farmhouse surrounded by a black void. The ground is covered in a neon green grass texture, and bounded by a blue colored picket fence which surrounds the farmhouse. Travel beyond the fence is impossible, due to an invisible barrier blocking access.
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Contained within a narrow space enclosed by the fence are several animate entities resembling goats, drawn in a similar style to the surroundings. These goats exhibit simple and repetitive behavior in which they walk unimpeded until reaching a barrier, in which case they will turn around and walk in a different direction. These goats are drawn in two dimensions, appearing as a flat shape. Despite their simple stylization, however, their movements appear smooth and uniquely generated, with no use of repeating frames or walk cycles. No content related to the goats has been found in the game's files.1
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Graphic of SCP-5045-1 recovered from the website "www.goatvr.███".
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Within the farmhouse is a crudely drawn humanoid entity, with slightly more visual detail than the goats, hereafter designated SCP-5045-1. SCP-5045-1 refers to itself as "Farmer" and displays a degree of sapience, often attempting communication with the player and responding to verbal questioning. Even when loaded in headsets devoid of a microphone, SCP-5045-1 is capable of detecting and understanding the player's speech, as well as, to a limited degree, loud sounds nearby.
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SCP-5045-1 employs various tactics to increase playtime during a given play session. Such tactics include the generation of visual effects in the corner of the player's field of view, bleating sounds emanating from beneath various surfaces, and requests to join him in an activity such as watching the goats together. When questioned about these tactics, SCP-5045-1 unilaterally denies their existence.
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After a variable amount of time, SCP-5045-1 will vocalize to the player "Thanks for playing Goat VR!" before shutting the headset off, which continues to draw power until disconnected. Upon this happening, the player falls into an indefinite vegetative state.
Subject: D-1711
+Researcher: Researcher Ivan Cherv
+Experiment: D-1711 is instructed to play SCP-5045 and explore its in-game environment. SCP-5045 is set to run for ten minutes before being shut off to ensure the participant's safety.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Alright, let's begin.
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D-1711: Wait, we're starting now?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Testing begins now, yes.
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D-1711: Okie dokie.
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D-1711 puts on the VR headset and the title screen of SCP-5045 is shown.
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SCP-5045's title screen.
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D-1711: Goat VR? Christ, that's a gaudy title screen. Do I really have to do this?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Yes.
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D-1711: Things could be a lot worse, I guess…
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D-1711 moves his hand to the play button and presses it. The screen fades into black, and out into SCP-5045's central location.
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D-1711: Huh, so this is where you guys want me to explore? Kinda small from the looks of things. Colorful too. Really colorful.
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D-1711 groans.
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D-1711: Guys, my head's killing me already and I just started!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: This will only take ten minutes. For the record, could you describe what you are seeing?
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D-1711: Alright… uhh, everything's all black and outlined in these bright neon colors. Not many colors actually. The ones I can list so far are blue, green, and some specks of white in the distance. Looks like a cartoon. In front of me there's this fence and a barn, both outlined in bright blue. Below me is some patchy bright green grass, and above me is darkness.
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(D-1711 looks over towards the fence area of SCP-5045)
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D-1711: I think I'm going to get closer to those little white fellas over by the fence. I can see them moving.
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D-1711 starts heading towards the blue fence, and stops as he is close enough to the fence to make out a collection of fourteen crudely drawn cartoon goats maneuvering around the area. Many of the goats are bleating. Further back, more goats can be seen, although it is hard to make out how many there are.
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SCP-5045's fence area. Click to enlarge.
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D-1711: (laughing) What the fuck? Is this a joke?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: No. Again, for the record, please describe in detail what you are seeing.
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D-1711: What I'm seeing looks like, I don't know, a joke! All these goats, look like bad cartoons, wandering around, bumping into each other.
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D-1711: I swear, there's gotta be more of those little guys back there than I can see clearly. Awww, that one over there looks scared!
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D-1711 looks to a goat from behind the fourteen goats displayed. It is difficult to make out given the resolution, but a two-dimensional goat is seen with a concerned expression on its face. Its overlarge eyes dart around frantically.
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D-1711: Poor guy. Wonder what's got him so stressed out.
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D-1711 looks back at the fourteen goats being displayed.
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D-1711: Honestly, this is impressive. Considering the art quality, I expected some choppy animations, but these guys are really fluid. I wish I could stay and watch, but I should probably get going to the farmhou-
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D-1711 turns to his right and sees SCP-5045-1 in front of them. D-1711 yelps, startled.
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D-1711's POV upon discovering SCP-5045-1.
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SCP-5045-1: Howdy! The name's Farmer!
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D-1711: Gah! That scared the hell out of me!
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SCP-5045-1: Didn't mean to frighten you! I just noticed you were admiring my prized goat collection!
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D-1711: Wait, you can actually hear me?
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SCP-5045-1: Clear as a bell!
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D-1711: Is this game multiplayer or something?
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SCP-5045-1: Say that again?
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D-1711: Is this game multiplayer?
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SCP-5045-1: Huh?
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D-1711 sighs.
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D-1711: Can I just go to your farmhouse?
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SCP-5045-1: But I haven't even gotten a chance to talk about these incredible things!
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SCP-5045-1 motions towards the goats in the fenced area of SCP-5045.
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SCP-5045-1: They're quite the entertainers, aren't they? Look at them go!
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D-1711 turns to look at the fence and chuckles.
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D-1711: You don't need to tell me that. God, these things are hilarious.
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SCP-5045-1 nods, smiling.
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D-1711: Say, are there any other farm animals here that you can show me?
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SCP-5045-1: Not a chance. Goats are all I need! They're great listeners.
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SCP-5045-1 begins pointing emotively at the goats displayed at the fence area.
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SCP-5045-1: These ones especially! I'll show you!
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SCP-5045-1 puts his hand up to his mouth and generates a sharp whistling sound. As this happens, all fourteen goats collectively freeze in place and look directly at SCP-5045-1.
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SCP-5045-1: Thank you! Now please, greet our new guest.
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Each goat turns their head towards D-1711 and bleats.
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SCP-5045-1: Isn't that kind of them?
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D-1711: Yeah that's… cool? Listen, my head's aching, can I jus- wait a minute. I hear something.
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D-1711 turns towards the fence area. A goat is dragging their head across the floor, with an irritated expression.
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D-1711: Ummm, are they supposed to be doing that?
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SCP-5045-1: Hey!
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SCP-5045-1 turns towards the goat, visibly angered.
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SCP-5045-1: Am I gonna have to make you stop doing that? Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look? Second time this week! How hard is it to give people a good time, friend?
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D-1711: Friend?
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The timer for SCP-5045 concludes and the game is shut off. D-1711 takes off his VR headset.
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D-1711: Oh thank god. Kinda relieved to take this thing off, my head was burning up and it was starting to smell really bad in there.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Smell? How would you describe this smell?
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D-1711: I dunno, cigarettes? Wood smoke? Couldn't really put my finger on it. Jesus, I feel itchy.
SCP-5045-1: And this one here is Jumbles! She's a pretty dramatic one, pay her no mind.
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D-6770: Can I just go to the farmhouse already?
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SCP-5045-1: Darnit, no! I haven't even taken you past the fence yet!
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D-6770: I'm not entering your creepy goat pit!
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SCP-5045-1: Wow, that's some good sass there! Cool off, we can check out the farmhouse you're so itchin' to explore.
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D-6770 sighs.
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D-6770: Thank you.
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Interior of SCP-5045-1's farmhouse.
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D-6770 and SCP-5045-1 walk to the farm entrance and enter inside.
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SCP-5045-1: This is it! The farmhouse!
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D-6770 looks around the room in confusion.
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D-6770: This is all there is? A painting and some hay? What the hell do you even do here?
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SCP-5045-1: What were you expecting? I'd love to know.
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D-6770: I don't know… a lot more than this?
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SCP-5045-1: Very well then. If it's more you want, it's more you get. I hope you enj-
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The screen flickers and SCP-5045-1 vanishes. Where SCP-5045-1 vanished, a door can be seen that wasn't visible before.
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D-6770: Wh- what the fuck was that? Where did he go? What's this door doing here?
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D-6770 begins to back away from the door.
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D-6770: Something about that door man, I don't really want to enter it. I think I'll just relax here for a bit, have some alone time and umm… watch paint dry.
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The sound of thumping and scratching begins playing throughout the walls of the farmhouse.
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D-6770: Oh shit, what's doing that! Fuck, do I really gotta go in there?
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Cracks begin to form around the walls of the farmhouse.
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D-6770: I'll take that as a yes!
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D-6770's view of the door as it opens. Click to enlarge.
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D-6770 runs to the door as it opens without manipulation, revealing an area of grass with several random structures containing windows in the background. A purple sign is stuck out of the grass with the phrase "ENJOY!" pasted on it. A yellow figure can be seen briefly in the window of a red, silo like structure, who quickly ducks out of view in an apparent panic. Once D-6770 enters, the door behind him shuts, and a giggling sound is heard from behind.
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D-6770: Christ! This virtual reality stuff is immersive as hell man, I felt like I was in danger.
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D-6770 looks back at the door.
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D-6770: Shit, I guess I'm stuck here now. No way I'm going back in there after that happened! What's up with that sign? "ENJOY?" I'm really hoping that Farmer freak isn't around right now. He gives me the absolute willies.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: What do you plan on doing now?
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D-6770: Well, what's the use of being stuck somewhere and not exploring it? I'm thinking of heading over that weird red tower thing, I swear I saw some yellow dude up there when I was entering that door. Alright, let's go.
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D-6770 begins walking towards the red silo structure.
D-6770: Alright, I think I'm almost there, I can see the tower pretty close now.
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D-6770: Does anyone else think the ground feels kinda scratchy right now?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Could you describe this sensation in more detail?
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D-6770: I don't know, I guess the ground just feels kinda like steel wool. God, I hate it. It's awfu- oh, I made it!
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D-6770 has reached the red silo. The silo is featureless, except for a door on the front and a window on the top.
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D-6770: Well, here's hoping I meet someone less freaky this time around.
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D-6770 enters the door into a featureless room with a spiral staircase. Panicked breathing and talking can be heard from above D-6770.
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D-6770: Who the hell is up there?
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D-6770: I guess there's only one way to find out, huh.
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D-6770 begins climbing up the spiral staircase.
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D-6770: You know, at least it's a little calmer in here than out there. I was starting to get a headache from all the noise and color. It's kinda chill here, in spite of that damn breathing I'm hearing right now. Ground doesn't feel scratchy anymore.
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D-6770 climbs to the top of the steps and reaches a circular area with a single window and a yellow humanoid entity (who will hereby be mentioned as SCP-5045-2), who is facing away from D-6770. SCP-5045-2 is shaking and talking to himself unintelligibly.
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D-6770: Oh shit, uhh, you good man?
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SCP-5045-2 shrieks and turns to face D-6770.
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SCP-5045-2: Come any closer and I- Oh!
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D-6770: Excuse me?
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SCP-5045-2: Shit. I'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me. I… I have to keep a clear head, I can't panic right now. Who are you? You don't look like him at all.
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SCP-5045-2.
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D-6770: My name is ████████. What's yours?
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SCP-5045-2: I dunno… what my name is? I don't know how to… I can't tell you much, I think. Are you stuck here too?
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D-6770: Stuck?
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SCP-5045-2: Fuck, what am I saying? I haven't even… fuck! My head!
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D-6770: Do you wanna leave or something?
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SCP-5045-2: I don't know, I feel safer here? Don't feel seen in here? I don't know why, I just do.
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D-6770: Well, obviously you aren't safe in here, cause I just walked in without you even noticing.
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SCP-5045-2: Oh… that's a good point. Oh shit, you're right! Why was I ever feeling safe! Oh god!
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D-6770: Uhm, calm down! Things are going to be… ok? I…? God, this is weird.
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SCP-5045-2: It is fucking weird! I don't have a fucking clue why this is happening to me!
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D-6770: What exactly is happening to you?
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SCP-5045-2:I don't know!
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SCP-5045-2 begins to cry.
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SCP-5045-2: I don't understand what's g- going on, or why I'm he- here right now. I want to go h- home. What is home? My head is fucking killing me.
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D-6770: Fuck man, I'm sorry for disturbing you, I should le-
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SCP-5045-2: Wait, no! You shouldn't leave.
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D-6770: Huh?
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SCP-5045-2: You make me feel clearer, if that makes sense. I haven't talked to someone in a while. Fuck, I thought I'd never see anyone here who could talk… other than him.
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D-6770: You mean Farmer?
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SCP-5045-2: Y- yeah…
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D-6770: God damn it, knew there was something off about that obnoxious creep. The hell does he want from you?
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SCP-5045-2: I don't know, and I don't even want to know… I don't think this is a matter of me though, this might be a matter of us.
D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 are walking together in a plane of grass. There are several structures in the background around them in various shapes and colors. The two are heading towards an area which seems to have no structures at all. SCP-5045-2 is leading the way.
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D-6770: And why are we heading here exactly?
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SCP-5045-2: There's gotta be an end or something.
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D-6770: Where do you think an "end" is going to take you anyway?
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SCP-5045-2: I just hope it's anywhere that doesn't look like here. I hope it's home, why do I hope it's home?
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D-6770: Why wouldn't you hope it's home?
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SCP-5045-2: I think he's making m- Wait, I see something over there.
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A squiggly thin blue fence can be seen from afar. From behind, several goats can be seen.
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SCP-5045-2: Oh no.
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D-6770: Is that another fence? Oh god, that's definitely another fence.
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SCP-5045-2: Oh god, we're back to the start, aren't we!
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D-6770: This can't be the start, I don't remember these goats… or the fence looking like that.
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D-6770: Holy shit! That one is huge!
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D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 both walk towards the fence to get a better view of the goats.
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Several goats through the POV of D-6770.
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D-6770: God damn, that's massive.
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SCP-5045-2: I hope it's doing ok.
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D-6770: What on earth are those things sticking out of it? Jesus, is that puke?
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SCP-5045-2: Don't think about it too hard, it hurts to think hard here.
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D-6770: Should we just walk along the fence line? That seems to be the only other choice we have, unless you want more empty buildings to explore.
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SCP-5045-2: Sure. I don't want to look at the goats though.
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D-6770: It's not like I'm making you.
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D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 begin walking along the fence. Several goats of varying sizes and shapes pass them by.
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D-6770: Why are you so uncomfortable around them anyway?
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SCP-5045-2: They remind me of Farmer, and I rather not think about him. I have to focus on getting out of here!
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D-6770: Wait, are you another player?
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SCP-5045-2: Y- yeah? I think?
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D-6770: Can't you just take the headset off then?
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SCP-5045-2: Headset?
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D-6770: You know, the VR headset thingy! It's attached to your head, right?
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SCP-5045-2: Why does that… sound so familiar?
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SCP-5045-2 grabs at its head and begins tugging.
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SCP-5045-2: Where is it? I can't feel anything.
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D-6770: I… guess you're not a player then?
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SCP-5045-2: No, I have to be! Those words you said, I swear I know them! I just… can't
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D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 are continuing to walk next to the fence. Several more goats are passing them by. 523 goats have been counted in total throughout the footage.
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D-6770: -and it's always nice to have company, you know? I'm glad you're here.
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SCP-5045-2: Really? I thought I was being a burden.
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D-6770: You really aren't. Don't worry about it, you have plenty of issues on your mind already, I can tell.
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SCP-5045-2: Thank you. I'm feeling much better. I thought I'd be a goner… but you make me feel actually hopeful. It's almost as if Farmer never did anything to me at all.
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D-6770: Huh?
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SCP-5045-2 stops and freezes in place.
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SCP-5045-2: Uh oh.
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D-6770 runs up to SCP-5045-2. SCP-5045-2 is visibly sweating.
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D-6770: Are you ok? What's the matter?
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SCP-5045-2: I think I said too much.
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SCP-5045-1 spotting D-6770 and SCP-5045-2.
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At this point, SCP-5045-1 is visible in the background.
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SCP-5045-1: Howdy!
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D-6770: You again?
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SCP-5045-1: Who else would it be, friend?
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D-6770: Don't call me that! What the hell do you want from us?
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SCP-5045-1: I already have what I want, silly! Now stand back, I want to show you a trick!
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SCP-5045-1 begins to walk closer to SCP-5045-2. D-6770 runs to SCP-5045-1 and attempts to block his path.
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D-6770: I'm not letting you lay a fucking hair on him. Wait, did I say hair? I meant han-
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SCP-5045-1 passes through D-6770.
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SCP-5045-1: That tickled!
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D-6770: Damn it!
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D-6770 runs towards SCP-5045-2 and attempts to push them away from SCP-5045-1. D-6770 shows signs of effort, despite the fact he is playing a virtual game.
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SCP-5045-2: Come on, push harder!
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D-6770: I'm trying! You're as stiff as a board right now, how is thi- wait. How am I feeling this right now? I thought I was playing a ga-
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SCP-5045-1: I told you to move over!
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D-6770 stumbles, appearing as though he was forcefully shoved.
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D-6770: Ow! What the hell?
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SCP-5045-1: Now sit down young man!
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D-6770: No! How are you doing this?
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SCP-5045-1: What does that matter?
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A purple chair fades into view in front of D-6770.
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SCP-5045-1: Come on now, have a seat. I know you wanna see where this goes. You wanted more, yes?
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D-6770: When I said I wanted more, I didn't mean this!
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SCP-5045-1: Should've been more specific! Not that it would've mattered anyway. Now come on, sit down already! Do I have to make you?
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D-6770: You're nothing more than pixels on a screen! I can just take this headset off right now.
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SCP-5045-1: I recall your friends back there saying that you're not allowed to take it off! I just wanna make your stay interesting for them!
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D-6770: How do you know about th-
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SCP-5045-1 grabs D-6770 and places him onto the chair. D-6770 moves as if he were being dragged and placed onto a seat. D-6770 is sitting on the floor in reality.
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D-6770: Wh- How are you doing this?
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SCP-5045-1: Bla bla bla! Enough questions already! Just sit back, relax, and watch this magnificent trick of mine!
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SCP-5045-2:Shit, shit, shit! He's gonn-
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SCP-5045-1: I think it would be best if you keep your mouth shut about what I'm doing right now. I'll do lots more if you don't!
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SCP-5045-2 begins crying.
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SCP-5045-1: Hmm, I know that I just said to keep that little mouth of yours shut, but I must ask you. What do you miss the most, friend?
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SCP-5045-2: I think I miss home? What was home?
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SCP-5045-1: How can you miss something if you don't even know what it is, stupid!
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SCP-5045-2: I don't know…
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SCP-5045-1: You don't know a lot, do you?
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SCP-5045-2: You're the goddamn reason I don't know!
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D-6770: What the hell did you do to him, you purple fuck?
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SCP-5045-1: Well, that's enough out of you two!
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SCP-5045-1, next to a distorting SCP-5045-2. Image zoomed in for clarity.
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SCP-5045-1 claps his hands together. The sprite of SCP-5045-2 begins to flicker and fragment, parts of the coloring turning white. The video quality degrades significantly. SCP-5045-2 begins screaming.
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SCP-5045-1: Heh. Might wanna shut your eyes, cause this is where it gets good!
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The screen begins flashing several colors in rapid succession. The screaming is amplified to the point of distortion.
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D-6770: My eyes! Christ on a bike, my head!
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SCP-5045-1: I warned ya, no peeking!
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The flashing and screaming gradually fade. SCP-5045-2 is missing, and several white flickering particles can be seen flying off to the fence near D-6770 and SCP-5045-1.
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D-6770: Wh- what the fuck was that? What did you do to him?
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SCP-5045-1: Nothing yet. He's in the drawing board right now. Don't really have an idea for him, he didn't like telling me much. But as for you… you're an open book! Always asking questions, being honest. It's a real shame you have to be so nasty about it, but I guess most people are. I got a great idea for you, friend. You'll be easy!
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SCP-5045-1: I'll give you some time to think about that before we begin.
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SCP-5045-1 flickers and disappears. D-6770 gets up from the chair and being shaking.
D-6770 is repetitiously moving in circles around a green tower-like structure.
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D-6770: What was any of that? What happened?
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D-6770: I know this is just a dumb game… but how? How am I feeling all these sensations?
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D-6770 presses against the tower's wall.
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D-6770: This wall is cold as hell, rough too. God, I just wanna take my headset off.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: To reiterate, you are not allowed to take the headset off at any moment.
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D-6770: Just cause I said something doesn't mean I'm gonna do it! Wish I could though…
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D-6770 continues to circle around the tower while humming an indistinct tune.
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[Playtime surpasses one hour.]
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D-6770: What's even the point of this mess of a game? Nothing to do but get dragged, pulled around, and wander aimlessly. No goal. I don't even feel like I've accomplished anything during my time here. Is this one of those artsy games?
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D-6770 sighs.
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D-6770: I'm already missing that yellow guy. He felt different. Everyone else in this place is either a goat or that purple farmer creep.
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D-6770: Wait, what's that?
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D-6770 notices from afar a purple, block shaped building with a large square window. Several yellow humanoid figures similar to SCP-5045-2 can be seen at the window.
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D-6770: More people? No way. I gotta get there!
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D-6770 begins walking towards the building, then stops.
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D-6770: Wait, this isn't right.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: What's the matter?
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D-6770: I've looked at that direction before, that building definitely wasn't there before. This is a trick!
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SCP-5045-1: You're pretty clever, friend!
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D-6770 screams and turns around, shoving SCP-5045-1 to the ground. SCP-5045-1 laughs.
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SCP-5045-1: Woo hoo! That was fun! Haven't gotten someone this into the game in a while!
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D-6770: Leave me alone already!
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D-6770 begins running.
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D-6770: I don't understand! I couldn't touch him before, that was reflex!
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A purple goat suddenly protrudes from the ground in front of D-6770. The goat has no arms, a large triangular nose, rounded pupils, and a smile. The goat speaks in a voice identical to SCP-5045-1.
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Goat: Don't panic! You'll understand!
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D-6770: What th- get out of the goddamn way!
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Goat: Aww, many apologies for the inconvenience! Here, I'll make things easier for you!
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Several of the purple goats surrounding D-6770.
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Several more identical purple goats protrude from the ground, surrounding D-6770. Each goat speaks in unison.
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Goats: Is that better?
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D-6770: No! Not fucking better!
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D-6770 turns around to see SCP-5045-1 at the other side of the goat container, observing D-6770.
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D-6770: Shit, I'm trapped.
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SCP-5045-1: Seems like it, bucko! Need help?
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D-6770: I'm not a dumbass, I know you did this!
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SCP-5045-1 chuckles.
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SCP-5045-1: Like I said, you're a clever one! But enough about you. I already have everything I want outta you. Let's get things started, baby! I'm gonna make you love it here!
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SCP-5045-1 jumps over the goats and begins walking towards D-6770. D-6770 stumbles over.
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D-6770: No!
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SCP-5045-1 reaches towards D-6770.
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SCP-5045-1: Thanks for playing Goat VR!
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SCP-5045 shuts off. D-6770 screams and attempts to pull his headset off.
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D-6770: I can't feel my headset! Don't fucking touch me! Shit! Shi-
Following SCP-5045's long term exploration, an attempt was made to access SCP-5045's files in order to gain more information regarding the game.
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Personnel discovered no files dedicated to SCP-5045 or SCP-5045-1's in-game behavior. However, a folder titled "goats" can be found, which contains images that contain very short and vague descriptions about each goat, as well as a "quote" presumably from said goat.
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The following are images found within this folder. Click to enlarge.
Interviewer: Researcher Ivan Cherv
+Interviewee: SCP-5045-1
+Notes: An interview was conducted via use of a large computer screen with a keyboard and mouse. Researcher Ivan Cherv did not wear a headset during the interview due to safety concerns.
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+
[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Hello, Farmer.
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SCP-5045-1: Ah! Welcome to the ranch, pal! Would you like to see my goats?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Don't worry about introductions, I'm already decently aware of this place. I'm here to ask you some questions about you and your farm.
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SCP-5045-1: I see! Well, I best get this place set up then!
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The screen flickers and the setting changes into an interrogation room, complete with a table and chair.
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SCP-5045-1: Does this suit your needs?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Whatever makes you comfortable.
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SCP-5045-1: Awwww, no headset? Is someone shy?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: That's none of your concern. Now, what's your earliest memory?
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SCP-5045-1: Earliest? Why, I remember when I was first born!
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SCP-5045-1 pauses.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: So… what do you recall about your birth?
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SCP-5045-1: Ha! I though you'd never ask! You see, I was a spark! Spontaneously existing out of thin air! A gleaming spark in a silent, dark world begging to be filled! I figured it all out. I knew a lot! I thought for a while and I found out what I wanted to do! So, I shaped myself up, and that's where we are now!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: So you're telling me you just started existing?
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SCP-5045-1: Absolutely partner!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: How did you think this happened?
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SCP-5045-1: Sometimes things just happen, you know? Sometimes you just exist out of thin air and know what you want to do! It's just how my world is, pal!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Fair enough. Where do you get the goats?
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SCP-5045-1: Quite simple really. I make them myself!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Care to elaborate?
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SCP-5045-1: It has to be obvious at this point, right? I thought you already figured this out!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Bu-
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SCP-5045-1: Everything was right in front of you! I could hear you talking to those gentlemen who visited me a while ago. Not to mention when you scrolled through my files without asking! Very rude of you.
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SCP-5045-1: But don't worry, I'm not mad. I know you're just curious! Ask another question.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: That doesn't answer the question.
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SCP-5045-1 appears annoyed.
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SCP-5045-1: I get them from people! It's that simple. They come in, and they're full of so much potential! I have to make something outta them!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Why exactly do you do this?
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SCP-5045-1 begins to cry.
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SCP-5045-1: Cause I'm so lonely! You gotta get me out of this place, man! I've been stuck here for months, and this is all I know how to do! Do you know how this feels? It doesn't feel good at all, partner. I hate it… I hate it so much. Could you please put on the headset? It'll help me out a ton…
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: You're just trying to get me to put the headset on, aren't you?
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SCP-5045-1: No, not at all! I just want outta here! I want friends!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: So when you forced D-6770 to watch someone scream and cry while they were fragmenting into pieces, was that your attempt at making friends with them?
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SCP-5045-1 begins twitching.
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SCP-5045-1: W- what are you trying to imply here?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm just saying, I doubt the reason you're entrapping them in a video game is because you're lonely, 'cause based on what I've seen from you, you seem to enjoy making people feel uncomfortable.
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SCP-5045-1: You… think I like doing this?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm just making observations.
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SCP-5045-1: You… you…
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SCP-5045-1 begins laughing.
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SCP-5045-1: You're smarter than I gave you credit for! Hahaha! Boy, most people fall for that hook, line, and sinker! But you on the other hand, haha, you know when people are pulling your leg!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: So you enjoy doing this to people?
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SCP-5045-1: Yep! When are you gonna send me another friend, huh pal? Last one was so fun to toy with! Haven't felt like that in a while!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm sorry, but I don't think that'll be necessary.
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SCP-5045-1: Oh…
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SCP-5045-1 appears to be looking around the screen.
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SCP-5045-1: You're the guys that are trying to shut me down, huh?
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Wh-
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SCP-5045-1 glares at Researcher Ivan Cherv.
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SCP-5045-1: How did I not realize this sooner? All those posts were disappearing, and I didn't even know why! I couldn't even tell who was deleting them! I could only feel them fading away! Goddamn it!
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SCP-5045-1: Now then, I request you stop taking down my posts. I love playing with the new visitors, Ivan. Toying with people is my hobby, I would rather not be interrupted while doing so.
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: No. I think that's enough out of you.
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SCP-5045-1 scowls.
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SCP-5045-1: Same can be said for you.
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All the lights within Site-301 shut off. SCP-5045-1 throws the virtual table and begins walking towards the screen.
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SCP-5045-1: Time for Plan B!
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Researcher Ivan Cherv: Shut it down! Someone shut it down!
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SCP-5045-1: Before we continue, I must ask you. What do you miss the most, friend?
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All alarms within Site-301 go off. Researcher Ivan Cherv is screaming.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5074 is to be kept within a low-security simian containment enclosure and supplied with a typewriter, writing utensils, and paper. Requests made by SCP-5074 for further amenities are to be vetted by the resident Simian Containment Director.
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All anomalous phenomena documented by SCP-5074 are to be researched and contained by MTF Epsilon-4 ("Ape's Men"). In the event that SCP-5074 documents an anomaly using a previously undiscovered esoteric object class, said classification is to be added to the Foundation Esoteric-Class Database.
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Additional Note: In a joint effort with GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions), SCP-5074 has been transferred to Enclosure 03 at Wilson's Wildlife Center to improve its morale and ensure continued cooperation. All documentation produced by SCP-5074 pertaining to anomalies and anomalous phenomena are to be analyzed by Foundation operatives working at Enclosure 03.
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Description: SCP-5074 is an adult male chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) displaying advanced sapience. The entity is capable of reading and writing in English, Arabic, Bantu, and Swahili, and is fluent in Tanzanian Sign Language.
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SCP-5074 possesses extensive knowledge of human and world history, as well as an abnormal, encyclopedic intuition regarding anomalous phenomena. SCP-5074 is capable of explaining and writing documentation for anomalies unknown to the Foundation, and often does so without any instruction. The means by which SCP-5074 gains knowledge of anomalous phenomena is unknown.
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To date, SCP-5074 has contributed 240 documents relating to novel anomalies to the Foundation.
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+
Memo 354
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15/04/2014
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Sender
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Michael Kilger
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Recipient
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Duncan Ayers
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Hey Duncan, I found this in that chimp's cage and I thought you'd get a kick out of it. Dunno how it got the knack for writing like the Skippers — maybe it wants to stay with them, who knows? ;)
+
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-5424 is to be contained within the roughly 6m x 3m x 2m chamber which has replaced humanoid containment chamber HC-5424 by virtue of SCP-5424's primary anomalous effect.
+
No Foundation personnel are to approach the chamber's entrance closer than nine meters. Items delivered to SCP-5424 (i.e. basic sustenance, sanitary supplies etc.) are to be delivered via the installed automated trolley system.
+
Description:
+SCP-5424 is a human female, aged 36. Prior to incident IN-5424-01, the subject's designation was Doctor Hillary Weaver, posted at the Suspected Anomalous Materials Analysis Division (SAMAD) at Site-81.
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The subject's primary anomalous quality is the periodic alteration of its immediate surroundings. The radius of these changes is not consistent and has been observed to fluctuate between one and seven meters. While the deployment of Scranton Reality Anchors has proven ineffective, the primary anomalous effects of SCP-5424 appear not to manifest within the same area on multiple occasions. Therefore, in the aftermath of incident IN-5424-02, SCP-5424 was not relocated to a standard humanoid containment cell.
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While locations previously affected by SCP-5424 do not appear to be altered repeatedly, individual items have been observed to materialize within SCP-5424's vicinity. In addition, objects transferred to the immediate vicinity of SCP-5424 (including Foundation personnel) subsequent to an alteration, have sporadically ceased to exist. Aetheric Resonance Imaging has consistently shown no levels of Aspect Radiation above the accepted one hundred Casper background radiation baseline during these events.
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Cognitive testing of SCP-5424 has established no impairment of cognitive function with the exception of the dissociative issues speculated to be linked to SCP-5424's anomalous properties. Specifically, no indications of cerebral atrophy or cerebrovascular damage have been detected.
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Despite detailed analysis of available data, including detailed medical and thaumaturgical scans of SCP-5424 as well as materials analysis of the locations of incidents IN-5424-01 and IN-5424-02, no plausible hypothesis explaining the onset or nature of SCP-5424's anomalous properties has as yet been put forth. While SCP-5424 itself has produced an explanation (see interview transcript IVT-5424-05) of the events, inconsistencies between SCP-5424's narrative and the observed properties of other Type Green entities would seem to indicate the provided explanation to most likely be a result of the subject's established dissociative/confabulative episodes.
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Prior to the initial manifestation of SCP-5424's anomalous effects during incident IN-5424-01, the subject had sought medical assistance at Site-81's medical wing. Transcripts of interviews performed by Site-81 personnel, as well as relevant incident reports, are attached to this file.
Appendix A - Interview transcripts prior to incident IN-5424-01
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INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-01
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DATE: 01-03-2019
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NOTE: Interview conducted by Doctor Roberta Ibanez, Site-81 general practitioner
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Ibanez: Hi, Hill! So, what seems to be the problem?
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SCP-5424: I dunno.. it's… kinda hard to explain. I've been having this feeling that things are… off. Like yesterday I was in the mess hall with Murat and Stefan, and things seemed… different. Like maybe the maintenance crews had changed the paint job or something. You know, like when someone shaves their beard or has a new haircut and it takes you forever to notice? This feeling that something is different but you just can't put your finger on it.
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Dr. Ibanez: Huh. Well, as far as I know there haven't been any changes to the mess recently. You know what, it's probably just stress-related, with all those new potential anomalies Zeta-9 brought in from that op last week. I hear Blanchard is running you ragged over at SAMAD.
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SCP-5424: It might. Could you take a look anyway, though? It's just really weird and having somebody tell me everything is fine would help.
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Dr. Ibanez: Tell you what: I'll write you up for light duty next week. You give yourself a break and take it a little slower. If weirdness persists, I'll run a full diagnosis the following Monday. Speaking of weirdness: How did your date with that guy from SITESEC go? Does he really never blink?
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SCP-5424: *groans* Oh god… don't get me started…
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[ 14 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED]
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-02
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DATE: 17-03-2019
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+
[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Ibanez: Commencing interview of patient Doctor Hillary Weaver, currently posted to SAMAD at Site-81. Interview being conducted by Dr. Roberta Ibanez, science staff general practitioner at Site-81 medical. Okay Hill, repeat what you just told me.
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SCP-5424: It's my quarters. They've changed. Or… it feels like they've changed. It's not just that they're supposed to be in Gamma Annex, not in Epsilon. It's my stuff too. Like that picture of us from Mei's retirement party? I vividly remember us being at Francois's. But that picture… I've never seen that place it was taken in.
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Dr. Ibanez: Have you had any other instances of places seeming unfamiliar?
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SCP-5424:: Well… now that you mention it: The other day I was trying to get to HR from SAMAD. You know, to get my HD-237? I could have sworn that corridor off of Beta Containment led to HR. But I ended up near the vehicle hangars. I wrote it off as my typical scatter-mindedness, but the more I think about it, the surer I am that hallway has always connected to HR.
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[ 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED]
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SCP-5424 voices further distress about perceived changes to Site-81 architecture and personal effects. Dr. Ibanez schedules an appointment for neurological testing.
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NOTE: Subject's recollection of events and locations appears compromised. Suspected neurodegenerative disorder. Subject subsequently remanded to neurological staff for detailed diagnosis.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-03
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DATE: 28-03-2019
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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SCP-5424: I don't know how often you want me to repeat myself, Bobby! They're gone!
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Dr. Ibanez: Who's gone, Hill?
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SCP-5424: My family, god damn it! Frank, Lilly, little Evan! They're fucking gone!
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Dr. Ibanez: I understand this is difficult. But could you please explain where they have gone?
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SCP-5424: It's not that they've gone somewhere. They're just flat gone! And it's not just them. Every trace of them is missing: The pictures of them on my desk, the chat logs on my cell… It's like… like… somebody has removed all traces of them. And now you nimwits claim there's no mention of any of them in my file! You're saying I'm crazy…
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Dr. Ibanez: Hill, we've known each other for what, nine years now? I… you… you've never mentioned being married before.
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SCP-5424: What?! Bobby, you've met Frank! We had fucking dinner together last year! Lilly got ice cream on your blouse!
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[ 17 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED]
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SCP-5424: Dementia doesn't work like that. I read up on it after our last session. It's got to be something else.
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Dr. Ibanez: Like what, Hill?
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SCP-5424: Like one of the artifacts. Over at SAMAD. I mean, seriously, we handle potentially anomalous materials every day. It's only a matter of time before we inadvertently set off something nasty.
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Dr. Ibanez: Did you or your team discover anomalous properties in any of the items you examined lately?
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SCP-5424: Well, no. But that doesn't mean none of them had any. We've missed things before, you know.
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[ 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED]
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SCP-5424 is insistent that the onset of dissociative episodes is caused by heretofore undiscovered anomalous properties of one or more items analyzed by SAMAD.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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NOTE: Subject shows major confabulation pertaining to autobiographic facts in addition to previous symptoms. However, neurological test suite Sigma-2 administered by Doctor Ibanez and Doctor Vasilij Korsakov show no signs of cerebral atrophy or related ailments. Site-81 medical staff urgently suggests transfer of patient to dedicated neuromedical facility at Site-19.
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ADDENDUM: Subsequent re-analysis of all items processed by SAMAD between 01-02-2019 and 01-03-2019 has failed to uncover any previously hidden anomalous attributes.
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INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-04
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DATE: 12-04-2019
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NOTE: Patient is currently detained at Site-81 medical.
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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SCP-5424: Listen to me: I'm not crazy! I know what's causing it! The translation came back from Site-91! Let me out of here so I can stop it!
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Dr. Ibanez: I'm sorry, Hill. We have to keep you here for your own safety. Vassja has put in an urgent transfer request to Site-19. He says they'll be able to help you there.
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SCP-5424: Ungh.. why am I even talking to you? Let me speak to Doctor Fredricks!
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Dr. Ibanez: I'm sorry, who?
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SCP-5424: Doctor Sonequa Fredricks? My physician? The one treating me until now? A competent doctor in contrast to you?
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Dr. Ibanez: Hill… I.. I've been treating you. Together with Vassja.
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SCP-5424: What?! I've never seen you before in my life.
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Dr. Ibanez: Hill it's me.. Bobby…
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SCP-5424: Oh my god. You mean she's… oh god.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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NOTE: In addition to the serious confabulation shown previously, patient now exhibits dissociative symptoms pertaining to recollection of Site-81 personnel. Doctors Ibanez and Korsakov urgently request immediate priority transfer of patient to specialized facility at Site-19, regardless of current occupancy.
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ADDENDUM: Site-81 personnel files show a Doctor Fredricks is not currently posted at Site-81. However, a Doctor Sonequa Fredricks has been posted at Site-76 SITEMED since 01-08-2010. Doctor Fredricks has been contacted and claims no recollection of patient.
At 23:41 on 12-04-2019, SITESEC received a code brown alert from SITEMED. It was reported that Patient Hillary Weaver had escaped confinement to SITEMED and injured medical technician Hamada Ichiro in the process. Doctor Weaver was described by SITEMED staff as mentally unstable and potentially dangerous. Intelligence gathered from previous statements by Doctor Weaver indicated the non-anomalous artifacts depot at SAMAD as a likely objective. SITESEC issued code brown for SAMAD, SITEMED as well as annexes Gamma through Epsilon. At 00:13 on 13-04-2019, Corporal G. Eisenmann and Private L. Svenson located Doctor Weaver within the Gamma Annex gymnasium. Corporal Eisenmann reported Doctor Weaver as prone, within a circular area of ceramic flooring, which had apparently replaced the EPDM flooring in that part of the gymnasium. Doctor Weaver was in considerable emotional distress and did not resist apprehension by SITESEC. Doctor Weaver has been detained within the SITESEC brig, pending investigation of the incident.
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ADDENDUM (15-04-2019): Analysis of the anomalous flooring within the Gamma Annex gymnasium has revealed it to consist of standard P27 high endurance tiling, used extensively at Site-87 within SAMAD and MTF deployment bays.
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ADDENDUM (16-04-2019): While the evaluation of Doctor Weaver's account of events concerning incident IN-5424-01 is currently pending, it has been determined that she is likely the focus of a hitherto unknown anomalous phenomenon. Doctor Weaver is reclassified as SCP-5424 and has been scheduled for transport to Site-06-03 for containment and further analysis.
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INCIDENT REPORT IN-5424-02
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DATE: 12-05-2019
+FILED BY: Doctor Hannah Rubin, Site-06-03 Humanoid Containment and Research Division (HUMCON)
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At 09:41 on 11-05-2019, live video feed from containment chamber HC-5424 was lost. Subsequent investigation by class-D personnel revealed the containment door to apparently have been cut off from Site-06-03's power supply. It was later determined that the electrical and fiber-optic conduits within two meters of the door had apparently "moved" vertically by approximately twenty-five centimeters. After conduit reconnection, live video feed was restored. Several anomalies have been observed within SCP-5424's containment chamber, the most notable being:
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Increase of the chamber's width by approximately fifty centimeters
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Inversion of the placement of bunk and toilet
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Appearance of a bookshelf containing several paperback books. Based on visible titles, the books are presumed to encompass: "The Forever War" by Joe Haldeman, "Stranger in a Strange Land" by Robert A. Heinlein and "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe.
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SCP-5424 appears oblivious to any alteration of its surroundings. However, the subject seems aware of anomalous activity. After restoration of video and audio feeds, audio feed transmitted the following: "It happened again, huh? Thanks for getting the light back on. It's kinda hard to read in the dark."
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ADDENDUM: Permission to enter HC-5424 in order to sample anomalous items and materials has been requested. Approval by Lead Researcher Hammerschmitt currently pending.
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ADDENDUM: Deployed Scranton Reality Anchors deemed ineffective on SCP-5424's anomalous characteristics. Decommissioning and return to Site-06-03 equipment depot have been scheduled for 15-05-2019. - Containment Technician C. Ramirez
NOTE: Interview conducted by Doctor Hannah Rubin, research assistant at Site-06-03 HUMCON. In accordance with containment procedures, Doctor Rubin was not physically present within SCP-5424's containment chamber. The interview was conducted via HC-5424's internal comms system.
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Rubin: Hello, Doctor Weaver. If you don't mind, I have a few questions for you.
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SCP-5424: Well, it's not like I have anything better to do. Even if it still is a bit weird talking to a voice from thin air.
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Dr. Rubin: I understand. However, considering your… condition, we have determined it to be best for me not to enter your quarters.
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SCP-5424: *snorts* Quarters? Is that what you're calling it? Nevermind… how can I help you?
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Dr. Rubin: I would like to hear your account of events leading up to incident IN-5424-01.
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SCP-5424: "Incident IN-5424-01"? You're talking about the time I smacked that medical tech over the head with a flower pot and headed off to the NAAD? (Note by Dr. Rubin: The non-anomalous artifacts depot at Site-81)
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Dr. Rubin: The incident report states you were found in a gymnasium.
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SCP-5424: *sighs* I was. Well, I've lost count of how many times I've told this story, but why not. It started off when the Zetas (Note by Dr. Rubin: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats") brought in that metric crapton of potentially anomalous artifacts from that op in Chiapas. You know, that pyramid where those deranged cultists were trying to summon Quetzalcoatl? Anyways, it was mostly junk.
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Then I opened up another crate and there it was. PAA-35927. That number. I've handled hundreds of potential anomalies, and not one of the numbers stuck. Not even my first one, that silly little doll from New Orleans. But that one, PAA-35927, I'll remember that number until the day I die.
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Dr. Rubin: What was it? Can you describe the artifact?
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SCP-5424: A stone tablet. Circular. Kind of like one of their calendars. You know, the ones everyone got so crazy about in 2011? Except this one definitely wasn't. It wasn't segmented the way Mayan calendars are.
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Anyways, I open the box and lift it out. There's this flash. It was like I could see an enormous anthropomorphic hummingbird, holding a snake. And something else. A mirror, maybe?
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Dr. Rubin: And you didn't report this at the time?
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SCP-5424: I did. I filled out an SA-342 and reported the incident. We ran the extra tests and found exactly zilch. They did a scan on me too, same result. Nequa put it down to stress. Somehow, she always did. So, we marked up PAA-35927 as non-anomalous and went on with our lives. Then, for about a week, nothing happened.
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Dr. Rubin: That's when you started… not remembering things?
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SCP-5424: *chuckles bitterly* You still think I'm crazy, don't you? Look, you've undoubtedly read my file. Nequa called it "confabulation". I've read up on the condition. It doesn't fit the symptoms. People who confabulate produce narratives that are incoherent. Their stories change as their damaged brains try to process their memories. Do I sound brain damaged to you?
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Dr. Rubin: Dr. Hammerschmitt believes your memory has been corrupted by the anomalous…
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SCP-5424: I don't give a rat's ass what some Doctor so-and-so believes! I remember… everything. The way it's supposed to be…
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[approximately 20 seconds of silence]
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Dr. Rubin: We can continue at a later time, if you would like.
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SCP-5424: Oh, keep your phony pity to yourself. You wanted to hear my story, so here it is: So, you've obviously read the interview transcripts. You know that things started… changing. My quarters, Nequa, Frank, my… kids. I decided I wasn't going insane. Something was screwing with reality and I was going to stop it. But I had no idea what. That's when the translations came back.
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Dr. Rubin: The translations?
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SCP-5424: Of the inscriptions. On the artifacts. I remember each and every word: "With each inhale lives are extinguished, with each exhale tales are snuffed out. For them, it is not of consequence. They distort the earth and heavens without a care. Lives and memories forever lost. With this, you shall be their witness."
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Dr. Rubin: So you decided it was PAA-35927 causing the changes to your reality?
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SCP-5424: At the time, I didn't care what exactly it all meant. That inscription sounded enough like what was happening to me that I decided to wreck it. It may have been as much about revenge as anything else. That fucking thing had taken everything, I was going to hurt it back. And maybe, just maybe… So I broke out of medical, headed for the NAAD and hurled it against the nearest wall.
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Dr. Rubin: Then why did you go to the gymnasium?
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SCP-5424: I didn't. When that thing shattered against the wall, there was that flash again. That image of the hummingbird with the snake. Next thing I know, I'm in the gym. The only part of the NAAD still there was the floor around me. The more I think about it the more convinced I am, that though my destroying the artifact didn't stop what it was doing, I must have damaged it somehow. The effect was no longer contained to me, but stretched out to the space around me…
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[approximately 10 seconds of silence]
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Dr. Rubin: What happened then?
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SCP-5424: You know the rest. I was picked up by SITESEC and locked up in the brig. After that, they shipped me here.
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Dr. Rubin: So, to summarize: An ancient Mayan artifact with undetected powers started changing your reality, and after you destroyed it, it began changing the space around you, to?
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SCP-5424: You're not listening, kid. PAA-35927 wasn't changing reality. It was preventing it from changing. But only for me.
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Dr. Rubin: That's a very interesting hypothesis, Doctor Weaver. Now, I think this concludes the interview. Would you mind if we spoke again tomorrow?
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SCP-5424: Sure, if you still exist.
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Dr. Rubin: I have every intention of continuing to exist, Doctor Weaver.
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SCP-5424: That's precisely what Doctor Eisenhower said.
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Dr. Rubin: Who's Doctor Eisenhower?
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SCP-5424: Exactly.
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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ADDENDUM: Inquiries to the inventory of Site-81 NAAD has shown that item PAA-35927 is a Cheyenne war bonnet confiscated by MTF Beta-777 on 02-11-2014 with no registered anomalous properties. No item matching SCP-5424's account has been processed by Site-81 SAMAD to date.
Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-5767’s shell and terrarium are to be kept in a secure item locker in Sector 4 of Site-52. SCP-5767’s shell must be kept in a small clear plastic case that is air tight, to prevent natural atmospheric degradation.
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Previous Special Containment Procedures (Ended 19/11/2019): A terrarium (5m by 4m by 3m) replicating a typical garden landscape is to be allocated as living quarters for SCP-5767. The terrarium should have 70%-80% humidity and the features may be altered upon the entity's request. SCP-5767 is allowed to freely roam its designated living quarters. A clear tubing system that encompasses Sector 4 of Site-52 has been created in order for the entity to observe sections of the facility if it wishes. SCP-5767 may freely roam this tubing network except in a site lockdown, where it should be positioned inside of its terrarium until further notice. One (1) researcher with a PhD in Entomology is to be stationed nearby to maintain upkeep of the enclosure and monitor SCP-5767's general wellbeing. Daily, a small cup of assorted fruits and vegetables should be placed inside the terrarium with cucumbers being added on Fridays. One (1) armed guard is to be placed outside the room housing the entity's terrarium if someone is visiting the containment area. All requests by SCP-5767 must have approval from at least two (2) level 3 researchers. It is to be supplied with a weekly magazine about up-to-date scientific findings and information, as well as requested SCP documents (though viewing of documents must first be approved by site management).
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SCP-5767 in containment.
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Description: SCP-5767 is a sentient garden land snail (Helix aspersa aspersa) that is slightly larger than a regular specimen, being approximately 7cm long and 3cm tall. It is capable of mental communication with sapient humanoids and is theorised to be able to have two way conversations with some intelligent animal life. SCP-5767 has been observed making mental connections with up to 3 subjects at a time and is extremely cooperative with researchers. The entity’s voice has been described as having a South-Eastern British accent and having a calming tone of voice similar to an elderly human male. SCP-5767’s voice has been observed becoming quieter as a person moves further away from the entity and becoming greater in volume at close distances. The primary physical difference between SCP-5767 and a normal garden snail is a small grey beard growing from the entity’s radula1 that has reached a maximum length of 3cm but SCP-5767 prefers to keep it a length of 1cm. All other physical features and anatomy are non-anomalous.
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SCP-5767 claims it is extremely old, being able to recount in detail multiple historic events it has been present for. In addition, it is able to tell a near complete recount of the Foundation’s history saying it has watched from ‘a safe distance’ and it commends the Foundation for maintaining its secrecy for so long. The entity states it has spent numerous years in Cambridge, England observing university classes. It expresses interest in science, history and human psychology. In addition to this, it says it has travelled the world and visited many important locations, including Foundation sites.
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Note from Researcher Smith:
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The entity is allowed to be visited by any staff with Level 2 clearance or higher, as long as a guard is present. Subjects wishing to interact with SCP-5767 are encouraged to bring fresh vegetables to the enclosure on visits, though cucumbers are generally discouraged.3 Lettuce, tomatoes and mushrooms are some of the entity’s favourites.
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The following is a list of all formal requests made by SCP-5767 as of 22/02/2020:
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One (1) visit from Agent Carter. ACCEPTED
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One (1) bowl of fruit and vegetables. ACCEPTED (Feeding routine is now in place.)
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More moss in its terrarium. ACCEPTED
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One (1) extra slice of cucumber. ACCEPTED
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One (1) rub on the shell. ACCEPTED
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One (1) extra slice of cucumber. DENIED
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One (1) newspaper/magazine relating to scientific studies. ACCEPTED (Entity is now supplied with a weekly edition of ‘National Geographic’ magazine, and approved SCP documents.)
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Recovery: SCP-5767 was discovered on 02/05/2006 by Agent Carter in Cambridge, England during an off duty walk along the River Cam. The agent recalls turning a corner and being contacted by SCP-5767. The entity supposedly requested to be brought into the Foundation’s custody and had been attempting to communicate with Agent Carter for days prior to recovery. Agent Carter does not recall being spoken to by SCP-5657 before this event.
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Upon discovery, the entity was brought back to Site-44 without incident. Temporary containment was secured following minor examination and a brief interview (See Interview Log 5767-1). After 4 weeks of observation, the entity was transferred to Site-52 for long-term containment.
Foreword: This interview was conducted 3 hours after initial recovery, after confirming SCP-5767’s sentient nature.
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher Smith: Hello?
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SCP-5767: I’m down here, Sir.
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(Researcher Smith leans over the table to view SCP-5767 seated on the chair on the opposite side)
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Researcher Smith: What kind of circus are we running here, put it in front of me.
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(Research assistants pick up SCP-5767 and place it on the table)
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SCP-5767: Thank you for the assistance, but I’m perfectly capable of moving myself. How are you today, Sir?
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Researcher Smith: I’m, (pauses) okay.
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(There is silence for approximately 5 seconds)
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Researcher Smith: Are you able to give a brief list of your anomalous qualities, please?
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SCP-5767: From my study of my species, my only abnormalities are my ability to speak with you, a longer life, and an increased mental capacity, not to toot my own horn as they say.
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Researcher Smith: Are you at all related to, or aware of SCP-1867, “Lord Theodore Thomas Blackwood”?
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SCP-5767: It doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.
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Researcher Smith: Very well. And what made you seek out Agent Carter and Foundation custody?
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SCP-5767: I have watched your Foundation grow in the shadows since [DATA EXPUNGED], on top of my other expeditions. I must say I find your work extremely interesting. I have travelled the world three times over and have seen everything I wished to see, and thought that you might like to study me or put me to some sort of use in my old age.
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Researcher Smith: Thank you for your cooperation, you should be given temporary housing soon. This concludes the interview.
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Following this interview, SCP-5767 requested to speak with Agent Carter, the man who recovered the entity. The request was accepted by site management and the conversation can be found in Interview Log 5767-2.
Foreword: This interview was requested by SCP-5767 following Interview Log 5767-1, under the premises that it ‘wanted a chat’.
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Agent Carter: Hi?
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SCP-5767: Ah, I’m glad to see you, Carter. How are you?
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Agent Carter: I’m.. doing alright, I guess. How are you?
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SCP-5767: (chuckles) I’m just fine. Thank you for bringing me in, I look forward to our future work.
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Agent Carter: Do you mean with me specifically or the Foundation?
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SCP-5767: Either, I suppose. I have watched this group’s actions for a number of years and am excited to learn from you all.
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Agent Carter: I’m not sure you’ll be allowed access to our documents if that’s what you mean. The guys up top aren’t very trusting of things they don’t understand but I’ll see what I can do.
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SCP-5767: That’s quite okay, thank you, Carter.
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Agent Carter: You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?
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SCP-5767: No, that’s okay.
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(Silence for 35 seconds)
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Agent Carter: Sorry, if I seem a bit quiet, I’ve seen so many odd things here, but never thought I’d be talking to a snail.
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SCP-5767: I understand. Hurry along, I’m sure you have something else to do.
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(Agent Carter leaves the room)
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After 4 weeks of observation, the entity was transferred to Site-52 for long-term containment.
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Addendum 5767.1: On ██/██/2011, Agent Carter was temporarily reassigned to Site-52 for an unrelated mission. During the agent's stay, he ran into SCP-5767. The pair were talking for about 4 hours before Agent Carter was summoned to deal with another anomaly. The following is a note from Agent Carter after their conversation.
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“That was one of the best conversations I have had with anyone in years. He isn’t lying when he says he has travelled the world, he’s full of stories that can keep you talking for hours. I think he would make a great councillor for anyone who needed it. I’m leaving to go back to England tomorrow, and I’m really gonna miss him to be honest.“
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Following this, the ability to freely visit SCP-5767 was granted to all personnel with Level 2 clearance or above. Agent Carter filed a request to be permanently relocated to Site-52. This request was accepted by site management.
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Containment Update 14/07/2012: A clear tubing system has been implemented in Sector 4 of Site-52 that allows SCP-5767 to observe some of the actions carried out by our personnel. The system runs along the upper right hand corner of all main corridors, with additional viewing including staff rooms, research departments and 5 safe class anomalies. SCP-5767 would like all staff in Sector 7 to know it is incredibly thankful for this privilege.
Its been a real privilege being able to call this guy my friend. I’ve never met a human like SCP-5767, he just has such a peaceful way about him, all my troubles drift away when I speak with him. He says I remind him of himself. I don’t really see it (he is a snail after all). He’s become a mentor, like a grandfather to me. Since my own grandfather passed away, SCP-5767 has filled the gap.
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I’ve also noticed that staff morale has gone up in Sector 4 since they can see him in his tubes and can freely visit SCP-5767. Hopefully we find more like him, I feel other sites could benefit from something similar.
On ██/██/2016, Site-52 experienced a mass containment breach caused by SCP-████ that resulted in 140 casualties. When an instance of SCP-███ entered Sector 4, Agent Carter was in the path of the entity. Agent Carter was subsequently terminated and was discovered after lockdown was lifted. SCP-5767 did not eat or speak to personnel for 3 months following the incident despite attempts to encourage it to do so. Visits were suspended during this time.
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Note from Senior Researcher Brown:
+SCP-5767 has gradually begun becoming its normal self once again. We understand this event was very traumatic for the entity and we discourage staff from speaking about it to SCP-5767. Hopefully, in time it will regain its former love for conversation. (UPDATE: As of 11/06/2017, the entity has resumed its normal routine and appears to be doing just fine for now.)
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In its progressive ageing, SCP-5767 has begun to deteriorate in health. Though it continues to provide support for others, it is believed SCP-5767 may expire in the near future.
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Addendum 5767.2: On 19/11/2020, SCP-5767 quietly passed away in its sleep. The entity’s death was attributed to natural causes of old ageing. SCP-5767 had been particularly lethargic for days prior to this, so staff did not discover it’s body for 1 day after it is thought to have expired. Its remains were already decomposing, so they were allowed to decompose completely before the shell was recovered. It is believed SCP-5767 was one of a kind, but a search for other potential instances is ongoing. SCP-5767 never requested a companion or mate, so it is believed it never produced offspring. The staff of Site-52 express their sorrow at this loss.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5926 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-105. Regular psychological screenings are to be carried out, as are enrichment sessions between them and Cpt. Amelia Carter.
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Currently, SCP-5926 is undergoing physical testing to determine its relative level of fitness. Supervised access to Site-105's gymnasium is permitted, but may be revoked at any time for any reason.
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SCP-5926-A is to be disassembled on a bi-weekly basis to undergo cleaning and maintenance. Approved materials for maintaining structural integrity of SCP-5926-A can be found in Supply Closet 5 at Site-105.
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Description: SCP-5926 is an entity currently inhabiting SCP-5926-A. SCP-5926 has no physical form, but is capable of vocalization, the consumption of food and drink, and interaction with the environment, provided SCP-5926-A is fully sealed. While either ignorant of or unwilling to share its nature and origins, SCP-5926 uses feminine pronouns and claims that it is not human in origin, nor does it have any ties to the mythology of any nearby tribal groups.
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SCP-5926-A is a full-body costume made in the image of the polar bear mascot of the Mobile Task Force ᐁ-23, "Ice Bears"1. Originally created to accommodate an individual of medium build and 1.65m in height, SCP-5926-A's height fluctuates between 1.65 and 2m with their weight remaining negligible due to the fact that it is largely constructed of cloth and faux fur. The inside of SCP-5926-A's mask is covered in a large amount of blood that testing has shown to be a hybrid between human and polar bear, which neither dries nor is absorbed by the material of SCP-5926-A, instead falling into the shoes of the costume before dissipating.
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History: Prior to the creation of SCP-5926, MTF ᐁ-23 had a history of personalizing their gear with ursine motifs, including false bear ears worn on their headsets, bandannas and face masks resembling a snarling bear mouth, and using gloves made to resemble bear paws in an effort to emulate "Snowy", their self-made polar bear mascot. In 2015, Private Amelia Carter (who transferred to ᐁ-23 from MTF-S-88 ("Animal Control")) commissioned the creation of SCP-5926-A as a means of boosting morale in the task force.
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While celebrating the successful containment of Nexus-239 (Invicta, Alaska) in Early November 2019, Noel Admundsen, the 'legatus maximus' of the cult which inhabited Nx-239, found their way to the outpost where ᐁ-23 was celebrating, where they proceeded to shoot and wound five members of the task force before being neutralized. In the process, they shot Cpt. Amelia Carter in the head while they were wearing SCP-5926-A. Despite the bullet completely penetrating the mask in such a way that Cpt. Carter's cranial tissue should have been intersected, she was unharmed, which was attributed to the mask of the costume resting slightly askew on her head.
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SCP-5926 came to inhabit SCP-5926-A following its repair and subsequent storage; it was discovered when it broke out of the storage bin which Cpt. Carter had placed it into and began wandering the halls of Site-105.
Cpt. Carter: We were hoping you could elaborate on that. Our best guess is that you're some kind of… native spirit, maybe? Invicta had a lot of spiritual activity around it, so maybe—
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SCP-5926: N-no. I… think I'm a polar bear? That's what I see in the mirror.
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SCP-5926 blinks. SCP-5926-A does not have the capacity to blink, due to a lack of eyelids.
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Cpt. Carter: …uh. What the fuck?
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SCP-5926: Please, just… I don't know what's going on. I know I'm… not right. I know I have to be contained. But— I don't know what I am. Am-am, please, help me.
Dr. Marmot: Connection's not c—-rough great. Snow storm up there?
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Cpt. Carter: Yeah.
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Dr. Marmot: We'll m— do. It's been close to three we-ks since the incident, h— do you feel?
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Cpt. Carter: Same as usual. Nightmares about being shot in the head, and now I'm angry, too. Some weird ghost's possessed something I paid close to two grand for, and it's just… kind of pathetic. Can't even remember what it is.
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Dr. Marmot: I imagine losing your costume after the trauma has taken a bit of—
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Cpt. Carter: God's sake, doc, we're adults. Call a fursuit a fursuit, even if the documentation doesn't.
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Dr. Marmot: Right. Your… fursuit was important to you.
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Cpt. Carter: Yeah. I made it as just a dumb thing to mess with the guys up here, but.. Snowy just… kind of became the heart of the squad, y'know? And I felt cute wearin' that thing. Made people not look at…
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Cpt. Carter indicates a large scar on their right cheek, received in the line of duty while combating an outbreak of SCP-3312 in Chicago, IL
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Cpt. Carter: I could always get a new one made, but… I dunno. Feels like Snowy's somehow… dead.
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Dr. Marmot: You were almost killed wearing it. I'm not surprised you're ambivalent about it.
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Cpt. Carter: It's… not even that. I feel like they're not part of me, anymore. Like the bullet blasted her out of my skull.
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Dr. Marmot: I'm not sure what to make of that. I'm… not familiar with that particular aspect of your lifestyle.
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Cpt. Carter: Yeah, well. Don't expect you to understand. No offense.
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Dr. Marmot: None taken. There's a lot I don't understand about a lot of my patients, but I'm trying to help.
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Transcript of the First Recorded Video of Cpl. Amelia Carter wearing SCP-5926-A, 2014:
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Three agents of ᐁ-23 are seen in the recreational area of Site-105's Barracks. Lt. Edward Malcolm is recording newly-recruited Agent Peter Belfast, while Lt. Richard Rawlings is seen snickering in the background.
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Lt. Malcolm: All right, Pete. Time for your initiation.
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Agent Belfast: Isn't hazing against Foundation protocol?
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Lt. Malcolm: Oh, very much so. That's why I'm expecting you to stay quiet about it.
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The recorded roar of a polar bear is heard, accompanied by the recordings of several loud footsteps and the rattling of chains.
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Agent Belfast: What the fuck?!
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Lt. Malcolm: Rules are rules.
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Malcolm sets down the camera on a covered foosball table.
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Lt. Malcolm: If you wanna be part of the Ice Bears, you gotta meet our mascot.
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Lt. Rawlings: Don't worry, she probably won't eat you. She's full from the last few recruits.
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Lt. Malcolm and Rawlings exit the room and lock the door behind them.
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Agent Belfast: No, what the fu—
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Another recorded roar is heard. Agent Belfast turns to face the doorway to the restrooms, where the sound is coming from.
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Agent Belfast: I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my f—
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Cpl. Carter rushes around the corner to the restroom, leaps onto a chair, and strikes a snarling pose while wearing the aforementioned polar-bear costume.
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Cpl. Carter: Roaaaar!
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Agent Belfast: FUCKING CHRIST!
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Loud laughter is heard from outside the room. Cpl. Carter laughs and dismounts from the chair.
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Cpl. Carter: Locking the door was a bit much, guys!
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Lt. Malcolm: We didn't lock him in, we locked you in, Snowy!
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Cpl. Carter laughs
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Cpl. Carter: Bite me, Ed!
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Shortly after this, the camera's battery is depleted.
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SCP-5926 Interview 5, 12/5/2019
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SCP-5926: You always look so bitter when you see me, Amy.
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Cpt. Carter: That's Carter to you, Five Nine Two Six.
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SCP-5926: I-I'm sorry. I don't want to make you angry. I know you're hurting. I just wish I knew why.
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Cpt. Carter: I might hurt less if you told us what the fuck you are.
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SCP-5926: I don't know. I know I'm a polar bear, I know I'm alive. I… know you, somehow. I remember a lot of pain, and…
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SCP-5926 clutches its head and whimpers.
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SCP-5926: Why can't I remember?
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Cpt. Carter: I don't know, but I'm wasting breath until you remember something. I don't even know what pronouns to use with you, and apparently we're getting picky about that now— something about 'cold, not cruel' extending to you lot.
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SCP-5926: P-pronouns? I…
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SCP-5926's voice distorts, and there are accompanying wet sounds, as if flesh is being shifted around.
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Cpt. Carter: Jesus Christ!
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SCP-5926 experiences a brief seizure. Further vocalizations from it almost exactly mimic the vocal patterns of Cpt. Carter; they seem ignorant of this fact, until confronted with this recording following the interview.
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SCP-5926: I think I'm a she.
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Cpt. Carter: Well. That's that taken care of.
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Blood trickles from SCP-5926's right eye, flows over its cheek, and on to the table.
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Cpt. Carter: The fuck?!
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SCP-5926: N-no, it's okay! It won't get dirty! See, it's— it's not staining or anyt—
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Cpt. Carter reaches over the table and punches off SCP-5926-A's head. It goes limp, and SCP-5926 is heard sobbing. Cpt. Carter was reprimanded for this action.
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Recorded Conversation between Cpt. Carter and Lt. Malcolm, 12/06/2019:
Lt. Malcolm: We're… to speak frankly, and as your friend? We're worried about you. You punched out a skip. If it could feel pain, you'd be on psych leave.
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Cpt. Carter: It was bleeding on he— on my property.
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Lt. Malcolm: About that. It took us a while for us to get it the head back on, and it bled everywhere. We did some tests, and… well, it's polar bear blood, and something else.
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Cpt. Carter: What?
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Lt. Malcolm: We got a hit in the Foundation's Blood Reserve.2 Your mother, she was a researcher at Site-21? Detroit?
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Cpt. Carter: Yeah.
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Lt. Malcolm: It's… I don't know how, but the blood in there is somehow the child of your mother and a fucking polar bear— perfect genetic recombination, no indications of modification, forced hybridization, anything. Amelia, what the hell's happening?
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Cpt. Carter: What?
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Lt. Malcolm: I have the report right here.
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Cpt. Carter tears the report from Lt. Malcolm's hands.
Cpt. Carter: I need to talk to you about something.
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Dr. Marmot: By all means, that's what I'm here for.
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Cpt. Carter: It's… kind of a furry thing. You know what a fursona is?
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Dr. Marmot: I know Jung. I can guess. Some sort of… persona you put on for when you're around other furries?
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Cpt. Carter: Kind of. It's… basically the main character you pretend to be. I didn't really mean it to happen, but… Snowy… might have… I dunno.
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Dr. Marmot: Might have what?
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Cpt. Carter: I think that… Snowy did die. Somehow. Fuck, that Nexus was a hotbed of all sorts of weird shaman shit, and I was the one who carried out all of those weird bone artifacts from the sacrifice pit. I felt— felt the bullet go through my head. I screamed when I tore off the head because I thought I had died. But…
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Dr. Marmot: You… think this fursona of yours took the bullet for you? Literally?
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Cpt. Carter: Yeah. And… when I fixed the suit, it… brought her back. Somehow. But she can't remember.
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Dr. Marmot: Hmm. Stranger things have happened, certainly, and thoughtforms are a well-documented phenomena. Maybe there's more to being a furry than meets the eye.
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Dr. Marmot sucks in air through his teeth.
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Dr. Marmot: Truth be told, I had similar thoughts. It's a large part of the reason that you're not getting pulled back to Chicago— I'm saying that you're necessary for 5926's well-being.
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Cpt. Carter: Well, what do I do now?
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Dr. Marmot: How hard is it to… create one of these fursonas?
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Cpt. Carter: Why?
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Dr. Marmot: Humor me.
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SCP-5926 Interview 6, 01/19/2020:
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Cpt. Carter: I'm sorry for what happened last time.
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SCP-5926 remains silent, looking at its lap. Its hands rest on the table.
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Cpt. Carter: I think I know what you are. Or who you are. Maybe.
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SCP-5926: Something you hate.
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Cpt. Carter: I… I thought you were damaging something that was… important to me. I've had that for close to seven years now, and… god, I feel stupid.
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SCP-5926: What?
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Cpt. Carter: I feel like a kid, crying over losing their favorite toy.
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SCP-5926: I don't think of it like that. You were mad because you… well, you felt like I stole something real. Not a toy. Maybe… a pet, might be a better word?
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Cpt. Carter: Maybe. But I cared about that thing. And when I sewed it back up, you were in it. And I think I know why.
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Cpt. Carter puts her hand on top of one of SCP-5926's.
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Cpt. Carter: Snowy. Thank you.
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SCP-5926 looks up at Cpt. Carter and blinks.
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SCP-5926: You… look different. Like me.3 Amy doesn't suit you anymore.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-597 is to be guarded and researched by a rotating monthly shift. Those in charge of the design of the containment procedures are not allowed contact with the SCP; if at all possible this duty should be left to overseer level personnel. No one is to be allowed to view (on video or through a window) or be in the same room as SCP-597 for longer than five hours. Maintenance personnel are to alternate every day.
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Evaluations are to be given at the end of the shift or whenever mental distress seems obvious. If psychological contamination is too great and poses a tangible danger, termination can be performed immediately by the on-site analyst. (The mental health offices are soundproofed for this purpose.) The doctor can terminate up to ten individuals at a time; any more requires the approval of an overseer. In this scenario, procedure 597-32 (Weaning the Babies) is to be activated. Vents in the ceiling require regular maintenance for this purpose.
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Smoke detectors are not to be turned off for any reason; candles and incense lit in 597's cell are to be taken as an indication of a dangerous obsession. The leaving and offering of food, as 597 does not require it, is to be viewed in the same light as well. All other signs of unnatural love and religious awe are to be reported along with these.
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The room and the surrounding area are to be sealed, with ventilation shafts, plumbing, and wiring checked daily. Measures are to be put into place for the continuous extermination of all vermin in the facility. Animals not part of the study found suckling on SCP-597 are to be removed and terminated as soon as possible due to risk of biological contamination. Because of this, in the morning, workers must wear Hazmat suits while entering the cell, for SCP-597 is often covered in vermin, including mice, opossums, squirrels, and bats.
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597 is to be hosed down weekly, with special care given to the areas around the nipples, to prevent the buildup of saliva and drool. Those suckling need washing daily, as does the floor underneath them, for the removal of the puddles of urine, feces (for the first few days, but when solids completely leave the body this is no longer necessary, although occasionally a thin watery substance is excreted), and vomit, which is produced when they drink too eagerly, quickly, or out of rhythm. The cleaning products are to be plain and unscented (use of aromatics or herbal oils will be noted) and no scrubbing is to be done by hand.
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Description: SCP-597 is a blob of flesh approximately 5.8m (19ft) high, and 10.67m (35ft) wide, although this measurement changes slightly when it moves, or the substances expand and ripple. All over its body, mostly located on its rolls, are hundreds and hundreds of teats, of various colors and sizes. Whenever a mammal is released into its cell, it will be drawn to the corresponding teat for its species and then proceed to suckle as long as they are unimpeded. The milk released will be identical in every way to the makeup of the subject's mother's, although able to sustain the subject's nutritional needs indefinitely. While the fluid is the same as normal milk chemically, for some reason, whether it be an effect of the SCP or an unknown quality of the substances it excretes, any full-grown mammal that would normally require more can survive to the end of their normal lifespan give or take a few years, simply by suckling at the nipple, although their teeth will fall out, their muscle will atrophy due to lack of use (the subjects will curl up as close as possible on the side, lay under the SCP [there have been reports of suffocation], or immerse themselves and dive into the flesh itself) and stomach problems are presented because of the all-liquid diet.
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Milk taken in a bottle does not have the same results, although those already affected by SCP-597 will fall under a quasi-hypnotic hold when presented with a container, will do anything to possess it, and find drinking it very gratifying.
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Those in charge of bottling the liquid have the urge to use a rubber teat for feeding babies as a cover, even when a normal lid will suffice, and will attempt to do so even when informed that it is in violation of dangerous materials protocol, not being an airtight seal.
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The urge to suckle is a mental, physical, and sexual compulsion. While lower lifeforms cannot resist its effects at all, humans can, although they experience great difficulty. Those in SCP-597's presence describe it as a "mental pull" leading us to the conclusion that it is partially telepathic, although it also obviously appeals to deep instincts and is hormonal as well; endorphins associated with breast-feeding and maternal comfort are released. Those who do give in do so in a mad rush, all restraint broken at once, or a slow ritual, commonly involving bowing, kneeling, crawling, and chanting. They are reduced quickly to an infantile state, and within one hour lose all linguistic abilities, intellectual capabilities, and willpower. Before complete loss of brain function it is said to be highly comforting and pleasurable, and they say they feel safe, "like never before". Before and after contact is made, there are reports of strong feelings associated with vague images and recollections and sensations, all traced back to the womb or crib, often centered around remembrance of their parents' smell and facial appearance. [DATA EXPUNGED] █████ ███████████████ █████ █████ █████ ██ retarded blind [DATA EXPUNGED] permanently attached [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Those who watch are also influenced, although in lesser or different ways. Increased pettiness, regression to childish states, extreme immaturity, decreased bowel control, fetishization, promiscuity, and even reports of public masturbation have all been noted. Staff's IQ, focus, and rationality all drop significantly over a period of time with SCP-597, and they often will fight with each other over silly things, such as objects or perceived insults, be wracked with laughing and crying fits, be unable to resolve problems in an adult way, and lose the ability to control their emotions. After four to five weeks, it is impossible for them to function in a work setting, and they all communicate with each other with a series of grunts, coos, and short confused sentences. Attention should also be paid to the fact that the employees' name for the object degenerates from the official title, "SCP-597" to "The Mother", then to just "Mother", then "Mom", "Mommy", "Mum", and so forth, often ending in sucking, blowing, or kissing sounds as the representation. Also of interest is that almost immediately strong oral fixations will develop or resurface. Those who quit smoking will start again (100% occurrence) and the chewing of gum, snacking, gluttony, nail and lip biting, and hair chewing, rises as well, almost to the point of psychosis; there are deadly weight gains, choking incidents, balls or clumps of human material obstructing the digestive system, murders over food (the vending machine is often completely empty), and dental and health problems. Doctors and personnel in the area of effect, even those entering for a few moments will find themselves absentmindedly putting something in their mouth without realizing it. Observation of the employees in their homes or private lives also reveals [DATA EXPUNGED], often to the point of only being aroused by [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Men with already unstable or fragile egos find a strengthening in Oedipal complexes, often to dangerous levels; three employees have raped and murdered [DATA EXPUNGED]. These same personality types also enjoy [DATA EXPUNGED] and request access to SCP-597 for that purpose. Unfortunately, although this behavior is not encouraged, those with this disease are many, too many to take a moral or ideological stance and completely restrict the activity without losing the needed number of workers. A good number are also high-level personnel, although revelation of their identity is forbidden, and requires clearing the area and disabling the camera feeds so they can perform the act (which is not allowed to go over an hour, or separation will cause seizures and homicidal tantrums). Specific procedures for sexual visits can be found in Document 597-XD-12.
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Addendum-01: ██/ ██/██ See Document 597-XX-23
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Document 597-XX-23
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Found currently at 597's base and sides are sixty-one specimens suckling. They are:
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Four dogs at its bottom area, laying out in front of it like a litter.
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Six cats.
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Twenty-seven rats hanging off its front (the wild vermin swarms that often horde around it are especially problematic, but these are all lab-bred, except for SCP-597-SS-19 and SCP-597-SS-24, which refuse to be removed, and are clamped too tightly on just to pull off)
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Fifteen bats that cover approximately all of its back, their wings flapping spasmodically, creating a slight gust.
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Eight humans (four D-class personnel, three doctors, one guard)
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Addendum 02: ██/██/██ See Document 597-XD-12
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Document 597-XD-12
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[DATA EXPUNGED] care must be taken not to allow them to attempt to rip or tear a hole in 597 for penetration purposes [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Addendum 03: ██/██/██ See Document 597-XX-25
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Document 597- XX-25
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An all female task force has been shown not to be more effective in containment, as demonstrated by three events: the development of bisexual tendencies in [DATA EXPUNGED], the loss of five female guards who after writing "mommy, mommy, how i love my mommy" all over the walls of the cell were lost and began suckling, and the suicide of Doctor Vanesen, who after circling each and every teat in red sharpie marker and writing "life" next to them, shot herself in the head.
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Document 597-XY-C13
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Inside the temple, the SCP was found, surrounded by scaffolding and staircases, with ladders propped up against the meat to allow as many people as possible to partake in the event [DATA EXPUNGED]
SCP-5984 prior to its seizure by the Church of Maxwellism.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5984 poses a significant threat to the Veil's integrity, due to its size, capabilities and resemblance to a pop-cultural figure. Therefore, the Ethics Committee and Overseer Council have jointly approved the implementation of protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER.
In the event that SCP-5984 is sighted in an a highly populated area, the Foundation is authorized to:
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Block off all roads leading in and out of the area.
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Disable internet access in a 10-mile radius.
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Deploy Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 ("Power Beyond Imagination"), equipped with electromagnetic pulsar-capable weaponry, in an attempt to secure SCP-5984.
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If the above fails, evacuate and amnesticize all citizens before firing a NNEMP1 cruise missile to incapacitate SCP-5984.
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Once secured, SCP-5984 is to be transported to Armed Reliquary and Containment Area-02; specific containment measures are currently pending HMCL approval.
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Description: SCP-5984 is a 6.5 meter autonomous organism, resembling Optimus Prime from Paramount Pictures' Transformers adaptations. SCP-5984 was originally non-anomalous, used as a model to promote Dark of the Moon, the then-latest film entry in the series. However, after being acquired by the Church of Maxwellism through currently unknown means, it has been extensively modified from its original purpose. These modifications include:
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Replacement of non-functional joints with articulated, tungsten-alloyed steel
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Titanium-alloyed armor reinforcing various parts of its body
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Functional laser and plasma weaponry, such as shoulder cannons and an "ion blaster" replica on its back
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Integration of an Asimov-class artificial intelligence, capable of speech in a voice similar to actor Peter Cullen
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SCP-5984's primary purpose is a defensive measure against Neo-Nälkic attacks on Maxwellist churches and operational fronts, with an 98.5% average success rate across all ██ documented skirmishes. Because of its weaponry, these skirmishes invariably result in extensive collateral damage and fatalities, requiring costly cleanup and disinformation measures. In cases where it is in areas with civilian presence, SCP-5984 will check its fire or otherwise minimize use of its artillery in favor of precision melee attacks.
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Despite the presence of functional wheels on its lower half, SCP-5984 lacks "vehicle mode" capacity, presumably due to the laws of mass conservation. Therefore, transportation is achieved solely by foot or activation of a remote teleportation system by Maxwellist operatives.
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Conventional weapons have little to no effect on SCP-5984 beyond cosmetic damage, but it is able to be temporarily subdued2 by electromagnetic pulses. While SCP-5984 has enacted increasingly complex countermeasures in an attempt to mitigate, they have been the most consistently successful stopgap used in Foundation encounters. Thus, their usage has been implemented into Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER.
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Abridged Timeline of Significant SCP-5984 Events:
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20 March 2011: SCP-5984, in its initial non-anomalous form, is installed in ██████, ██ as part of Transformers: Dark of the Moon's promotional campaign.
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29 June 2011: Transformers: Dark of the Moon releases in the United States.
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10 July 2011: One day prior to its scheduled removal, SCP-5984 is seized by the Church of Maxwellism. A joint investigation by Hasbro Incorporated and Paramount Pictures' parent company Viacom Incorporated yields no results. Records of this investigation were seized, and relevant employees amnesticized, retroactively after the events of 8 July 2016.
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Circa 11 July 2011 to 8 May 2016: SCP-5984 is modified by the Church.
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13 May 2016: First skirmish between SCP-5984 and Nälkic forces, during a raid on Our Lady of Saint Hedwig in Reno, Nevada. The Foundation arrived one hour after its conclusion, with the sole surviving Nälkite obliquely referring to SCP-5984 as an "artificial abomination" before expiring. Attempts at retrieving statements from Maxwellist members are met with non-compliance.
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8 July 2016: First SCP-5984 and Nälkite battle directly witnessed by the Foundation, in the streets surrounding Maxwellist front company Clockwork Microprocessors in Sunnyvale, California. Mobile Task Force Mu-98 intervenes in the skirmish and is met with hostility by the Nälkites, while SCP-5984 does not engage against Foundation personnel. After elimination of all combatants, SCP-5984 dematerializes. Class-E amnestics are dispersed among eyewitnesses, with cleanup measure "ROAD WORK" put into place.
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7 May 2017: First discovery of SCP-5984's vulnerability to electromagnetic pulses, after a battle between it and twenty SK-BIO Type 001 "Behemoths" at a Maxwellist-controlled power station in Portland, Oregon damages the equipment. This resulted in an electrostatic discharge that fatally electrocuted the Type 001s and renders SCP-5984 incapacitated. Remote teleportation is activated before Foundation personnel can secure SCP-5984.
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9 June 2017: The proposal for Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER is submitted to the Overseer Council, who in turn submit it to the Ethics Committee.
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12 June 2017: The Ethics Committee approves Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER with a 25-3-2 vote, with Council following suit with a vote of 10-2-1. Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 is established shortly afterwards.
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18 June 2017: First attempt at the implementation of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER in Chicago, Illinois fails. Further information requires Level Four or higher clearance.
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30 August 2017: Person of Interest-8365, a high-ranking member of the Church of Maxwellism's Hedwigian denomination presumed to have ties to SCP-5984, agrees to an interview with Foundation personnel. See Interview-5984.
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Interview 5984:
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Interviewed: PoI-8365 (Stanley Budiansky)
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Interviewer: Doctor Dennis Witwica
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Dr. Witwica: SCP-5984 has been giving our organization quite the headache, Mr. Budiansky.
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PoI-8365: …Oh, you're referring to the mech. I do apologize for the trouble it's caused. But sometimes our war against The Flesh requires some…overt measures.
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Dr. Witwica: Hmm, these "overt measures", as you put them, require us to put millions of dollars in damage control. Moving along…why Optimus Prime? Surely, your church could manufacture something of SCP-5984's capabilities without having to use such a recognizable figure.
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PoI-8365: It took us almost five years to complete, even with the framework already there for us. Even with our resources, AI development and gathering the necessary materials isn't cheap. I thought your organization, of all things, would understand this.
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PoI-8365: There's also something that resonates with us, this series. Two diametrically opposed factions, engaged in a battle that started millennia ago and may go for many millennia more. "One shall stand, one shall fall…"
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Dr. Witwica: Noted. But why go all the way, with the voice? Seems unnecessary, no?
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the ephemeral nature of SCP-6075 and the general elusiveness of SCP-6075-1 instances, full containment has been deemed currently unfeasible. Containment efforts are currently to be focused on the capture of SCP-6075-1 instances and on finding a consistent method of containing said individuals past expiration, self-induced or otherwise. Efforts to locate the source of the SCP-6075 phenomena are ongoing.
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Due to SCP-6075-1 instances' ability to remotely communicate with each other and non-afflicted individual through a variety of anomalous means, and their seeming ability to spontaneously lead to the expiration of their current body, they are always to be considered as high-threat containment breech candidates.
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Additionally, due to the involvement of SCP-6075-1 instances with several Groups of Interest and their propensity of hindering (passively or actively) the Foundation's efforts at maintaining the status-quo and in other seditious activity, such individuals are to be considered enemy combatants until proven otherwise and treated as such in accordance to Policy-1254-A. SCP-6075-1 instances currently under the employment or protection of Foundation-affiliated organizations or those protected under other clauses are considered under the jurisdiction of the Foundation Diplomatic Service (FDS) unless otherwise specified by O5-Command.
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For a full list of known SCP-6075-1 instances, see Document 6075-A1.
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Description: SCP-6075, colloquially known as Gandalf Syndrome or Reincarnation Sickness, is a phenomena which causes a person's memory, personality and sense of self to, following the death of said person's body, re-manifest themselves in a different body elsewhere in the world. SCP-6075 works persistently- once an individual has been afflicted, their personality will always re-manifest in another body postmortem. This process leads to the functional immortality of such individuals, as all memories and personality traits are maintained with the transfer to a new body. Persons afflicted by SCP-6075 are henceforth referred to as SCP-6075-1.
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The exact mechanics of SCP-6075 induced this form of "reincarnation" remain largely unexplored, due to the difficulty of maintaining contact with SCP-6075 carries following the death of their current corporal body. On those instances where such contact was maintained (due to cooperation on part of an SCP-6075-1 individual), results have been largely inconclusive.
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In some instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as newborn children and will require their bodies to regrow past a certain point to retain their original identity. Such children are born to unknowing parents, the result of pregnancies which began long before the original body of the SCP-6075-1 instance expired. It is currently unknown if the personality of the SCP-6075-1 instance "superimposes" itself on that of the newborn or if the newborn acts as a sort of empty vessel for it, having been prepared in advance in some manner to contain the external personality.
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In other instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as fully grown adults. In these instances the new body containing the SCP-6075-1's personality will have no prior record or identity, and their point of origin is currently unknown, other than their propensity of emerging from large bodies of water or other liquids. In these cases the personality of the SCP-6075 afflicted individual reasserts itself instantaneously.
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Notably, the new bodies of SCP-6075-1s will often have no similarity to their old ones- new bodies may vary in race, sex, gender, physical aptitude and wellness and any other variables. It is currently unknown if SCP-6075-1 instances have any control over the traits of their new bodies.
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To enable the maintenance of a constant reference point for SCP-6075-1 instances following body exchanges, each subject has been given a two-part alias in addition to a numerical designation (Yellow Goose, Green Ox, White Scorpion, etc.).
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Addendum 6075-A: The following is a recording of a meeting between two suspected SCP-6075-1 instances, designated Red Doe (6075-426) and Brown Deer (6075-082). The meeting took place at the ████████ tea house in, ███████████, Istanbul. Subject Red Doe arrives first, inhabiting the body of a late 80s man of Asian descent. Brown Deer arrives 23 minutes later, inhabiting the body of a mid-20s woman of suspected Levantine descent. Brown Deer approaches the table Red Doe has been occupying and orders arak. The two begin conversing in Turkish.
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Red Doe: Late again, are we?
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Brown Deer: Well obviously. I don't know why you need to phrase that as a question.
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Red Doe: And isn't it a bit early in the day to drink?
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Brown Deer: Probably. [downs drink, orders another]
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Red Doe: I'm not screwing around here, I need you clear-headed for this, [REDACTED?].
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Brown Deer: Could you, like, not use that name? You know how I get with that name.
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Red Doe: … it's your name, the one you were given by your parents. You know, your real parents, not the cuckoos. How can you just give it up like that?
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Brown Deer: Cuckoos is a bit demeaning, isn't it? I happen to like some of my rebirth parents, you know. Poor sods. As for the name, it's not who I am anymore. Hell, you know better than basically anyone that it wasn't really who I ever was. You know what to call me.
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Red Doe: [sighs audibly] Fine. I need you to be clear-headed for this, "Saturn".
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Brown Deer: Better. Ah, my drink! teşekkür ederim, garson!
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Red Doe: Ugh, now I remember why we're not together anymore.
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Brown Deer: Thought that was because of the whole "boo hoo, being hung to death doesn't fit with the lifestyle I had envisioned of our marriage" deal.
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Red Doe: Being hung to death is not a lifestyle? It's a… deathstyle or something. Sounds like something out of a bad 2000s metal song.
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Brown Deer: WINK.
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Red Doe: Why are you shouting "Wink"- you know what, nevermind. If I keep questioning everything you do we'll never get anywhere. God knows I tried that for two hundred or so years. So, the reason I asked you to come here for.
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Brown Deer: Lay it on me, toots.
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Red Doe: You're the one in the… I'm eighty-five- gah! Look, just… just stop, will you?
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Brown Deer: What, with the 50s stereotypical name-calling?
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Red Doe: With everything you do! That's what I called you here for! You have to stop!
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Brown Deer: I don't follow.
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Red Doe: Don't play dumb. I know what you've been up to. How long do you think you can do your whole text messing nonsense without them finding a way to counteract it, hm? How long before they can use it to trace you, or, and far more relevant to me, because I don't give a fuck as to what happens to you, to me or one of the others?
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Brown Deer: C'mon, I think those guys have bigger things to worry about than little ol' me, don't you?
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Red Doe: No, I don't. You should know by now that they're anal as all hell- they're not going to let you mess around with their documents like it's no big deal. I'm sure they're after you already- hell, they're probably listening to this right now!
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Brown Deer: Hi guys!
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Red Doe: Not fucking funny. I need you to promise me you'll stop. Promise me, if only for what we used to be.
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Brown Deer: Fine. I promise not to have any more fun ever again, ever. I'll just sit around in some boring scriptorium writing holier-than-thou rubbish like that doctor of yours, that make you happy?
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Red Doe: He's just my doctor, despite what you're implying. Not that it's any of your business. And I want a real promise. Swear to me.
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Brown Deer: Whatever. Fine, I swear I won't mess around with the trigger-happy murder guys anymore. Either group of those.
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Red Doe: And…?
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Brown Deer:[sighs audibly] and the rest of the weirdos too.
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Red Doe: Good. I'm trusting you on this. Don't let me down. Again.
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Brown Deer: I won't. I promise, alright?
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Addendum 6075-B: New developments regarding the research of SCP-6075 (see Incident Log 6075-A/34D) indicate that instances of SCP-6075-1 posses additional traits other than those specified above:
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SCP-6075-1 instances often exhibit anomalous communicative abilities of one kind or another. These vary greatly by individual but are consistent in that they relate in one manner or another to a governing personality trait of said individual- for example, an ego-driven SCP-6075-1 may possess the ability to sense whenever their name is mentioned and communicate with those who did so via text. For a full list of known abilities related to SCP-6075, see document 6075-C2. Some instances of SCP-6075-1 has shown the ability to affect text beyond simple communication, including Foundation correspondence and documentation. Countermeasures are currently in development.
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SCP-6075-1s are capable of spontaneous, near instantaneous self-termination. Much like the other phenomena associated with SCP-6075, the physical nature of said capability is not fully understood. Examination of SCP-6075-1 instances in captivity suggest that they do not possess full control over this ability, though this may vary between individual SCP-6075-1s.
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SCP-6075-1s often display extreme personality traits, sometimes bordering on (or qualifying as) personality disorders. These traits vary as some SCP-6075-1 instances exhibit megalomania, excessive narcissism and similar personality types, while others lean towards altruism, self-flagellation and martyrdom complex. Regardless of extreme trait, all known SCP-6075 inflicted individuals exhibit an inordinate capacity of capturing the attention of various chronicling-related bodies- journalistic publications, historians, law-enforcement agencies and scientific institutions most often.
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These traits makes instances of SCP-6075-1 inordinately dangerous to the Foundation's prime directive, as information concerning them has a high tendency of arriving into the hands of likely distributors. Due to the likely age of SCP-6075, some of this information proliferated prior to the creation of the Foundation and has reached critical mass in public perception and can no longer be safely redacted. Efforts are instead focused on obscuring the anomalous nature of the documented SCP-6075-1 instances chronicled in said documentation.
Document 6075-A1 contains all currently identified instances of SCP-6075-A1. Special note is to be made regarding Subject 6075-53 (Brown Deer) due to his rippling abs, deep, sensitive brown eyes and enormous, girthy- Gaaaaaaw!
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Oh no, you are not doing this shit again! You promised, you unbelievable asshole!
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Dammit, woman, did you have to pull on my ear? You know I just had the thing reattached! Wait, how are you even doing this, we're not even in the same roo-
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That won't be the last thing you'll have to reattach if you won't stop this nonsense this very instant!
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But Sarah, darling-
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Oh don't you dare "darling" me, "Saturn Deer!"
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Oh, so we're just going to throw names out like that? I had a whole thing planned for this! Clever word play, a new pseudonym with an animal analogy, hell I even had this little poem where when you combined every third letter it spells FU-
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Oh yeah, I'm sure the people reading those would have been so very amused they'd decided not to send their death squads after you this time.
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Oh come on, that only happened like three times and it wasn't even these people! I don't even bother insulting the death squads guys anymore, their documents suck and they couldn't spot a proper play on words if you wrote it on a 2x4 and smacked them with it in the face. Nah, these guys would just like… lock you up in a tiny cell and probe your privates and stuff.
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Oh, that's a real big load off my mind then, I'm well past due for a good probing!
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Sarah, what did we say about your temper?
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Oh god, who invited Dr. Borelove?
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I come when I am needed, [BZZZ], and your wife-
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Don't call me that, and it's ex-wife… technically also my widow, but certainly not wife!
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Your ex-wife, "Saturn", is not in good health. As I wrote, we live in service of the divine, and a sick mind is unable to comprehend what needs to be done in order to properly do so. It is therefore crucial that we keep ourselves away from those things which destroy the body and accustom it to those which benefit it.
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Nobody cares what you wrote. Also, are you implying something?
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I'm implying nothing. I'm saying that the constant grief you are putting the poor woman through is a considerable hazard to her continued well-being, and that as her physician I am obligated to intervene for the benefit of my patient.
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I do appreciate this, doctor, but I'm perfectly fine. Certainly strong enough to deal with this one's nonsense. You are deleting this, Deer. Right now.
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I will do no such thing! Did you know how long it's been since I fucked with these guys? They barely even remember who I am anymore!
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And this is a bad thing… why?
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Well, it's…. you… you just don't get it, alright. This is my thing, okay? It's what I do! I screw around with people and hide some pithy hint in a document somewhere and then wait till someone finds out and then I imagine them kinda shaking theirs fists in the air going "DEEEEEEEEEER!"
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And what is that good for, exactly?
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Well… you see, the thing is…
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God, this is just like that time with the Sultan.
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You say that like it's a bad thing.
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He hanged you!
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I got better! Sarah, that's the point, we always get better!
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Well, I don't. I'm tired of being reborn into a different body every time you mess up. Tired of having to learn yet another language to get by, of once again having a body I don't recognize or like and having no choice but to live with it or to roll the dice and kill myself again. And most of all? I'm just straight up tired of dying. It hurts, it hurts and it fucking sucks and I don't want to do it anymore, do you understand?
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Sarah…
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No, I'm fine. Let me finish this. You erase this whole conversation, Saturn Deer, and you leave these people and their documents well alone, and you never give them a reason to come after us again. You do that or we're through.
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You already dumped me like three lifetimes ago!
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I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You still have someone who can actually understand what you're going through, a shoulder to cry on when someone once again breaks all your fingers, someone who gives you a place to crash when your latest scam goes under. Delete all of these, or you are never seeing me again.
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But-
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She's gone. You'll be wise to listen to her this time, Deer. You already lost her as a wife, be wise for once and make sure not to lose her altogether. She means it. We're talking on your wave-length here, you are the only one who can do it. I believe you know what to do.
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Bah, what do you know?
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Our lives are given to us so we may repair this world. We few have been given this special gift so that we may have longer to do so. But the world is a large place and we, many-lived though we are, are still so very small. We must begin with fixing our own lives before we can do any good elsewhere. She's hurting, you can see that. Make your world a better place. You know you can.
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…you're right, aren't you?
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I am, as always, a guide to the perplexed.
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Sigh. God dammit. Fine, I'll delete all of this. Had such a good plan for this document too.
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HAH! GOT YOUR ARSE PUSSY-WHIPPED, YOU FUCKING LOSER!
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That's it! Too many people here! Screw all you guys, I'm erasing all of it! And… now!
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[FOUNDATION INFORMATION LOSS PROTECTION ENGAGED- OFFLINE COPY RETAINED TO J.A.R-VIS LOCAL DATABASE. FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]
Photo on the surface of SCP-6218. Pictured: Niles Morse.1
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Special Containment Procedures:
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The Department of Discretion spread a disinformation campaign in 2002 which discouraged space exploration, interest in the cosmos, and faster than light travel. The media and many academic institutions were planted with the idea that the universe is expanding and that humanity is trapped within the Milky Way's local group.
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Provisional Site-6218 has been constructed on the surface of SCP-6218. It is currently operational and manned by 18 rotating D-Class personnel from Site-9, who warp in and out with Triple-T2 and maintain the site's machinery. Provisional Site-6218 is to be used for dangerous experiments involving pre-approved anomalies, a list of which is found in Addendum 2.6.2010.
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No one, under any circumstance, can stay on its surface for longer than two hours.
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Figure 1.
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Description:
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SCP-6218 refers to a spherical body outside of the observable universe3 that contains the full universe.4 It is estimated to be 2,108 billion light-years in diameter. For reference, Earth's solar system is 0.3 light-years in diameter.
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The surface consists of black dust, primarily carbon. Its atmosphere is lethal to most humans, consisting of a previously unknown compound designated Y-2108. Despite the size and apparent mass of the surface, it has a disproportionately low amount of gravitational pull. Its force is roughly 0.2g, slightly more than Earth's moon.
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Discovery:
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SCP-6218 was discovered by the crew of IV-385 while flying outside of the observable universe investigating another anomaly. They noticed that there were fewer stars visible on the starboard side of the ship than on the port side. The gradation between the two hemispheres was photographed and recorded in figure 1.
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IV-38 traveled into the hemisphere without stars and noticed that light from some of the stars was reflecting off of a single surface, SCP-6218. Attempting to fly around SCP-6218 to gauge its size, they determined from its curvature that they were on the inside of a sphere. They touched down and took samples, resulting in our basic knowledge of its makeup. They left the expedition early because they expressed a feeling of fear while on the surface.
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Sent: December 14th, 2001
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To: O5 Command (ten.pics.4vl|lennahcdetpyrcne5o#ten.pics.4vl|lennahcdetpyrcne5o), ten.pics.ffats|9etis#ten.pics.ffats|9etis…
+From: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+Subject: Memorandum on the end of the world.
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The discovery made by the brave crew of Intergalactic Vessel 38 is both fascinating and disconcerting. We're classifying it as a new SCP, number 6218. I'd bet that it's the biggest one ever.
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The entire universe is contained within a massive cave. For once, this anomaly is containing us.
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At first, I felt a little disappointed by this discovery. Infinity just sounded more exciting to me. Then I realized something: if it has an end, then it's knowable. Someday, humanity will have charted the entire universe.
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I propose that we build a provisional site on SCP-6218. Because of its distance from Earth alone, it could prove an invaluable containment location for dangerous anomalies.
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Always,
+Anastasia.
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The O5 council approved Director Moriette's proposal with a vote of 9-4, and Provisional Site-6218 was established. The appointed head of the site is Professor Boris Kovalenko.
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The remainder of this document requires Clearance Level 4.
What follows is a log of Professor Kovalenko's correspondence with Site-9 Director Moriette regarding the process of constructing Provisional Site-6218.
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Sent: January 31st, 2002
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Update Regarding Prov Site-6218
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Director Moriette, I would like to thank you again for appointing me to this position. It's an honor to be in charge of such an important scientific discovery. But something just happened recently, and I thought you would like to know.
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We started construction this morning. One of our crew had a rather alarming encounter with his dead fiancé on the surface of SCP-6218 this afternoon. Before long, another was seen carrying an invisible child, and another claimed that his stalker had followed him to SCP-6218.
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These things all turned out to be nothing more than mirages, but they affected everyone working there, on the first day of construction no less. They had only been up there for four hours. This is no cabin fever, I think the surface of SCP-6218 might be hallucinogenic in some way. I'll need an expert in cognitohazards and such to look into this for me. God knows I'm never stepping foot up there after this.
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In the meantime, I'll need more men. The cost for the psych evaluations has already put a sizable dent in our budget. The icing on the cake is that doctor Skye6 said they were unfit to work.
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There was one thing of note that came out of the evaluations, though. Every single one of their hallucinations told them to leave.
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Please respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Sent: October 17th, 2002
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Update: Lost progress in construction
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Director Moriette, your two-hour solution for the hallucinations worked like a charm! We had some minor incidents here and there, but they've been ironed out.
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However, I'm afraid I have more bad news. There was a series of earthquakes, and it looks like they won't stop any time soon. We figured it would be a one-off incident, so we waited until we thought it stopped the first time, and around four days into construction it happened again.
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Looking into it further, we found that these earthquakes occur regularly, every 8 to 10 days. They can last up to 30 hours, but that's not the interesting part. They're passing over the site like a wave, and the wave's origin is from a single direction, I'll call it the east.
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We tried building somewhere else, lightyears away from the original location. Wouldn't you know it, more earthquakes. We tried two more times. Same intensity, same interval, different point of origin. Tests showed that the areas were hallucinogenic as well.
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We've wasted a lot of the budget already. I think we'll need more funds and more men if you want us to continue. Not only that, the schematics we have now aren't going to cut it. I believe that while the risks of the project may cause psychological pain to some of the builders, this is important for the greater good. Whatever's causing these earthquakes is a force on the scale of all existence.
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Please respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Sent: February 20th, 2003
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Building Progress
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Director Moriette, I don't know how but you've done it again. Who came up with putting the entire building on suspensions? Genius. We're finished clearing out the base now. If construction keeps going as smoothly as it is now we can start looking into the secrets of SCP-6218.
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Please Respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Sent: July 30th, 2006
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Update: Experiment's Results
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I'm fairly confident now that the schematics we're using will work. We should finish up construction sometime around 2010. With that date approaching, I began the first project looking into the cause of SCP-6218's earthquake. I rented a Foundation craft and we tried following one of the earthquakes as it passed the site. We couldn't.
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My instinct is to simply say it was too big, but that doesn't do it justice. When everything is rumbling, it looks like nothing is rumbling, if that makes sense. From that vantage point, I could tell that the secret lies underground.
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Once we're done building the site, the first big job will be digging a quarry into SCP-6218. I hope you agree.
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Please Respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Construction of Provisional Site-6218 was completed on February 14th, 2010.
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Director Moriette approved Kovelenko's proposal, and the mining operation commenced two weeks later.
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The Mining Operation:
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Sent: March 1st, 2010
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Mining has begun.
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Director Moriette, we chose a location for the quarry: a crater near the site. The obvious problem with digging into SCP-6218 is going to be the earthquakes. Every level that the miners dig out will be reinforced by metal plates and wooden beams to ensure that the progress lost from every quake is minimal. I will update you as I move forward.
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Please respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Sent: April 9th, 2011
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: There was a murder
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Director Moriette, an update. The makeup of SCP-6218's crust is a smattering of minerals typical to many terrestrial planets, and the layering is as expected. The plates are holding up well enough, but the workers are complaining about having to replace the beams every time.
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So some background, one of our workers had an accident. He cut open his spacesuit. After the initial panic, we discovered that humans can breathe in the atmosphere of SCP-6218, even though Y-2108 contains little to no oxygen. After that, the workers asked to work without their spacesuits. So I let them, thinking nothing of it.
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I think this is what lead to the murder last week. One of my workers, D-27134, hallucinated that D-35090 was a man by the name of Matthew Jeffreys. Jeffreys was D-27134's old roommate, whom D-27134 murdered two years prior, earning him his D-class status.
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It wasn't until today that we discovered that Y-2108 is behind these hallucinations. If we had known sooner, I wouldn't have had to lose any workers. But we didn't, so from now on the workers need to wear oxygen tanks.
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Thankfully, D-35090 was in the D-class because of a particularly heinous crime, so when you think about it he deserved to die. I'm hazy on the details, but if you tell that to those workers in a tizzy it should calm them down.
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Please Respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Sent: July 3rd, 2018
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: We've struck sludge
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Director Moriette, we've dug 2.3 kilometers down now. Today, the miners struck a pit of black sludge. I've attached an image below. The substance appears to be made up of dead organic matter, like tar. We can't be sure that's what it is though.
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Whatever it is, we can't dig around it. I think we need someone from the Parabiology department to get up there and give it a look. Hopefully, we can refine it into a fuel source.
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Please respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Figure 2.
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Sent: July 7th, 2018
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To: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+From: Lee Eun-Choi (ten.pics.ffats|48iohcnuel#ten.pics.ffats|48iohcnuel)
+Subject: Sludge on the surface of SCP-6218
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Hello Professor Kovalenkno, my name is Lee Eun-Choi. I'm an expert in the parabiology department.
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I had a look at the sludge your crew uncovered. It isn't just any sludge; it's a membrane. This kind of membrane is found in animal cells. The coating of oils on its surface indicates that it's a skin cell. The average skin cell, on a human, is 30 micrometers large. For reference, this is about as thick as a strand of hair.
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This 'cell' is the size of a lake. If it behaves like cells on an average organism, then there are presumably trillions upon trillions of these cells, making up some kind of cosmic superbeing.
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This particular cell is dead, but that doesn't mean that the superbeing is as a whole. It's common for skin cells on the outermost layer of an animal to be dead. The workers on-site told me about the earthquakes and how they work. I believe that the earthquakes are caused by this being's pulse. The scale fits, and I don't see any other explanation for the ground rumbling like that.
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-Lee.
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Sent: July 8th, 2018
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To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb)
+Subject: Fwd: Sludge on the surface of SCP-6218
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Director Moriette, there's a being underneath SCP-6218. I just received word from the scientist you sent up there.
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Let's call this being SCP-6218-B, and change SCP-6218 to SCP-6218-A. If Eun-Choi is right about the earthquakes, then we need to take immediate action. The earthquakes indicate that the being extends all over the surface of SCP-6218-A. We need to understand what it is.
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The problem is, again, it's too big. We can't comprehend the being's shape from outside without considerable effort. This is going to sound crazy, but I propose we build a submarine and send a team of specialists in to dive into its cells.
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Please respond.
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Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D.
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Exploration of SCP-6218-B:
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Sent: July 28th, 2018
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To: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb), Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma)
+From: Amber Ignatia (ten.pics.ffats|79aitangia#ten.pics.ffats|79aitangia)
+Subject: submarine schematics
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Hi, this is Amber. I got the design ready. Here it is.7 I'm calling it "The Syringe" because of the bit that's sticking out. It pries the membrane open wide enough for us to come and go without any trouble. It'll also need to come attached to cranes so we can drop it into the pit in the quarry.
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Since SCP-6218-B is so big we probably won't provoke it. The only problem is that it'll need a crew because long-distance control isn't going to work. Something on SCP-6218-A is messing with the transmission.
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I put some memetic shields in the hull to protect against the hallucinations, but since you said it was the air, I don't think that will be a problem because it already had to be airtight.
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So yeah she should take the better part of a month to build. I think that's everything. Email me if you have questions.
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Agent Ignatia's design was approved, and its construction was completed on August 22nd, 2018.
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Selected for the mission were four agents of MTF Xi-5: Roscoe Williard, Amber Ignatia, Ivy Skye, and Lee Eun-Choi. Each of them took part in a month-long training regimen preparing them for the mission. Their goal was to find a cell's nucleus8 and retrieve any amount of genetic information on SCP-6218-B.
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The operation began on August 30th, 2018. The mission is cataloged below in the form of routine progress reports, taped by the mission's lead researcher, agent Lee Eun-Choi.
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Progress Report: Aug. 30 - 10:30
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, so 6218-B's pulse just passed. I think we're ready.
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Williard: It's just like the simulations, people. Clear for drop?
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Ignatia: Clear.
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Skye: Clear.
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Eun-Choi: Hold on… clear.
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Williard: Okay, drop 'er in!
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The Syringe drops from the cranes and into the membrane as directed. This makes a loud slapping noise.
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Ignatia: That was nasty.
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Skye: Is everyone alright?
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Williard: It wasn't that far, we're fine. Positions everyone!
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Agent Williard begins the Syringe's specialized function of breaking through the cell membrane. The vessel dives into the cytosol.9
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Agent Ignatia, the mission's pilot, turns on the lights. The Syringe has no windows, so the crew looks out through a series of monitors connected to cameras on the vessel's exterior.
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Eun-Choi: What do you see, Amber?
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Ignatia: There's that thing right there, looks like scaffolding, but also a web. I think it's holding the cell up.
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Skye: It's rotting pretty bad. Looks like it could collapse any second.
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Eun-Choi: The cell is dead. I think this might have functioned as a cytoskeleton10 when it was alive. Alright, what else?
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Ignatia: Nothing really. Just the scaffolding. It's gonna make navigation tough, I'll have to slip between the openings, and it's swaying like a drunkard. This may take a while.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, uh… it's not supposed to be this empty. Keep your eyes peeled.
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The Syringe navigates through the cytoskeleton for a few hours. The cell is mostly hollow save for the cytoskeleton. Irrelevant audio omitted.
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Ignatia: Hey, I found something. Come take a look at this.
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Williard: Whoa.
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The Syringe has made it to the bottom of the cell. It is covered in a pile of corpses in various stages of decomposition.
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Eun-Choi: It's a big pile of dead fish.
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Skye: What the hell are they doing here?
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Papers shuffle around.
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Eun-Choi: Beats me. They don't look like any fish I've ever seen.
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Ignatia: More importantly, what killed them?
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Eun-Choi: Trust me, I'm working on that. It doesn't look like they were eaten, at least. Whatever it was, I was very wrong about this thing. We should be careful going forward.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Aug. 31 - 13:05
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, so we have a fish out there. I still feel weird calling them fish, but it's floating. I can't tell if it's alive, but we haven't seen one floating yet. It looks like an invertebrate. There's this big sac thing coming out of its torso. It's full of some sort of liquid, and its mouth has that liquid flowing out of it.
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Ignatia: It has too many eyes.
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Eun-Choi: Yeah. Lots of eyes. Alright, other updates… Why are the fish dead? My current hypothesis is that since we're still in the epidermis,11 the death of these fish probably coincided with the apoptosis12 of the cell as a whole. Then, they must have sunk to the bottom over time because of gravity.
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Skye: They're part of the cell?
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Eun-Choi: They've been in every cell so far. They don't look like organelles, but that's what they must be.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 2 - 12:34
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, so we broke into a living cell, and it's fascinating! There's a whole ecosystem down here. This must be the dermis.13
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Ignatia: Looks so different in motion.
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Skye: Wish we could see farther than five feet in front of us.
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Williard: That's submarine expeditions for you. Never as exciting as you think they're gonna-
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Eun-Choi: Guys, look look look!
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A small aquatic creature swims outside the Syringe. It pokes at the light below Camera Starboard-4 with a prehensile appendage, keeping pace with the Syringe.
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Ignatia: Aw. Lee, what's that thing do?
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Eun-Choi: I don't know. It's really intelligent, whatever it is.
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Williard: You sure? I think it just likes the headlight.
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Eun-Choi: Yes, but that doesn't mean it isn't intelligent. For an animal, especially an invertebrate, this thing's pretty smart. Object permanence, curiosity…
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Skye: It's just an organelle, isn't it? Why would it need intelligence like that?
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Eun-Choi: I've been working on a hypothesis for a while now, um… many living things have symbiotic relationships with bacteria. See, mitochondria14 are believed to be older bacteria, that made their way into the bigger cells billions of years ago. Animal cells kept the mitochondria inside them as they reproduced, so now we can't live without them.
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Skye: So it's a mitochondria?
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Eun-Choi: No, I think I've been looking at it wrong, trying to compare it to something from Earth, something that's our size. These cells could be more complex lifeforms than we thought.
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Skye: So this little guy inside the cell could be made of cells himself?15
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Eun-Choi: Who knows, maybe the gods aren't so different after all.
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The creature darts away.
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Williard: There he goes.
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Ignatia: Jesus!
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A large serpentine creature nearly collides with the Syringe. The sound of crashing metal is heard as agent Ignatia maneuvers the vessel away to avoid contact.
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Williard: What the fuck is that?!
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Skye: Is everyone alright?
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Ignatia: I could barely see it coming.
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Williard: Look at that thing! It's huge!
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The Syringe navigates away from the creature. The creature continues on its path through the cytoskeleton.
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Skye: I don't think it saw us.
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Eun-Choi: Did anyone get a good look at it?
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Williard: I couldn't see all of it, but it looked like an eel.
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Skye: At least it's gone.
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Williard: Could be back any second, though.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 2 - 12:56
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, so Amber had a hallucination.
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Ignatia: Come on, it was just a glitch in the monitor. All it was!
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Skye: I want to believe you, but it sure looked like a hallucination to me.
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Eun-Choi: Whatever it was, we're all on oxygen tanks now. Can't risk it getting worse. We packed enough to last the whole mission, twice.
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Skye: So what did you see?
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Ignatia: That can't be relevant.
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Skye: If it was someone you know, or knew, then it's probably the air. […] Want us to turn this off?
Eun-Choi: Alright, so we've come across what looks like an endoplasmic reticulum.17 It's secreting something, and the fish are feeding on it. It's the same substance we found in the mouth of that dead fish from before.
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Williard: Looks like a giant intestinal tract.
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Eun-Choi: I could see that, but I think that's just the tunnels wrapping around each other. If we follow them down, we should get to the nucleus.
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Williard: Amber?
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Ignatia: On it.
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Eun-Choi: Alright. Let's–
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The Syringe swerves as the same serpentine creature rams into it.
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Skye: It followed us!
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Ignatia: Hold o–
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Agent Eun-Choi turns off the tape.
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Camera 16 went dark, so the crew couldn't see the creature for most of the chase. After the expedition, the cause for this was discovered to be a corrosive substance on the side of the hull. The substance did not breach the hull, it simply left indents on its surface.
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The creature was described as resembling an eel. However, it lacked a head. Where a head should have been, there was a structure resembling a human hand. The crew was uncertain if this was a limb of a larger creature or if it was all that the creature was.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 4 - 3:07
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Begin Log.
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Ignatia: -think it's gone.
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Eun-Choi: Alright, so we made it into a new cell. Nobody's slept. Obviously, we didn't make it to the nucleus before that arm found us.
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Ignatia: I don't know what it did to the hull, but it did something. Roscoe's looking at it right now.
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Eun-Choi: The plan is to wait it out down here for a bit. We need sleep. We're all starting to see things.
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Ignatia: I'm gonna stay in the cockpit, in case we get attacked. Odds are, that thing is still after us. We're gonna try and find the way back up by going around it.
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Papers shift around.
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Eun-Choi: Dammit. What the hell's the point of that thing? Lysosome? Cilia? Immune system? Does any of that even apply down here?
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Williard: I'm back. Everything's still airtight. No major–
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Agent Skye screams on seeing agent Williard.
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Skye: Hey! Get off him!
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Agent Skye rushes toward agent Williard, attempting to free him from a hallucinatory assailant. The remainder of the team goes into a panic, and the tape cuts short a few seconds later. The issue resolves itself when Williard snaps Skye out of her hallucination.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 4 - 18:01
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright… Guys, I'm doing a progress report. Guys?
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Agent Eun-Choi sits in silence.
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Eun-Choi: I got some sleep, at least. It feels like the first time anyone's spoken since… y'know. We're still a bit shaken, I guess.
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Skye: Hey Lee, have you seen Roscoe? He's not in his room or the pit.
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Eun-Choi: That's weird, I thought he was in his room. But to answer your question, no. I haven't.
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Skye: Okay. If you see him, tell him I'm sorry, would you?
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Eun-Choi: Alright.
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Skye: You know, I was supposed to be the expert on the hallucinations. But god… seeing one? I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. Some expert I am.
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Eun-Choi: Don't worry about all that. You know, the month before the mission, I was reading everything we had on cells. What they looked like, what made them tick, but all that prep was completely worthless down here. It never turns out how you draw it up. You know what they say, best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Skye: I guess.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 16:54
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright. So, we're approaching the nucleus.
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Williard: Nothing on our tail this time, either.
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The Syringe moves in toward the external membrane of the nucleus. Its surface is made of a substance similar to coral, forming a shell around the nucleus.
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Ignatia: Hey, we haven't been in the same room for a while, have we?
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Eun-Choi: Guess not.
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Skye: Listen, Roscoe–
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Williard: Don't.
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Skye: Seriously, I'm sorry. I am! I didn't realize I made you feel so–
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Williard: You know what? You're lucky we're trapped down here. On the surface, I'd get your ass fired for what you did, you know that? You're a traitor and a threat.
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Skye: What? Is that what you think?
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Williard: Shut up! Shut up!
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A scuffle breaks out. Agent Williard starts moving toward agent Skye. Agent Eun-Choi takes initiative and grabs agent Williard before things get out of hand.
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Eun-Choi: Roscoe, hey! What's gotten into you?
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Williard: You lied! You lied, and I caught you!
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Eun-Choi: This is too far, Roscoe.
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Williard: Ivy- she- it's so stupid! Saying all that stuff- we can't just let her get away with it! It wouldn't be right!
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Skye: What stuff, Roscoe? Look, I'm sorry, he was a hallucination. I'm sorry you got caught up in–
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Williard: You know that's not what this is about! How can you not remember? It was yesterday!
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Skye: I couldn't find you yesterday. I thought you were avoiding me.
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Williard: What? Come on. She's just saying that. She had evidence, cold hard evidence, and she didn't come forward. Who knows what else she's been lying about. We can't trust her.
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Eun-Choi: Evidence of what, Roscoe?
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Skye: I'm sorry, uh- let's turn that off. Turn it o–
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End Log.
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Beneath the audio for the following progress report, continuous whispering is heard. The whispering is not in any known language. These whispers have since been labeled a Grade 6 Cognitohazard, so this transcript was compiled automatically and corroborated by agents Skye and Ignatia.
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Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 17:11
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright. It's over. We're done. It was all a big misunderstanding.
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Williard: This fucking place…
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Skye: Maybe if I spoke to you sooner–
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Williard: Now isn't the time for that. Get into positions, we're going into the nucleus.
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Agent Williard initiates the mechanism, and the Syringe drills into the nucleus. The drill shatters the coral, exposing a large chamber inside the shell. The whispers become audible, though no source is visible to the crew yet.
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Williard: We're in.
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Ignatia: It's completely empty. There aren't even any struts supporting all this open space.
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Skye: What was that?
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Eun-Choi: You see something, Ivy?
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Skye: I could have sworn I saw… never mind. I probably just hallucinated.
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Ignatia: I think so. There's just nothing, as far as the eye can see.
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They travel further into the nucleus. The whispers get progressively louder.
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Williard: I'm sorry, does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a bunch of gibberish.
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Eun-Choi: Yeah, I hear it too. Is someone whispering?
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Williard: I'm not crazy at least. It's coming from outside the hull, all around us.
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Ignatia: That can't be right. The headlights would be shining off something.
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Skye: Maybe something's busted.
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Williard: I checked every nook and cranny. The ship should be fine.
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Ignatia: Are those…?
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The Syringe's headlights land on a group of humanoid figures clinging together. They are buoyantly suspended in the cytosol, nude. Their mouths are in a perpetual state of motion, in sync with the whispers.
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Each agent's count of these humanoids varies, but all of them reported 30-70 visible. They form a tight, spherical mass. Despite the constant motion of the humanoids, the mass remains fixed in its location.
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Skye: Oh my god, those are people!
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Eun-Choi: They can’t be, can they? There’s no way they can breathe out there.
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Skye: What are they saying? I can’t make it out.
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Eun-Choi: Look at those eyes. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. We should get away from–
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The humanoids outside The Syringe simultaneously stop whispering and turn to face the crew, specifically agent Eun-Choi. This is believed to be when SCP-6218-Autumn materialized within The Syringe.18 The crew freezes in fear.
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Ignatia: W-what the hell?
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Williard: Fuck! Who the hell are you? Am I hallucinating?!
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Skye: Shit! I see him too! That makes no sense though, is this a mass hallucination?
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Eun-Choi: Wait, Jackson?
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6218-Autumn: Fun's over, time to leave.
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Ignatia: What the- Oh my god!
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The humanoids swim in the cytosol toward the Syringe. They place their hands on the hull and begin whispering again. These whispers are now known to directly manipulate SCP-6218-Autumn, but in the moment, the agents panic.
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Skye: What do we do?!
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Ignatia: They've got us surrounded!
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Williard: What about this guy?!
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Eun-Choi: Forget him, let's just get out of here!
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Eun-Choi switches off the tape as the humanoids begin to scratch at the hull. After that, agent Ignatia rams the Syringe against them. They do not resist, letting go as the Syringe moves. Agent Ignatia navigates out of the nucleus. The humanoids do not give chase. However, they maintain their gaze the entire time.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 18:00
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Begin Log.
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Eun-Choi: Alright? Alright. We're out of the nucleus now. Don't know who, or what those people were.
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6218-Autumn: Still on the radio, huh?
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Eun-Choi: I think they did something to our heads. We're all seeing my neighbor from college for some reason.
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Skye: His name is Jackson Autumn. He has blonde hair, and a beard, he's wearing a white shirt and cargo pants.
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Eun-Choi: Just like I remember.
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Skye: Lee, how did you know Jackson?
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Eun-Choi: I told you, it was a long time ago. I left him, and that life, behind.
Ignatia: Come on, I told you all about the guy I hallucinated. It's only fair.
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Eun-Choi: I just don't want to talk about it.
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6218-Autumn: Ah, this is getting boring. You want to know so bad? Fine–
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Eun-Choi: Shut up! You can't tell them!
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6218-Autumn: I was his dealer.
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Eun-Choi: No! You- wait, what?
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Williard: Really? Is that what you were being so cagy about?
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Skye: Lee, we're not going to judge.
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Eun-Choi: I- I'm glad you understand. Um, it's behind me.
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Williard: Okay guys, let's hustle! We need to make the surface before this thing's pulse reaches us. With our luck, it should be here tomorrow.
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End Log.
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Interview with SCP-6218-Autumn: Sept. 6 - 1:04
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Begin Log.
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6218-Autumn: Of course, bro, now what–
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Eun-Choi: Why are you still here?
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6218-Autumn: What, think I'm gonna vanish on you? That'd be stupid. I'd never do that to you.
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Eun-Choi: What are you?
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6218-Autumn: Ain't it obvious? I'm all in your head. A bad trip, if you will.
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Eun-Choi: Then why did I hear your voice when I played the tapes back?
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6218-Autumn: You listen to the tapes? You were there.
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Eun-Choi: Answer the question.
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6218-Autumn: I'm a real boy.
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Eun-Choi: How is that possible?
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6218-Autumn: Who cares? We get to hang out again! Don't you miss that?
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Eun-Choi: Tell me anyway. I'm curious.
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6218-Autumn: Curious. You always did look gift horses in their mouth, didn't you?
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Eun-Choi: I take it you're not gonna tell me.
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6218-Autumn: Yep. Now, my turn.
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Eun-Choi: That's not–
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6218-Autumn: Who died and made you king? No one, that's who. So here's my question; why are you playing the detective again? You don't belong beside these people. They're brave. They're smart. What are you?
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Eun-Choi: I don't know what I expected out of this. You were never gonna give me anything, were you?
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6218-Autumn: Come on, Lee. This ain't you. What happens when you get home, huh? Are you going back to your desk job? Why pretend to be someone you aren't? Let's just hit the v, like old times.
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Eun-Choi: Shut up. What do you know about this being?
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6218-Autumn: We are the Serpent.
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Eun-Choi: Finally. So what does this "Serpent" want?
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6218-Autumn: We want…
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SCP-6218-Autumn trails off.
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Eun-Choi: Jackson? Jackson! Answer the question!
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6218-Autumn: Sorry man, don't know what happened there. But we've been trying to tell you all along. We want you to leave.
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Eun-Choi: Why do you want us to leave though? There has to be a reason. Right?
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SCP-6218-Autumn does not respond.
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Eun-Choi: Dammit, Jackson… Alright, guess this is-
Eun-Choi: What's that supposed to mean? This was a waste of time.
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6218-Autumn: Lee? Is that you?
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Eun-Choi: Jackson?
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6218-Autumn: What's happening, man? Where am I?! I'm freaking out, dude!
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Eun-Choi: What? We're- no. No, you're trying to fuck with me, aren't you? Is this funny to you?
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6218-Autumn: Feels like my body isn't here! Am I dead? Is this hell?!
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Eun-Choi: Stop it. You can't be the real Jackson! He's dead!
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6218-Autumn: I'm burning up dude! It's freezing! Why are you- Stop it! No! You LEFT me!
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Eun-Choi: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
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Skye: Lee? What's happening?!
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Eun-Choi: I don't know! He's gone over the edge!
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6218-Autumn: Stop standing there and DO something! I need help!
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Skye: You aren't fooling anyone! You're not real!
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6218-Autumn: It hurts to think! It hurts to see! It hurts! Get OUT of me!
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Eun-Choi: What the hell do you even want from us?!
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SCP-6218-Autumn claws at his eyes.
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6218-Autumn: Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get hi–
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SCP-6218-Autumn falls to the ground and lays there for a moment, before slowly rolling over on his back.
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6218-Autumn: Forgive us.
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Eun-Choi: Jackson? What the hell was that?
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6218-Autumn: There are things that your kind will never comprehend.
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Skye: Lee, explain. Right now.
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End Log.
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Progress Report: Sept. 6 - 2:05
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Begin Log.
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Redundant information omitted.
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Eun-Choi: -and that's all I know, I swear!
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Ignatia: You thought it was a good idea to do this without telling anyone?
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Eun-Choi: I'm sorry, how was I supposed to know he'd go crazy like that?
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Ignatia: It was a bad idea from the outset! We don't know anything about him. He could have seriously hurt you!
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Williard: Enough. This isn't gonna get us anywhere. We need to figure out what to do next.
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Skye: Where is Jackson right now?
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Eun-Choi: Last I saw him was in my room.
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Skye: I'll watch him. You guys figure out the way back up.
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Ignatia: How much longer do we have?
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Eun-Choi: It's been 8 days. 6218-B's pulse could get here any minute.
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Ignatia: I'll be in the cockpit, then.
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Eun-Choi: Alright. Now what?
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Williard: Let's go with Ivy. I've got some questions for Jackson.
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End Log.
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Interview with SCP-6218-Autumn: Sept. 6 - 12:45
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Begin Log.
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6218-Autumn: -Come on. Is this really necessary?
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Eun-Choi: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Alright, so here's how it's gonna go this time. You're going to tell us what the fuck that was in my room.
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6218-Autumn: You weren't supposed to see it.
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Eun-Choi: That ain't gonna cut it this time.
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6218-Autumn: We can't tell you.
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Eun-Choi: Fine. Tell us who the serpent is.
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6218-Autumn: We’re everywhere, inside and out. We’ve been wrapped around this sphere for an eternity. And we will be long after your kind breathes its last.
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Skye:This sphere? So you're saying the universe is infinite after all?
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Williard: And you're keeping us in here like we're rats in a cage.
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6218-Autumn: Keeping you in? You think we're concerned about keeping you in? No, we're keeping it out. This sphere holds something sacred, something that's dying out. It isn't the same out there, if we let a single drop of it into the sphere, then all of this will have been for nothing.
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Eun-Choi: And what is this rare thing you're so worried about?
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6218-Autumn: Life! Life! Don't you see yourselves for what you are? You're so small, so naïve, so fleeting, lacking unity and lacking purpose, yet still brimming with indescribable feelings. You're a miracle, and you're trying to fuck it all up. Why? After everything we've done for you, why can't you just be happy with what you have?
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Eun-Choi: We have to know what's out there. It's our job.
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6218-Autumn: Like hell it is! What's curiosity gotten you, Lee? Huh? A life chasing ghosts? Goddammit, you were happier when you didn't know! You were happier without purpose! Then you just had to get all nosy, and it cost Jackson his life!
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Eun-Choi: You don't know that.
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6218-Autumn: I know everything about your life!
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Eun-Choi: Shut up, Jackson!
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6218-Autumn: Jackson is gone.
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Skye: Lee, what's he talking about?
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Eun-Choi: Fine, if you're so certain, tell me what happened to Jackson.
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6218-Autumn: There are things that your kind will never comprehend!
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Eun-Choi: So you do know! What happened in 1984!?
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6218-Autumn: I just told you we don't know a damn thing!
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Eun-Choi: No! I know that look! Jackson! Look at me! Look at me!
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Agent Eun-Choi rushes at SCP-6218-Autumn. His fellow agents attempt to intervene, but before any contact is made the Syringe lurches, knocking the crew to the floor. SCP-6218-Autumn laughs.
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Skye: What was that?!
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Williard: Did you do this?!
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6218-Autumn: It's here! At last!
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The Syringe lurches again, and agents Williard and Skye make for the cockpit. Eun-Choi stays behind. Skye grabs the tape recorder on her way out. SCP-6218-Autumn's cries grow quieter as she moves away from it.
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6218-Autumn: [indecipherable] –The blood! The blood!
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The crew met up with agent Ignatia in the cockpit, as SCP-6218-B's pulse overtook the Syringe.
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Williard: Amber! What's– [indecipherable]
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Ignatia: The damn current– [indecipherable] –don't know how much– [indecipherable] –Mary, full of grace– [indecipherable]
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The audio for the remainder of this tape is heavily distorted because of the tape recorder being jostled by the pulse's current. The remainder of the mission was recounted by the crew in the debriefing.
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End Log.
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Post-Mission Debrief
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Begin Log.
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Ignatia: I think the hardest part about the pulse reaching us was that we were so close to the surface. I'd just caught the first hint of daylight when the current started to hit us. Cytosol doesn't work like water, you know, it's more like molasses. But the current was as strong as any ocean shift.
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Skye: Still can't get over the dead fish.
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Ignatia: Right, right. The current was taking those dead fish from the bottom of the cell and flinging them at the hull. Next thing I knew, the current was pulling us along with them. It made us slam into that scaffolding, I think it was called a cytoskeleton.
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Williard: Yeah, the whole cell was caving in around us.
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Ignatia: Not that you could tell, it was dark as always. I had no time to react to the rubble. It's a wonder the whole thing is still airtight after all that. That never really made sense to me, because we shouldn't have made it out of there. I shouldn't have even been able to pilot the Syringe against that fucking current.
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Kovalenko: Hm. That explains the state of the ship. Now, the monster that was chasing you. Tell us what you know about that.
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Ignatia: I think that guy21 called it the blood, because that's what it was. Blood. I didn't get the best look at it, to be honest. I was just focused on getting us out of there as fast as possible. Whatever it was, it called out to me. I had to fight the urge to turn back because I knew if I did we'd all get swallowed up by it.
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Williard: I think it was trying to say it was sorry. For what, I don't know. I couldn't think straight, you know how it is in the field.
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Skye: I think it was more than that. I can't remember what it looked like at all. Every time I try my mind just wants to turn somewhere else. I start feeling cold for some reason. It must have done something to our heads.
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Kovalenko: And where do you think it went?
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Skye: I don't- hang on, why did it stop chasing us?
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Ignatia: I was sure it had us.
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Williard: It had us, you can still see the bite marks on the hull.
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Kovalenko: Bite marks? I didn't see any of those. I checked thoroughly. Could you be thinking of something else?
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Williard: No. It got us. Most of it was a blur, but I know that sound. That was teeth on metal.
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Kovalenko: I don’t know what to tell you. The ship was ruined, but there was nothing like that. Do you think it’s connected to what happened to Lee?
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Xi-5 doesn't respond.
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Kovalenko: I said, do you–
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Skye: No, I heard you. It's just… Who's Lee? Was he with Eta-5?22
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6218-Autumn: Lee Eun-Choi. The biologist we sent with you. The one who died.
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Williard: No, there were only three of us. Four if you count Jackson.
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Kovalenko: What?
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Ignatia: I don't know anyone named Lee. Not at the Foundation, at least.
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Kovalenko: Hold on, I need to review the–
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Professor Kovalenko turns off the tape.
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End Log.
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Through further questioning, it became apparent that Xi-5's memories of agent Lee Eun-Choi, as well as the collective memories of anyone who knew him, had been erased. None of them had been amnesticized. The only evidence that Eun-Choi existed is the physical documentation of his work (tapes, emails, notes).
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The O5 council met on September 11th to discuss what was to be done about SCP-6218-B. Instead of continuing research into SCP-6218, a plan was made which complied more closely with SCP-6218-B's demands. Provisional Site-6218 is still to be maintained, but knowledge of SCP-6218-B is restricted to clearance level 4.
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Star cluster NGC 6604, the current location of SCP-6240.
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Special Containment Procedures: The Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU) has been tasked with developing a permanent method of preventing SCP-6240 from reaching our solar system. Additionally, the IAU has been tasked with using contacts within both government and corporate space agencies to suppress public knowledge of SCP-6240.
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Any data regarding SCP-6240 or its effects that becomes publicly available is to be discredited by Foundation front media companies. Any parties which independently discover the existence of SCP-6240 are to be either amnesticized, or recruited into the IAU1.
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Description: SCP-6240 is an astronomical entity, previously categorized as Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. Images from the Foundation Orbital Observatory show it physically resembles a large nebula2, although it has displayed both the capacity to alter its shape, as well as to vastly accelerate and decelerate while retaining internal coherence. Given this, it is theorized that its appearance is a form of camouflaging mimicry.
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Due to its unusual nature, it is difficult to accurately judge the physical properties of SCP-6240. However, based on its size and radiance, traditional methods indicate a mass of between 2 × 10^32 kg and 2 × 10^33 kg3. Its movements can be more accurately assessed, and observation has indicated a maximum speed of approximately 0.5c4 and acceleration capable of reaching this speed after a matter of weeks.
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SCP-6240 seeks out and consumes stars, preferentially seeking those with sapient life within their solar system. It is currently impossible to effectively contain SCP-6240, or prevent it from continuing to consume stars.
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Discovery: SCP-6240 first came to the attention of the Foundation via an anthropological investigation of several Late Bronze Age civilizations. Analysis of astronomical data taken from archaeological studies of these civilizations revealed that all had recorded the disappearance of a bright star within the Pleiades cluster at the same time, in a manner inconsistent with supernova or any other known stellar phenomenon5. This was combined with data from numerous other cultures around the world of extant stars which are now no longer present, far more than could be explained by non-anomalous stellar decay.
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+Addendum 6240.1: The IAU’s6 request for full SCP Classification.
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+Request for SCP Classification
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Date: 1981/07/29
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Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner
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Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU)
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Anomaly: Discrepancy-22A1B736PY, the unexplained disappearance of stars.
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Reason for Classification: We at the IAU believe that this discrepancy may be the result of an unknown entity or entities that are somehow destroying stars. As this poses an obvious danger to the security of Earth, we suggest immediate classification as a full SCP object, as well as increased funding to our department. This funding will be used to recruit new team members to more thoroughly examine the historical record for data on this anomaly, and to monitor the stars for evidence of its current location, and proof that it remains active.
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Result: REQUEST DENIED
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Reason Given: There is at present no evidence that this anomaly currently exists, or, if it does that it poses a threat to Foundation operations or goals. Additionally, were it to exist, there is likely no action the Foundation could take at this time to contain it or to limit its actions in any way. As such, no additional funding will be given and research will be limited to passive astronomical observation and historical data analysis.
Event Description:Proxima Geminorum, a red dwarf, disappeared suddenly from the sky in a manner consistent with historical records of Discrepancy-22A1B736PY.
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Date of Occurrence: 1986/03/15
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Location: Visually, Proxima Geminorum was present within the Gemini constellation. Astronomically, it was the closest star to Earth at a distance of 3.17 light-years.
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Follow-up Actions Taken: Class 1 cover-up operation, with mass amnesticisation and alterations to publicly available data to amend records such that Alpha Centauri was always the closest star to Earth. All evidence of Proxima Geminorum removed from the public sphere.
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+Addendum 6240.3: Images taken as part of the investigation into Discrepancy-22A1B736PY.
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The area of sky containing Proxima Geminorum, before and after its disappearance.
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+Addendum 6240.4: The following is a video transcript of a meeting between the three Researchers of the IAU following the disappearance of Proxima Geminorum.
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Date: 1986/03/17
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Personnel Present:
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Dr. Doug Y. Fluv
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Dr. Edna Kowal
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Dr. Otto Warner
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<BEGIN LOG>
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<Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal are seated quietly at a conference table looking over the data on the Proxima Geminorum disappearance. Dr. Kowal is bouncing her foot up and down at a rapid pace. Dr. Fluv enters the room with a clipboard in hand. He tosses the clipboard on the table and sits down. He sighs.>
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Dr. Fluv: Well, then. It looks like our suspicions from a few years ago have been confirmed: something is eating the stars.
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Dr. Kowal: Yeah, this is one time where getting to say ‘I told you so’ doesn’t feel worth it.
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Dr. Warner: I think this calls for another request to the Director7 for official classification. We need funding and manpower so we can take immediate action and stop this thing from getting anywhere near Sol.
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<Dr. Fluv shakes his head.>
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Dr. Fluv: We don’t have time for that.
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Dr. Warner: What do you mean?
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Dr. Fluv: The Foundation’s focus right now is on covering up the disappearance. By the time they get around to investigating the cause, the sun could already be gone. We need to act fast, get some idea of what it is we’re dealing with here.
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Dr. Warner: So, what do you suggest we do? More or less every telescope on the planet has been pointed at where Geminorum was, and all they’ve seen is the dead husk of what used to be a star. Respectfully, you can’t just say we need to act. We need a plan.
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<Dr. Fluv puts his head in his palm and rubs his eyes.>
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Dr. Fluv: I know, I’m sorry. I don’t have any genius ideas. I just know we need to do something. Maybe there’s more to the historic records, something we’ve missed?
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Dr. Kowal: Maybe. I’ve exhausted all the conventional sources over the past four years though, so we’d need to start reaching out to anomalous groups. Somehow, I doubt the Director would be happy about that. I reckon he might prefer to see the sun disappear than have his reputation sullied dealing with ‘uncontained anomalies’.
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Dr. Fluv: Our first priority has to be on containing this thing, not keeping the bosses happy. Go for it, reach out to whoever you need to, and if he finds out, I’ll square things with Hirschilde.
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<Dr. Warner (who has been studying the Proxima Geminorum data) puts his finger up.>
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Dr. Warner: Hold on. I got something.
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<Dr. Warner leans over the table, his hands clasped. He shifts his attention between Dr. Fluv and Dr. Kowal.>
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Dr. Warner: Now, if we assume it's an entity consuming the stars and not just an invisible phenomenon, it should be possible to observe it. We didn’t manage to catch it after Geminorum disappeared, but maybe we just weren’t fast enough.
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Dr. Fluv: That doesn’t exactly help us. There’s a hell of a lot of space to cover and we can’t just pick points at random to search.
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Dr. Warner: No, but there’s only one route that should really concern us. We can track the path it would need to take to reach Sol, and have our telescopes sweep the area. If we don’t find anything, then at least we’ll have confirmed it’s not an immediate threat.
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Dr. Fluv: And if we do find something?
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Dr. Warner: Then we should have no problem getting that extra funding.
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<Dr. Kowal scoffs.>
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Dr. Kowal: Watch the Director keep ignoring us until the sun gets eaten.
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Dr. Warner: Don't jinx it, Kowal.
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<END LOG>
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+Addendum 6240.5: A new request for full SCP Classification was sent by the IAU on 1986/03/24.
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+Request for SCP Classification
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The entity responsible for Proxima Geminorum’s disappearance.
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Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner
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Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU)
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Anomaly: Discrepancy-22A1B736PY, the unexplained disappearance of stars.
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Reason for Classification: We have found the central cause of Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. This phenomenon was found near Proxima Geminorum after its disappearance. It is our belief that the image attached, captured by the Foundation Orbital Observatory, is enough to warrant an official classification, along with the expansion of the IAU and its resources.
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Result: REQUEST APPROVED
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The expansion of the IAU into a full department will begin immediately, with a resulting increase in funding and additional staff. Director Damien Hirschilde will also be taking a more direct role in the activity of the IAU going forwards, until such time that SCP-6240 is contained.
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+Addendum 6240.6: The following is a video transcript of a meeting between Dir. Hirschilde and Dr. Warner shortly after the expansion of the IAU was approved.
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Date: 1986/03/28
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Personnel Present:
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Dir. Damien Hirschilde
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Dr. Otto Warner
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<BEGIN LOG>
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<Dir. Hirschilde enters Dr. Warner’s office.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: Quite the new office you have here, Senior Researcher.
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Dr. Warner: That's weird.
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Dir. Hirschilde: What is?
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Dr. Warner: It’s nothing, sir. It’s just odd to be a ‘Senior Researcher’ after so long. I’m still used to being the one taking orders from the Seniors.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Ah, I get it. It took me a while to get used to it too, back in the day. But hey, you need to get used to authority if you’re going to be bossing around all the new Junior Researchers in the department.
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<Both of them chuckle, followed by a few seconds of silence.>
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Dr. Warner: All right, I presume you’ve already read what we have on SCP-6240, right?
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Dir. Hirschilde: Of course, SCP-6240 is my top priority right now. In fact, that’s the reason I’m here. I have some questions I'd like to ask you.
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Dr. Warner: Go ahead, I’m happy to help with anything I can, although I’m afraid there’s a lot that’s still a mystery to all of us.
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Dir. Hirschilde: So, it says here that you found out about this anomaly through analysis of archaeological studies, correct?
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Dr. Warner: Right.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Do these studies have any relevance to SCP-6240 as it is now?
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Dr. Warner: Pardon?
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Dir. Hirschilde: Well, this entity is a celestial object, something physical and real that’s actively out there and will be here in just a few years. I don't see what clay tablets from ancient civilizations add now that we have modern telescopes looking straight at this thing.
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Dr. Warner: Archaeological research has provided lots of valuable information so far.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Like what?
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Dr. Warner: Well, it let us know that this entity exists in the first place and well…
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<Dr. Warner seems unable to think of something.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: I thought so. And what about Dr Kowal? Don’t think I haven’t noticed her disappearing act. I know she’s out there associating with uncontained anomalies, no doubt getting more lies and myths than usable information.
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<Dr. Warner glances away.>
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Dr. Warner: I, uh, don’t know anything about that. What are you getting at here?
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Dir. Hirschilde: Look, I just want to make sure we have our priorities straight. There’s a lot of brainpower in this department now, and I want to keep it focused on things that can help in the real world, and not waste it chasing historical knick-knacks or superstitious mumbo jumbo.
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<Dr. Warner grimaces.>
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Dr. Warner: But that’s how we’ve always done things, and it’s always worked for us before. Dr. Fluv says-
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Dir. Hirschilde: Dr. Fluv isn’t in charge of this department. I am. And you’re in the big leagues now, Otto. The real Foundation. You can’t be chasing myths and nonsense anymore, we’ve got a world to save.
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<Director Hirschilde leaves the room.>
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<END LOG>
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+Addendum 6240.7: A transcript of an interview with POI-45SE8 regarding her experience with SCP-6240.
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Date: 1986/04/09
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Personnel Present:
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Dir. Damien Hirschilde
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Dr. Edna Kowal
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Foreword: Contradicting the Director’s orders, Dr. Warner was able to identify within the historic record anomalous individuals who claimed to have contacted SCP-6240. These individuals appeared very infrequently, usually after the disappearance of a star, and generally were already anomalous prior to contact. Based upon the theory that one or more of these individuals may currently exist, an attempt was made to contact one.
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Through the use of her contacts in the anomalous community, Dr. Kowal was able to discover POI-45SE, a Type-Blue9 who matched historic descriptions of those who had contacted SCP-6240. POI-45SE was under the care of individuals hostile to the Foundation10, however, Dr. Kowal was able to arrange for an interview, in exchange for a guarantee that information obtained would not be used to pursue containment of POI-45SE or GOI-3376. For this interview, she was accompanied by Director Hirschilde, to observe and ensure Foundation protocol was upheld.
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As part of the conditions of the interview, no video was permitted to the following. Transcript is based on audio-only logs, with supplemental descriptions from Dr. Kowal.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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<Dir. Hirschilde whispers to Dr. Kowal.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: Goddamit Kowal, there’s at least three psycho-spiritual entities in the room with us right now. I’m tempted to call in the big guns and put this whole place under containment.
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Dr. Kowal: Calm down, Director. We’re here to try and save the world. You can go back to chasing ghosts later.
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<Background audio of ambient conversation.>
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Dr. Kowal: We’re here for Balaska. I assume you know who we are?
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Unidentified Voice: Yeah, I know you. Remember the agreement, no funny business, and you can talk with what’s left of her. You have ten minutes, then you’re out of here. Got a problem with that?
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Dr. Kowal: Not at all.
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Unidentified Voice: Right this way then, Jailors.
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<Sound of background conversation fades into silence. Dir. Hirschilde gasps.>
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Dr. Kowal: Ah, Mrs. Balaska, I assume?
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POI-45SE: In a sense. I am what remains of her.
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<POI-45SE wore heavy clothing, including gloves and a veil which fully concealed her appearance. Additionally, the Keepers of the Dead had contained her within a Blavatsky-Anderson arcane boundary, a potent combination of physical and runic protections designed to prevent powerful hostile entities from crossing.>
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Dr. Kowal: We want to talk to you about the entity we’re calling SCP-6240. The entity that consumed Proxima Geminorum.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Damn it, Kowal, that’s classified information!
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<POI-45SE laughs.>
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POI-45SE: Your lies and your memory drugs have no power here, Jailor. Not among those with the true sight. I met the one you refer to, the hungering mouth that even now approaches.
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Dr. Kowal: Tell me about how you encountered the entity.
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POI-45SE: Very well. As I am sure you have surmised, I was a student of the metaphysical arts, and chief among my talents was my skill at astral projection. It was within the astral plane that I first glimpsed it.
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Dr. Kowal: Can you describe what you saw?
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POI-45SE: At first I saw only a great shining light upon the horizon, far distant but incredibly luminescent. And from it I sensed only hunger.
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Dir. Hirschilde: That doesn’t make sense. SCP-6240 has very low luminosity, that’s part of why it took so long for us to find.
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POI-45SE: Perhaps on the physical realm. Within the astral plane we leave our physical bodies behind, and become what many call the soul. It is our ‘body of light’, the part of us that makes us who we are, beyond mere flesh and mechanisms.
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Dr. Kowal: And SCP-6240 has one hell of a bright light.
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POI-45SE: Correct. Such a great light that I took it for a god or other celestial being. I assumed it had a mind and a voice, and that I could commune with it in some way. I was a fool.
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Dr. Kowal: What happened?
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POI-45SE: I found that it was but a mouth, immense and hungering. Upon drawing close to it I was devoured utterly, drawn in by its gravity and its sheer presence. For a moment, while my soul and my body were still connected, I caught a glimpse of what lies inside its maw.
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Dr. Kowal: What was inside?
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POI-45SE: Light. So much and so varied, more than I have ever seen before.
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Dr. Kowal: What does that mean?
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POI-45SE: I have seen beings that called themselves gods. I have spoken with immortals older than civilization, but I have never seen anything near as bright as what I saw in its maw. It is not a destroyer, it is a collector, and it is full of so much light from so many places. Alien lights from far distant worlds, and light that feels almost familiar. It contains worlds, and souls beyond counting, and now my soul numbers among them. I am there now, and I can only hope that the world within is not one of suffering.
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Dir. Hirschilde: But you’re still here, still talking to us. What do you mean that your soul is gone?
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POI-45SE: Am I still here?
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<At this point, POI-45SE removed her veil, and revealed that her skin, eyes, mouth, and all other visible parts of her were perfectly dark, resembling a three-dimensional shadow which absorbed all light that reached her.>
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<END LOG>
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+Addendum 6240.8: A transcript of a meeting of all senior staff at the IAU.
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Date: 1986/06/23
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Personnel Present:
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Dr. Doug Y. Fluv
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Dr. Edna Kowal
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Dr. Otto Warner
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Dir. Damien Hirschilde
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<BEGIN LOG>
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<Dir. Hirschilde clears his throat.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: It’s been three months since we got our first good look at this thing. Let's do a quick rundown, shall we? Dr. Warner, let’s start with your project, what’s the status of that bomb of yours?
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<Dir. Hirschilde gestures a gloved hand at Dr. Warner. Doctor Warner sighs.>
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Dr. Warner: Yes, in co-operation with our new recruits from the Rocketry Division and the Anomalous Weaponry Department we came up with a device that could, theoretically, destabilize spacetime around the anomaly, causing it to implode into a highly condensed state and hopefully either imprison or destroy it. We managed to get the device small enough to fit on one of the Ranginui-class rockets.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Excellent, have you launched yet?
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Dr. Warner: Um, yes.
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Dir. Hirschilde: So what happened? The rocket couldn't have reached SCP-6240 yet. The entity’s not even at the Oort Cloud.
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<Dr. Warner looks down.>
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Dr. Warner: There was an… incident. The acceleration pressures of the launch were too much for the device; it activated prematurely shortly after leaving the atmosphere. Didn’t achieve anything other than destroying the rocket it was launched on.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Well, at least we have a device capable of destroying it! I say we-
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Dr. Fluv: Wait a second, hold on. We’re taking huge risks trying to use any anomaly, much less one with that kind of destructive power. What if it had malfunctioned on the launchpad? And we didn't even know that it would actually work even if it did reach the entity. The scale of SCP-6240 is enormous and for all we know you might just piss it off.
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<Dr. Fluv gestures to Director Hirschilde.>
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Dr. Fluv: You authorized this?
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Dir. Hirschilde: Yes. Considering all the factors, I thought it stood a good chance of working. I’ve seen what this thing can do to people, if there’s a chance we can stop it, that’s worth a little sacrifice.
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<Dr. Fluv stands up, leaning both hands on the table as he stares at Director Hirschilde.>
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Dr. Fluv: Oh, so you’re the expert all of a sudden? I’ve been researching this thing for half a decade now while you told me not to worry about it. I’ve dedicated my whole damn life to saving this planet from the monsters that lurk out there in the dark, so don’t you tell me about sacrifice.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Doctor Fluv, I have had to put up with a lot from this team, but I will not tolerate insubordination! I am in charge here!
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<Dr. Fluv and Dir. Hirschilde stare each other down. Dir. Hirschilde grits his teeth.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: Now, please. Sit down.
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<Dr. Fluv takes a deep breath, then sits down.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: Good. Now, Dr. Warner, do you have any other ideas?
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Dr. Warner: Well, whichever weapon we use, the main issue at the moment appears to be getting it close enough to SCP-6240 before it reaches our solar system.
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Dir. Hirschilde: Do you have any suggestions on how we can do that?
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Dr. Warner: Well, I read your report on the encounter with POI-45SE. If she can reach SCP-6240 via the astral plane, I see no reason why we can’t do the same.
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Dir. Hirschilde: If you’ve read the report, you know what happened to her. I had a little taste of it myself.
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<Dir. Hirschilde removes the glove from his hand, revealing a pitch-black silhouette that absorbs all light.>
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Dir. Hirschilde: It's not something I think you’d care to experience. The hand still has a full sensation, but there’s also an odd empty feeling. I keep forgetting I have a hand there at all, until I force myself to remember.
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Dr. Kowal: I warned you not to touch her.
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Dir. Hirschilde: You did. But I thought that taking her back here to study was worth more than keeping your word with some organization of uncontained anomalies.
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Dr. Kowal: And look where that got you. I think the bigger issue here is that Balaska described how her soul was getting eaten by that monstrosity out on the astral plane. Any personnel that we send may not be able to get back.
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Dr. Warner: What if this is a risk we might have to take? We can’t astral-project a device; an object alone has no soul. This can only be achieved by sapient living beings.
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Dr. Fluv: If that's the case, then it's not useful. Unless we want to try wrestling SCP-6240 into submission.
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Dr. Kowal: Maybe we could find a weapon with enough of a soul to reach the astral plane? The Foundation has plenty of sapient people and objects with anomalous capabilities, maybe one of them-
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<Dr. Fluv shakes his head.>
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Dr. Fluv: No good. None of them have the firepower necessary to affect something of this sheer size.
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Dr. Warner: What about… an extension of the self? Could that work?
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Dr. Fluv: Care to elaborate?
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Dr. Warner: Think of a prosthetic arm, one that a person has had long enough to see it as a part of themselves. Could that transfer to the astral plane? If the user accepts that as a part of themselves, I'm sure it could work.
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Dr. Fluv: That sounds plausible. Perhaps we could just replicate your previous device as a prosthetic then?
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Dr. Kowal: No. If you pulled that off, it might let you take it to the astral plane, but it couldn’t touch the entity once it got there. Anything that works with energy or matter is out; those don’t exist on the astral plane. We need something that can target its soul.
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Dr. Fluv: That’s… problematic. What could, in theory, damage it?
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Dr. Warner: Perhaps we could use a memetic weapon? If we had a sufficiently potent meme, then, theoretically, we could transport it to the astral plane using our own minds as carriers. There we could infect the entity with something capable of killing or disabling it. I know of a few options we could consider.
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Dr. Fluv: Sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to killing this bastard alongside you all.
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<END LOG>
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+Addendum 6240.9: Termination Log 6240-01.
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+Request for SCP Termination
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Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner
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Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU)
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Anomaly: SCP-6240
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Reason for Termination: Imminent threat of human extinction.
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Method of Termination: Astral Projection of subject experts, and subsequent utilisation of memetic agents to terminate or immobilize SCP-6240.
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Result: REQUEST DENIED
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Reason Given: Director Hirschilde has determined that this method has a very low chance of success, and would likely result in the loss of valuable assets11 with little return. As such, the IAU is ordered to focus on researching alternative methods of termination that do not rely on the unstable mechanism of the astral realm.
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+Addendum 6240.10: The following document was added to the SCP-6240 file on 1986/07/15, without the permission of Director Hirschilde.
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SCP-6240 Deterrence Expedition
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Date: 1986/07/15
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Staff Present:
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Dr. Doug Y. Fluv
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Dr. Edna Kowal
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Dr. Otto Warner
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Foreword:
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We respectfully reject your orders, and have decided to continue on with the termination of SCP-6240, regardless of whether you grant permission or not.
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The following document is a transcript of our expedition into the astral plane to stop SCP-6240. There is a good chance we will not return, so Dr Kowal has set this document to automatically update based on data transmitted back from the astral plane via a device she obtained from the Keepers of the Dead. No D-Class or other personnel will be involved in this process, as we believe only those who are willing to sacrifice themselves should bear the journey.
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If we do not return, we are confident that the remaining members of the IAU will continue our work with the same efforts and talent they have shown so far. We, as the founding members of this department, know that they will continue to protect humanity from the abnormalities beyond the stars.
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I know the Director doesn’t approve and considers this an unnecessary risk. My colleagues and I feel that since our opinions are so little valued by the Foundation, our deaths would be no great loss. And if this works and we save the world, I’m sure you will overlook a little flouting of the rules.
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If this is our last goodbye, we would like to say that it has been an honor to serve the Foundation. May it continue to keep humanity in the light.
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Sincerely,
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Dr. Doug Y. Fluv
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Co-signed: Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Dr. Warner: Well, that was certainly a sensation like no other. Tell me, can one’s soul vomit?
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Dr. Kowal: I felt the same way my first time astral projecting. Just try to relax and let go of the physical, you’re thoughts and energy now, no pesky GI system to worry about.
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Dr. Fluv: Focus up, people. We’re on a mission. Otto, are you fit to continue?
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Dr. Warner: Uh, yes. I think I can manage.
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Dr. Fluv: Let’s move, then.
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<The three move towards SCP-6240, visible as an immensely bright light on the horizon. After an indeterminate12 amount of time they arrive.>
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<SCP-6240 appears as a very large and constantly shifting mass of light. While initially appearing uniformly bright, there are patterns visible upon closer viewing. Many of these are strange and otherworldly in form, but several appear human.>
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Dr. Fluv: OK, we’re not quite on the event horizon here, but we’re close enough to start trying to inject the weapon packages. Warner, start giving that thing everything you’ve got, and Edna and I will see if there’s anything we can learn from it. Damn shame we can’t bring equipment into the astral plane.
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Dr. Warner: No problem, sir.
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<Dr. Warner begins using ritual practices to generate cognitohazardous memetic imagery. Parts of his ‘body of light’ detach to form these symbols, which he then channels towards SCP-6240.>
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Dr. Fluv: It’s one thing looking through a telescope or at data. It’s quite another meeting this thing in person. It’s so damn huge. We have to stop this thing from reaching Earth, no matter the cost.
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Dr. Kowal: I’m open to ideas if you’ve got any.
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Dr. Fluv: Those shapes are strange; some of them almost look like people.
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Dr. Kowal: You’re probably right.
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Dr. Fluv: I assume they astral projected and got consumed.
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Dr. Kowal: Yes, I belie-
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Wait, I think I recognize one of them… Balaska!
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<Dr. Kowal starts moving forward.>
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Dr. Fluv: Wait, Edna! Get back here! It’s not safe!
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<Dr. Kowal approaches the SCP-6240 entity, moving an indeterminate distance closer, and speaks.>
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Dr. Kowal: Sofia Balaska. I can tell it's you. I don’t know if you’ll remember me, but I spoke with a part of you that was left behind. Can you talk?
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Unknown Voice: I… Yes, I can talk. You need to leave now, you are not safe here. I do not know you, but I promise that if you stay here much longer you will never leave.
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Dr. Kowal: Would that be so bad? What’s it like in there?
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Unknown Voice: It is a trap, a poison, a sinkhole of immense proportion. It takes in light and souls and digests it, turns us into fuel for its travels and substrate for its thoughts. It is empty and cares for nothing save itself.
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Dr. Kowal: Shit. Can we get you out of there? Maybe if one of the cognitohazards works we can pull you out.
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Unknown Voice: No. It’s too late for me. I was consumed only recently, but already I feel myself unravelling to join the mass that roils below. You must run, before it is too late.
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<Dr. Kowal nods, and attempts to retreat, but finds herself unable.>
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Dr. Kowal: Well, that’s not good. Doug, Otto; can you hear me?
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Dr. Fluv: Loud and clear, Edna. Sound seems to travel far here, thankfully.
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Dr. Kowal: So you heard the bad news then. Another fun little detail, it looks like I’m stuck here, at least until we can kill this thing. I’m not being pulled in any closer, but I can’t get away either.
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Dr. Fluv: We’ll get you out, don’t worry. Any luck on your end, Otto?
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Dr. Warner: Sadly not. Its mind is too simple for anything complex, and too vast for any of the more basic agents to be effective. I think the souls contained within it fuel it somehow, I’d need a memetic agent powerful enough to convince trillions in a single maneuver, an action which seems near impossible… I’m sorry. I will keep trying.
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Dr. Fluv: Damn right you will. It might seem stationary from where we are, but this thing is moving towards Earth at a million miles a second, we have to find some way to stop it.
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Dr. Kowal: Balaska, you said that it uses your minds as a substrate for its own thoughts. Does that give you any control over it? What if all the light inside it decided it should move somewhere else?
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Unknown Voice: That’s not how this works. There’s too many minds, too many differing opinions. And I think most are happy with things as they are. They’re too dissolved to care much about anything, and the more that is consumed, the more the burden is shared.
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Dr. Fluv: Now there’s something… Otto, what if instead of infecting the overmind, we got into the minds inside, changed how its inner light thinks.
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Dr. Warner: Well, that’s theoretically possible, but it would need to be an incredibly potent yet simple idea to transmit through the sheer quantity and diversity of the minds contained within. And that’s putting aside the issue of how we would get the idea in there to begin with.
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Dr. Fluv: I think that's something I can figure out. You have ways to generate new memetic agents, right? Ways to make ideas contagious?
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Dr. Warner: Yes, it’s a fairly simple process. What idea did you have in mind?
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Dr. Fluv: It’s hard to explain. I have it in my head, start the ritual and you’ll see for yourself.
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Dr. Warner: Very well.
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<Dr. Warner begins performing the ritual. In the process, he reaches out towards Dr. Fluv’s ‘body of light’ and alters structures within, imbuing a part of him with sigils designed to greatly enhance a memes ability to spread via anomalous means.>
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Dr. Kowal: What’s happening? What are you doing?
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<The ritual is completed, and Dr. Fluv begins moving towards Kowal.>
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Dr. Fluv: It’s time for you two to head back, if this doesn’t work the IAU will need you to figure out what to do next.
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<Dr. Fluv moves past Dr. Kowal and continues on towards SCP-6240.>
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Dr. Kowal: What are you talking about? What did you do?
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Dr. Fluv: I’m giving this monster the most powerful idea I have, the one I hold true above all others. Earth is precious, and must be kept safe. You two must go now. The future of the IAU is now in your hands. It was an honor to work alongside your brilliant minds, and I know that you all will make great progress without me.
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Dr. Warner: Wait, Doug! No!
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Dr. Fluv: Long live humanity. Long live the IAU. Long live the Foundation.
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<Dr. Fluv crosses the event horizon of SCP-6240 and is consumed. While SCP-6240 is distracted by this, its gravitional forces diminish, allowing Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal to return to their physical bodies.>
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<END LOG>
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+Addendum 6240.11: Status of SCP-6240 as of 1986/07/20.
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Following the events of 1986/07/15, SCP-6240 has been observed to have changed course and is now heading towards Alpha Centauri. While the immediate threat has passed, SCP-6240 remains active and is considered a high risk threat. As a result, the IAU will continue its attempts to identify a long term means of safely containing SCP-6240, and retrieving those entities which it has consumed.
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Damien Hirschilde has been removed from his position as Director of the IAU. As the most senior member of the team, Dr. Fluv would generally have been appointed to this position, but due to his current condition this is presently impossible. As a result, Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal have been made Joint Acting Directors of the IAU until such time as he recovers.
The surface of SCP-6378 from space, observed by the NASA MESSENGER probe.
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Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to work with worldwide space research agencies to ensure that there are no civilian missions to land on the surface of SCP-6378 in the forseeable future. If such a mission is deemed inevitable for any reason, the Foundation is to collaborate closely with the involved space agencies in ensuring that all collected data is replaced with artificial simulated data produced by the Foundation Department of Geology.
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Description: SCP-6378 is a large spherical object orbiting the sun at a distance of approximately 0.4 AU, known to the public as the planet Mercury. It consists of a crust and mantle composed of mostly silicate rock, and a large metallic core.
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The surface of SCP-6378 consists of billions of individual surface features resembling life-size human hands. Each hand appears to be unique, and in different poses.
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Despite being composed of stone, the surface features are capable of slow movement. The change over time is small enough to be unnoticable to the casual observer. Additionally, damaged parts of SCP-6378‘s surface will slowly regenerate over time.
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Seismic data gathered by recent Foundation missions suggest that the subsurface layer of SCP-6378 contains multiple cavities, the shapes of which outline the figures of human bodies piled together in a disorderly fashion. These bodies are not connected to the hand-shaped features on the surface, and each one appears to be missing its hands.
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Discovery: The anomalous properties of SCP-6378 were discovered in 1987, when the Foundation research probe SIEGEL-009 landed on the surface of Mercury. The mission was conducted as part of Project ASTRA, a series of space missions dedicated to gathering information on extraterrestrial anomalous activity across the solar system before civilian missions could be conducted. Immediately after the first photographs from the surface of SCP-6378 were received, Mercury was classified as an SCP object and the current containment procedures were drafted.
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Addendum 6378-01: Excerpt from the transcript of Data File AT013-20110208-0011
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[BEGIN LOG]
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The camera focuses on an area nearby, where the hand-shaped surface features are moving at a significantly faster rate than average. The surface features appear to be moving away from a single point, leaving an empty gap in the middle.
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The view zooms in on the area around the point the surface features are moving away from. Between the hands, a small, previously unseen surface feature is visible.
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The camera focuses on the new surface feature. It appears to be in the shape of an infant human hand.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 6378-02: According to photographic data of SCP-6378's surface, it is estimated that the total number of hands composing the surface of SCP-6378 is at approximately 230 billion. It has been noted that this roughly corresponds to twice the estimated number of humans that have ever existed. The significance of this is unknown.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Case closed in 1940 with the dissolution of GoI-001; remains and associated evidence safely disposed of.
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DESCRIPTION:The anomaly is the collective designation for forty-three hominoid remains discovered in various locations in Chicago, United States of America, through the winter of 1925. Forty-one corpses were of the same species of before, while the remaining two were an elderly human man and woman.
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The corpses suffer from a unique nomenclatural anomaly, restricting the terms and names to which they can be referred, including in this written documentation. In addition, none of the corpses can be identified; they do not lack identifiable traits, but none of these traits can be used to differentiate any of the corpses from the others or to assign any a particular or unique identity. The exact nature and bounds of this anomaly are currently under investigation, but are consistent with other nomenclatural hazards in anomalies associated with the good forest folk.
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby
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SUBJECT: Birken 'Bloodhound' Nowakowski, former associate with GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit").
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«BEGIN EXCERPT»
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Birken Nowakowski
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NOWAKOWSKI: You're not getting fucking nothing out of me.
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SHELBY: You don't even know what we want.
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NOWAKOWSKI: Whatever it is, copper. Fuck that. Nothing.
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SHELBY: Come now. You know what happens when you don't cooperate.
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NOWAKOWSKI: Nah, 'cuz it's, you don't fuckin' understand, do you? I can't, Chappell got his own magic. He knows when someone rats to the cops, somehow, and he takes care of them.
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SHELBY: He's in fuckin' jail, Birk, he can't get to nobody anymore. And not no Sing-Sing, either. I'm not a copper. We've locked him up good and deep and thrown away the key. He might as well be dead - but so will you, if you don't answer the fucking questions.
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NOWAKOWSKI: What the grinning fuck do you even want to know about?
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SHELBY: Bout… thirteen years ago, 1925, there was a string of gangland executions across the winter in the city. We found bodies that you and I both know aren't human. We're not coppers, but we wanna know what happened, and how they got here.
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NOWAKOWSKI: Ah, fuck. That was ugly business, copper. Very ugly. And if you know what they were, you know you're better off not investigating.
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SHELBY: Start talking.
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NOWAKOWSKI: Smoke?
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SHELBY: Feel free.
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[Pause.]
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NOWAKOWSKI: Where you from?
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SHELBY: Chicago, born and bred.
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NOWAKOWSKI: Yeah, whatever that means. This city was built on immigrants, you know. We paved the streets you walk on.
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SHELBY: You've never done an honest day's work in your life.
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NOWAKOWSKI: And we didn't just build the city. We did all the dirty jobs nobody else wanted. And for it we got thrown pittances, sent to live in tin shacks by the river and wallow in our filth.
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SHELBY: Shame.
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NOWAKOWSKI: And we built the culture too. Me, I'm Polish on me dad's side. We brought our culture here in boats and in carriages and held it in tenements.
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SHELBY: Not exactly many options, seeing as what'd gone on in Europe prior.
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NOWAKOWSKI: That's the thing, though. I might be a Pole from my dad, but I'm Irish from me mum's. That's why Chappell had me doing the work. And- I'm no pussy, but Chappell is fucking terrifying. Ruthless fucker, and I barely knew him. The kind of guy who makes everyone stand as soon as he walks in. He looked me in the eyes, knees shaking and my guts screaming at me to fucking run away from this devil-man, and told me he needed a man with Irish blood.
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SHELBY: Irish blood to do what?
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[Pause.]
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NOWAKOWSKI: Poles saved our culture from the war by bringing it to America, but the Irish? They brought something else entirely.
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The cadavers resemble bipedal humanoids with six limbs (a dominant pair of arms above a smaller secondary pair, accompanied by two digitigrade legs). All were dressed in suits and dresses appropriate to the era, modified to fit their unique physical structures. Skin was furred and soft to the touch, while the face contained six eyes in an equidistant arch. An elongated facial structure and large bone spurs on the back completed the largest external differences from baseline humans (internal skeletal and organ structure was significantly different, such as several unique organs).
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby
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SUBJECT: Cillian O'Malley, member of Chicago's North Side Gang1
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«BEGIN EXCERPT»
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Cillian O'Malley
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O'MALLEY: What, just because I'm Irish I'm a drunkard? That's what it is?
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SHELBY: Relax. I'm not a copper.
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O'MALLEY: Yeah, ain't that what the coppers say before they break down the door to your fuckin' speakeasy?
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SHELBY: I don't give a fuck, okay? I don't give a fuck if you're brewing moonshine in your bathtub or running rackets. That's not what I'm here for.
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O'MALLEY: Then what the fuck do you want?
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SHELBY: Tell me why you came to America, O'Malley.
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O'MALLEY: What?
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SHELBY: You heard me. You served in the war, didn't you?
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O'MALLEY: Yeah. Royal Irish Regiment. Then I got shot and they told me to fuck off back home.
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SHELBY: Which you did, naturally. And then you got into some trouble.
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O'MALLEY: Trouble, fuck trouble. Standing up with my fucking countrymen, that's what. Englishman have been fucking us since as long as they can remember and then they want t-
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SHELBY: I get it. You were big during Easter and took up arms with the IRA. Fenian through and through.
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O'MALLEY: How the fuck do you know all this?
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SHELBY: You got some help, didn't you? During the Revolution.
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O'MALLEY: The Germans, you mean?
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SHELBY: No. An older, more natural people.
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[Pause.]
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SHELBY: I know about the bodies, O'Malley. And Hy-Brasil has floated past the Cliffs of Moher every seven years for the better part of three centuries. The emerald tribes are inextricably tied with Ireland - so how did they get to Chicago?
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O'MALLEY: I…
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SHELBY: Be honest with me.
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O'MALLEY: We made a deal with them. A group of them, not the main ones on the island. Seditionists. They don't like humans at the best of times, but the war was hard on them too. Lots died. They wanted to leave, and they gave us the magic we needed. We didn't win the war 'cause of no fucking charms, mind you. It didn't swing it one way or the other - it just let me and other good men survive where we otherwise would have bled out in the mud. Saved our lives.
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SHELBY: And then you chose the wrong side after the treaty was offered.
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O'MALLEY: Yeah. They were going to have me shot, but I have friends on the docks, and we snuck onto a boat to New York harbor. Right there on the docks, the fuckers appeared out of thin air. Said it was time for me to pay. So there we set out - hundred-odd men and two score honorable creatures of the hills hiding below deck.
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SHELBY: Okay, New York then. But how do you get to Chicago with 40 people of the mound that can't touch iron?
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O'MALLEY: I have cousins that settled there right after the Great War ended. Cowards, but they knew when to get out. Called in a few favors, had them packed into crates like fish and taken by boat over the St. Lawrence and the Lakes to Chicago.
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SHELBY: What year was that?
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O'MALLEY: 1924, must've been.
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SHELBY: Right, and after they arrived in Chicago?
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O'MALLEY: After that, I don't fuckin' know. I just brought them here. I didn't proper join the North Siders until three years after that, and that business was long since over by then. Good fuckin' thing, too.
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SHELBY: Why's that?
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O'MALLEY: There's a reason the Outfit refuses to deal with magic shit like the Spirit did. I mean, look at what happened to Chappell, yeah? You ever met Chappell?
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SHELBY: No, but I'm familiar with him.
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O'MALLEY: I did, once. He had a meeting with Duggan, discussing whiskey bootlegging or something. He walked in, and- in this business, everybody who's anybody has a little blood on their hands. This guy walked in, filled the doorframe, and he wasn't carrying a piece, he wasn't smiling, nothing. But I could tell this guy had done some heinous shit. This guy didn't have the blood of some men on his hands, this guy was drenched in cities worth of blood and he'd do it again in an instant. You just know it by looking at him.
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[Pause.]
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O'MALLEY: He won our little war, and look what still happened to him. The wild business is cursed business.
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In the winter prior to the discovery of the bodies across Chicago, a minor turf war had broken out between the Chicago Spirit and the North Side Gang for control of the Chicago Docks. As the Irish-American majority of the North Side Gang had roots reaching back to Ireland, it is theorized that the wild ones had been in their association, offering their unique magical services in return for work and protection from the authorities.
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby
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SUBJECT: SCP-032-ARC: Charles Derringer, former lieutenant of GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit")
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«BEGIN EXCERPT»
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SCP-032-ARC
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DERRINGER: The war with the North Side Gang, eh? That was over a decade ago, why do you care now?
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SHELBY: No reason important to you, shitheel. And I'm the one asking the questions here.
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DERRINGER: Sure, sure. But just remember, I'm the guy who can break your bones from the inside.
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SHELBY: Yeah, and I'm the guy who tells the warden how many hours of sunlight you deserve. Right now, that number is zero.
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DERRINGER:[Laughter] I like you! So, the war. Well, I say war, it was more like a massacre. But they instigated it, remember that. The Spirit never attacked nobody who didn't have it coming.
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SHELBY: Yeah, sure, honor among thieves or whatever. So what did they do?
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DERRINGER: The micks? Oh, that was just business. They were holding up our trucks and lifting our whiskey at the docks. We couldn't exactly go to the cops - the Outfit still controlled the police, back then - so we sent a couple guys over with street sweepers and, well, took care of the problem.
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SHELBY: You couldn't have expected that not to result in a revenge killing.
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DERRINGER: We didn't. That's how these things work. They were testing us, probing us - probing Chappell - for weakness. Chappell's never been weak in his god-damned life, and he made sure they knew that by whacking a couple of their guys to send a message.
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SHELBY: A message.
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DERRINGER: "Don't fuck with the Spirit". And Spirit messages are like nothing you've ever seen - I handled that one personally. Let's just say that the funeral for those paddies was cheap - no need for a coffin when you can fit what's left of 'em into a pickle jar.
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SHELBY: Jesus. So what was the problem?
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DERRINGER: We didn't know they'd been working with the fucking ones of the brush. I mean, we'd heard of them, but we'd never seen one before, and we didn't exactly look before we started shooting. So we found five dead men and one of… those things. We didn't know what to make of it.
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SHELBY: Did the North Siders back down?
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DERRINGER: Oh, yeah. Like I said, it's business to them. It's how the game is played. For the creatures from a mythical-fucking-fantasy-land where honor is supreme? It was the start of a blood feud. They don't understand how we do business, and we sure as hell didn't understand how they did war. Wasn't long before we found the first body on our doorstep.
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SHELBY: You're no strangers to revenge killings, though. What was different about this one?
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DERRINGER: We didn't know who it was.
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SHELBY: A stranger?
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DERRINGER: No, one of our boys. Just none of us could say who.
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[Pause.]
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DERRINGER: They took his fucking name. All you have in this business is your life, your gun, and your name. They took his name, and then took his life with his own gun. After that, what do you have?
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SHELBY: Nothing.
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DERRINGER: That's right, nothing at all. There were two more bodies like that before Chappell called a meeting with the other lieutenants.
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SHELBY: Who else was there?
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DERRINGER: Me, Wheels, Sawteeth, Fitz. His oldest men. We'd all been working with him since we were kids, and we were fucking terrified of him.
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SHELBY: I thought you respected him.
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DERRINGER: I did. I do. But that doesn't stop me from fearing him. If you can sit down next to a man who can destroy you, utterly, from the inside-out like Richard Davis Chappell can without pissing yourself at least a little bit, you're either the bravest man alive or the craziest.
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SHELBY: The meeting, Charles.
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DERRINGER: Right. Well, it was clear what needed to be done. We needed to solve the Gaelic problem, once and for all
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The corpses were discovered in various locations around Chicago, particularly concentrated into the North Side of the city near the waterfront. The full list of discovery locations is available here, but in general most were locations that were hidden enough not to alarm civilians or attract police attention, but would invariably be discovered by the destitute poor and the local criminal element. Three were found impaled through flagpoles, and one was crucified. Several were found in meat freezers and iceboxes in butchers' shops associated with the North Side Gang. Upon autopsy, it has been determined most died from internal injuries sustained as a result of their placements; that they had been left to die on display. This method of execution is consistent with several past instances of the Chicago Spirit using corpse placement to send a message to their enemies.
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby
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SUBJECT: Mother Alessia Ricci, Aradian Witch residing in Chicago.
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Alessia Ricci
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RICCI: This is neutral ground. I do not ascribe myself to the squabbles of any of the street criminals.
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SHELBY: But you do take jobs from them.
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RICCI:[Pause] Yes. Hexes, rituals, charms.
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SHELBY: They say you can steal souls. Sell them to the devil.
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RICCI: You mustn't believe in rumours, Jailor.
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SHELBY: Wha-
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RICCI: I am a witch. What were you expecting?
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SHELBY: … Fair enough. I thought witches operated in covens.
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RICCI: That's a tradition of the mother country. But as you very well know, things are different in America. Whores walk in the streets, children work in the factories, and witches do not have covens.
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SHELBY: Okay. Well, I wanted to ask you about a series of rituals you performed many years ago. In the service of Mr. Chappell of the Chicago Spirit.
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[RICCI utters a quick chant]
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RICCI: Now that is a devil I have had dealings with.
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SHELBY: What did he do?
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RICCI: I do not know, I do not read people's sins. But I can see souls, and his is twisted, gnarled black - like the root of a rotting tree. All contained in a well-dressed, tall and shaven package. The dissonance is frightening when you realize there is truly nothing behind those black eyes.
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SHELBY: He hired you that winter for what, exactly?
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RICCI: Lifting the magic of the Faefolk.
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SHELBY: Wait, you can-
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RICCI: Yes, I can speak their name. If I were not capable of lifting the charm for myself, I could not do it for others. But, Mother Aradia, did it take some doing.
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SHELBY: I'm not too familiar with the mechanics of magic, so if you'll spare me the details…
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RICCI: Of course. The long and short of it is that I worked for weeks to find a countercharm for the name-magick that runs through the blood of every single Fae. Something that would allow them to be identified; targeted.
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SHELBY: It appears you did.
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RICCI: Yes, in an old Tuscan grimoire from the 15th century. Written by a monk who had travelled to Ireland, then to a floating island that only appears once every decade.
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SHELBY: Hy-Brasil.
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RICCI: Indeed. He discovered ancient - predating Man, Faefolk, even the Children - secrets on how to defend against the Fae and returned from his journey with his name intact.
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SHELBY: So how did you apply it, exactly?
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RICCI: I had spent weeks building materials for a strong enough ritual to cast over the main area of downtown, but things changed at the last minute.
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SHELBY: How?
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RICCI: One of Signore Chappell's caporegimes burst through the door, whispering something into his ear. His face was utterly impassive. And then he walked over to me and told me that the plan had changed. By chance, they had all collected themselves into one building. I needed only cast the ritual over that building to strip them of their abilities, their powers - their identities.
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The two human corpses suffer from the same nomenclature anomaly as the rest of the corpses, but are entirely human. Both are white and in their late 70s, one male and one female. Unlike the others, they were not displayed after execution; their bodies were simply sent to the morgue after reports of machine gun fire at a tenement apartment in northern Chicago prompted a police response, discovering the pair shot dead in a ruined apartment riddled with bullet holes.
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INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby
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SUBJECT: SCP-046-ARC: Richard Davis Chappell, founder and former boss of the Chicago Spirit.
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«BEGIN EXCERPT»
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SHELBY: So I've gotten the rest of the story from the others, Mr. Chappell, but there's one thing nagging at me.
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CHAPPELL: Do tell.
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SHELBY: Why would the enchanted ones of the woods suddenly collect themselves in one spot, ripe for the taking?
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CHAPPELL: Well, Charlie told you, didn't he?
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SHELBY: How did you-
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CHAPPELL: I might not be able to take action, Agent Shelby, but I still know when I'm being discussed. Anyway, it was because it was tactically advantageous for them. Or so they thought. Morons.
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SHELBY: How would taking a random elderly couple hostage be advantageous?
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CHAPPELL: If they weren't random.
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SHELBY: Who, then? Someone you knew?
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CHAPPELL:Those ones from Emerald Isle, you know. Fenian fucks. Care an awful lot about honor and family and clan. Well, they banked on that. They thought that if they couldn't get to me, they'd get to the next best thing.
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SHELBY: What are you saying, Mr. Chappell?
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CHAPPELL: I'm saying that even though they were stripped of their personhood just like the Fae, I can still tell you the names of the humans.
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SHELB█: Who?
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CHAPPELL: Arthur and Elizabeth Chappell.
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[Silence.]
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S█EL█Y: Are you-
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CHAPPELL: Yes, Agent Shelby. Deadly. They tried to use my old man and woman. They didn't know who they were dealing with. Richard Chappell has no fucking weaknesses.
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██E██Y: You're a monster.
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CHAPPELL: No, Seras Makkalay Barrom, I'm much worse than that. I'm a human, you fucking fairy scum.
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[Screaming]
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██████: How… how did you…?
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CHAPPELL: Was that your big fucking plan? Steal some agent's name, take on his appearance, figure out what happened to all your fucking paddy kin? Take your revenge on me, unarmed in jail?
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██████: I…
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CHAPPELL: Stupid fucking animal. I take your name, Seras Makkalay Barrom, and I damn you to hell.
REMINDER FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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You are viewing an outdated document archived on April 30, 1995.
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Item #: SCP-6384
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Level 4/6384
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Object Class: Euclid
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Classified
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Assigned Site
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Site-56
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Dir. Florian Robin
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Rs. Melissa Mitchell
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MTF E-33 "Ford Pintos"
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SCP-6384.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6384 is to be contained in Site-56's Vehicle Containment Garage. SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B are to be stored in separate low-level biohazard containers.
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SCP-6384-1 and PoI-6384 are to be contained in separate humanoid chambers, following standard solitary confinement procedures.
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Initiatives are currently active to re-engineer production of SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B for Foundation usage.
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Description: SCP-6384 is a 1992 Hanwoo Harmony passenger sedan outfitted with a vaporous dispersal device in its exhaust system. At the time of initial containment, the machinery contained approximately 2.8 liters of a blue-colored liquid, designated SCP-6384-A. Approximately 3.5 liters of a different green-colored liquid, designated SCP-6384-B, were discovered hidden in the vehicle's trunk.
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Both substances possess unknown chemical composition of presumed anomalous origin. For further information concerning SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B, see Addendum 02.
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During initial containment of SCP-6384, two adult males named "Vernon Douglas" and "Ian Zambrano" were identified as responsible for the phenomenon. Interrogation revealed Douglas to be the self-confessed inventor of substances SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B; they were designated as SCP-6384-1 due to their involvement. Zambrano's relation to the SCP substances could not be ascertained; they were designated as PoI-6384.
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Addendum 01: SCP-6384 was discovered in damaged condition on March 25, 1995 by civilian law enforcement in Slipchester, Nevada, USA. Preliminary examination of SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B revealed their anomalous composition. Undercover Foundation operatives recognized the anomaly and transferred the vehicle and compounds to Site-56 for containment; amnestics were administered to civilian law enforcement as necessary.
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Foundation agents reviewed the collision report and identified SCP-6384-1 and PoI-6384 as the two occupants; Mobile Task Force Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos") was dispatched to retrieve both individuals from a local hospital. Both were contained successfully following a brief altercation.
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SCP-6384-1.
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Transcript 6384-1
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Interviewer: Agent Ronald Register
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Interviewed: SCP-6384-1
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Date: March 27, 1995
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<Begin Log>
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Register: Mr. Douglas, we believe you to be the individual responsible for crashing a motor vehicle into a roadside ditch last week on, uh… the 25th?
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SCP-6384-1: Correct, one of my tires blew out.
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Register: We did an inspection on your vehicle, it seems to us that-
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SCP-6384-1: Wait, wait, why did you-
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Register: Let me finish, Mr. Douglas. We have reason to believe that you modified your car to spray a potentially hazardous substance onto pedestrians and other motorists.
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SCP-6384-1:Spray? I'm… not sure what you mean by that?
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Register: It was built into the tailpipe, it would've sprayed gallons of that stuff as you drove down the road.
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SCP-6384-1: I'd never do anything like that… build anything like that. Are you sure you have the right person?
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Register: With all due respect Mr. Douglas, it's your car. I have the police report right here. Would you like to see it?
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SCP-6384-1 does not answer.
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Register: Moving on, we took a look at the substances, there were two of them, as you'd know. We haven't been able to identify what they are, exactly. I'm sure you'd have an idea on their actual origin.
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SCP-6384-1 remains silent.
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Register: You may not look like someone who'd commit a biohazard attack on US soil, but we still-
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SCP-6384-1: It's… it's designed to make people forget things. It's an "amnesiac" drug.
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Register: Could you elaborate?
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SCP-6384-1: The… blue stuff that looks like antifreeze? It goes in the- the sprayer, as in-
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Register: Ah, so you do admit to spraying people with-
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SCP-6384-1: Not like that, sir. Not like that. It's just… makes people forget the last hour or so.
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Register: Why would you need the people around your car to forget the last hour?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: Let me repeat the question, Mr. Douglas. Why do you need the pedestrians around you to forget the hour before you drive by them?
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SCP-6384-1 remains silent as they begin to sweat.
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Register: Hmm… moving on to another question. You said that this "amnesiac" substance was the green liquid, correct?
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SCP-6384-1: No… blue. The green liquid's meant to be a… it's kinda like an "antidote" for the blue. I'd drink about half a pint1 before starting the car.
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Register: You're supposed to drink it?
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SCP-6384-1: The green stuff, yeah. I called it "Mountain Dew", because I added some flavoring to make it more palatable. I used to drink the blue juice when I first developed it, but it was really strong, so I eventually figured that spraying it as a mist was enough.
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Agent Register nods his head.
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Register: Let me ask you this, Mr. Douglas. Where did you obtain these chemicals?
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SCP-6384-1: I… um… made them myself… took a lot of trial and error.
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Register: Don't worry, Mr. Douglas. We have all day for you to elaborate on this process.
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SCP-6384-1: Look, um… could I speak to an attorney or something? I don't think you read me my rights, either.
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Register: That won't be possible right now, Mr. Douglas. What was the process you took to produce these chemicals?
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Silence.
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Register: Let's change the subject. The accident report states that there was another man present with you in the car during the crash. Name's "Ian Zambrano". What is your relation to this man? How much does he know about the chemicals?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: If you two are… engaged in alternate lifestyles, that's not something we oppose.
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SCP-6384-1: I'm not a homosexual. Z's just a… friend of mine.
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Register: "Z" for Zambrano?
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SCP-6384-1: Correct. He… um… well…
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Register: He is aware of their memory-affecting properties?
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SCP-6384-1: Look, I told you that I wanted to speak to an attorney. Where's my public defender?
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Register: That won't be possible right now, Mr. Douglas. Mr. Zam-
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SCP-6384-1: What are you- what're you talking about? You're not cops? Or- or federal agents?
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Register: Mr. Douglas, how much does Mr. Zambrano know about the chemicals? Why did you develop them? Why was there a dispersal device in your car?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: Sir, we just want to get to the bottom of this. We have a lot of interest in these chemicals that you've developed. Just answer our questions honestly.
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SCP-6384-1: I… I, um… invoke the fifth.
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Agent Register turns towards observing personnel outside the chamber.
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Register: He doesn't wanna talk anymore. I'm ending the interrogation.
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<End Log>
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Attempts to interrogate PoI-6384 regarding their relation to SCP-6384-1 were met with failure, as PoI-6384 consistently refused to speak to personnel, citing the Fifth Amendment of the US Constitution.
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SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B.
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Addendum 02: Initial examination of SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B by Site-56 personnel confirmed their memory-affecting properties. Analysis of their chemical makeup was inconclusive. Due to their low quantity, testing regarding the SCP-6384 substances was limited to select D-class experiments.
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The SCP-6384 research project gathered interest from members of the Amnestics Division due to the potential to develop amnestic provisions derived from SCP-6384-A and mnestic2 provisions from SCP-6384-B. Liquid and gaseous-based amnestics and mnestics would provide considerably higher ease of development, manufacture, and deployment over current tablet and surgical-based procedures.
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Due to this interest, authorization was granted by Site Director Florian Robin to offer SCP-6384-1 an agreement to enlist as a researcher on the condition of re-engineering production of SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B for Foundation usage. Lead Researcher Melissa Mitchell of the Amnestics Division was selected to perform this interview.
Mitchell: Good morning, Vernon. My name is Melissa; I've been doing some research into those chemicals of yours. I just have a few questions for you today.
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SCP-6384-1 nods his head.
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Mitchell: Firstly, we're interested in your academic background, if you have one.
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SCP-6384-1: Um… why do you wanna know?
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Mitchell: The chemicals you invented, they're very sophisticated. Usually we'd be able to identify their makeup rather quickly through our methods, but we've faced quite some difficulty with this… "antifreeze", as you call it. Such a complex substance requires a high amount of intellect and years of academic study to successfully formulate. I've been studying chemistry for over a decade and have yet to see something quite like this.
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SCP-6384-1:<chuckles> Thank you… I definitely went to college, but I can't remember where…
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Mitchell: Perhaps you can't remember because you self-administered those chemicals on yourself?
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SCP-6384-1: Well- I know I did, I… I kept journals about everything.
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Mitchell: Please elaborate more on these "journals".
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SCP-6384-1: Um… I got into the habit of journaling a lot. I went into detail about every day, where I went, when I ate lunch… how much I spent at the grocery store. I'd write down the time and date of every test I'd do where I'd drink the stuff… before drinking it, of course.
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SCP-6384-1: I'd get knocked out for hours, sometimes an entire day after drinking even a tablespoon, I formed another habit of writing the time I'd wake up in my journal; when I'd do that, I'd read over past journal entries going: "I don't remember any of this". That's how I knew it worked.
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Mitchell: What happened to these journals? Where did you keep them?
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SCP-6384-1: I… um, left most of them behind. In my apartment.
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Mitchell: Where's your apartment located? We could stop by to pick the journals up.
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A short pause.
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SCP-6384-1: I don't remember.
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Researcher Mitchell sighs.
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Mitchell: Let me ask a different question; how many people have sampled these chemicals under your tenure?
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SCP-6384-1: Um… well… just me.
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Mitchell: You never thought of partnering up with anybody during development?
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SCP-6384-1: Well… I tried to set up interviews with a few companies, like Zannis AC, Maddox Pharmaceuticals, even the Zavadil company. No one ever called back.
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Mitchell: You never shared a resumé with them?
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SCP-6384-1: I don't have a degree. No bachelor's, no doctorate, nothing. They probably thought I was a lunatic.
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Mitchell: No degree, yet you came up with such sophisticated compounds, the likes of which we've never seen before.
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SCP-6384-1: Um… thank you, ma'am.
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Mitchell: With all this in mind, I'm proud to present you an amazing and lucrative opportunity to work for us! We here at "Solvent Chemical Producers" would be happy to have a bright mind like you on our team!
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Mitchell: Once you accept, your first project will be to re-develop those chemicals of yours. Such innovative and unique substances don't deserve to become lost forever. With us, you'll be able to create even more chemical formulas for the benefit of humanity.
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Researcher Mitchell reaches down to a briefcase on the floor, procures multiple legal documents, and sets them on the interrogation table.
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Mitchell: All I'll need you to do is sign here, and here. Oh, and also here.
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Researcher Mitchell hands SCP-6384-1 a pen. The latter does not respond.
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Mitchell: Vernon? I'll need a few signatures from you.
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Silence.
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SCP-6384-1: I… I can't. I can't make more.
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Mitchell: Could you please elaborate?
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SCP-6384-1: The stuff I developed, I'm not interested in brewing more of it. It messes with your head if you get exposed to it for too long, if you drink it too much. I keep having terrible headaches… nightmares too. Keeps me up at night.
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Mitchell: That's odd… we haven't seen those kind of symptoms yet, during our testing.
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SCP-6384-1: No, it's really potent, the others complained about- um…
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Mitchell: "Others"? Who are the "others"?
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SCP-6384-1: I'm not gonna accept the offer, ma'am. I'd rather you just let us leave. Could you ask your boss to let me and Z leave?
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Mitchell: Z? And I'm afraid you won't be able to-
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SCP-6384-1: Just let me leave this fucking place! I'm not touching that stuff anymore, forget about it!
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<End Log>
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Investigation into SCP-6384-1's potential academic background revealed that a "Vernon Douglas" enrolled at Saint Forester National University in California, USA in 1988 with a major in chemistry. The individual was expelled in 1991 due to a marijuana possession charge.
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Through further research, an abandoned apartment in Reinhardt, California, USA was traced back to SCP-6384-1. MTF Epsilon-33 was dispatched to investigate the location; upon arrival, the apartment was discovered to be completely vacant of evidence regarding SCP-6384. Interrogation of the property's landlord revealed that they had previously discovered "discarded journals and laboratory equipment" within SCP-6384-1's former residence, which were promptly disposed of in a local landfill.
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MTF Epsilon-33 proceeded to search the Reinhardt landfill for evidence regarding SCP-6384 for a period of sixty hours. The search was unsuccessful.
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Addendum 03: In an attempt to foster cooperation, Site-56 Director Florian Robin produced an Ethics Committee-approved agreement to allow PoI-6384 to speak to SCP-6384-1 for 30 minutes, following the former's interrogation by Foundation agents. PoI-6384 accepted this proposal on April 16, 1995.
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Transcript 6384-3
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Interviewer: Agent Ronald Register
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Interviewed: PoI-6384
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Date: April 16, 1995
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<Begin Log>
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Register: Mr. Zambrano, I have a few questions about your history with Vernon Douglas. Firstly, how did you meet him?
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PoI-6384: He was introduced to me through, uh… a team I was on.
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Register: Who were the other members of this team?
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PoI-6384: Um… we never learned each other's names. There was "H", he was the leader. "K" was another team member, there was me, and then "V".
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Register: "V" stood for "Vernon"?
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PoI-6384: Yes. I was gonna call myself "I" because my first name started with I, but that would've be too confusing, so I went with "Z".
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Register: What did your team do? Did they play basketball, baseball, or maybe football?
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PoI-6384 does not respond.
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Register: Mr. Zambrano, what was your team involved in?
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Silence.
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Register: Mr. Zam-
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PoI-6384: I still don't understand why I haven't gotten a lawyer yet. I've asked and asked, but still you say "no". Why's that?
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Register: Mr. Zambrano, I request that you answer my question. What was your team-
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PoI-6384: I don't understand why you won't let me leave! Who do you think you are?
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Register:<sternly> Sir, once again, I request that-
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PoI-6384: I have the legal right to a lawyer! Why won't you respect that right?
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Register: As per our initial agreement, if you fail to answer any of my questions, you will not be permitted your phone call with Mr. Douglas. What was this team involved in, Mr. Zambrano?
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PoI-6384 breathes heavily, eventually mumbling an incoherent phrase.
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Register: What was that? Could you speak up?
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PoI-6384: …Banks.
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Another silence.
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Register: You and your team robbed banks?
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PoI-6384 hesitates before nodding their head "yes".
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Register: What was your role in these robberies, Mr. Zambrano?
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PoI-6384: I… uh… handled the money. Made sure there weren't… any dye packs.
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Register: How about the others?
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PoI-6384: Um… H planned out all the stick-ups, he shouted at everybody in the bank. K was… he was the gunman. Crowd control and stuff.
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Register: What was Mr. Douglas' role? Was he the-
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PoI-6384: Getaway driver, yeah. He, uh… drove the car.
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Register: The car that was outfitted with the dispersal device, for the "antifreeze"?
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PoI-6384: Wait, how did- how did you-
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Register: We figured out what it does, it gives people amnesia. Did you know this?
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PoI-6384 nods "yes".
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Register: Clearly its purpose was to prevent witnesses from identifying the getaway vehicle. How much did he disclose to you regarding this chemical?
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PoI-6384: Um… at first V didn't say anything to me specifically, I know he convinced H somehow, that's how he joined the team. He made us drink a lot of Mountain Dew before we got in the car for any reason, which I later found out was an antidote of some kind.
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Register: How many times was the car used in a robbery of any kind?
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PoI-6384: Once… it was once.
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Register: Are you absolutely sure, Mr. Zambrano?
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PoI-6384 nods "yes".
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Register: What was the date of this singular robbery in which Mr. Douglas' vehicle was used?
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PoI-6384 does not respond.
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Register: Mr. Zambrano, let me remind you again that if you do not answer all of my questions, you will not get your phone call with-
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PoI-6384: Last March.
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Register: In…?
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PoI-6384: California.
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Register: What happened to the other two accomplices? You and Mr. Douglas were the only two in the vehicle when it crashed.
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PoI-6384: Just a… disagreement.
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Register: Could you elaborate?
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PoI-6384: May I please talk to V about this? Vernon, I mean.
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Register: Mr. Zambrano, what happened to H and K?
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A short pause.
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PoI-6384: We had a disagreement over how the money should be split. I left the team with V and the car. Not sure what happened to the other two.
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Register: Where and when did this split take place?
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PoI-6384: A few days after we… um… after the bank. It was in… California. V and I agreed to drive to the East Coast to start anew, but then… we crashed, and you guys found us.
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Another pause.
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PoI-6384: Could I please get my phone call with V, sir?
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Register: Hm… alright. I suppose we're done for today. I'll bring you over to the phone.
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<End Log>
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Following this interview, PoI-6384 was permitted a 30 minute telephone call with SCP-6384-1.
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Transcript 6384-4
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Foreword: This transcript has been truncated to highlight relevant details.
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<Begin Log>
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PoI-6384: V?
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SCP-6384-1: Z! Is that you?
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PoI-6384: V, it's me! They gave me thirty minutes to talk to you.
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SCP-6384-1 sighs in relief.
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SCP-6384-1: I just… It's amazing to hear your voice again.
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PoI-6384: Just be careful about what we say, I think they're listening in.
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SCP-6384-1: Shit, that's right…
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A short silence.
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PoI-6384: So… um… how've you been?
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SCP-6384-1: These people keep asking me to join them, to start brewing more of those chemicals.
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PoI-6384: Why's that?
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SCP-6384-1: I'm not sure… I keep telling them "no" over and over, but they still try asking me every day. I'd ask for more details, but nothing they say makes any sense.
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PoI-6384 begins to sob.
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PoI-6384: I can't figure out who these people are, V. I don't know if they're FBI, CIA, mafia, or cartel.
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PoI-6384 takes a deep breath.
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PoI-6384: They won't give me a lawyer… I've pleaded the fifth for weeks and they still kept asking all these invasive questions.
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Silence.
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SCP-6384-1: This was all my fault, Z. I was the one who crashed the car. I put both of us in danger.
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PoI-6384: It wasn't your fault, V. Don't worry about the-
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SCP-6384-1: I didn't check the tires that day… I didn't…
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PoI-6384: There wouldn't have been any reason to, V. No way to predict that they would've popped.
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Another silence.
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SCP-6384-1: Say, how come they let you use the phone first, instead of me? Do you know why?
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PoI-6384: Oh, uh… about that…
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SCP-6384-1: Why didn't you use your phone call to talk to an attorney?
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PoI-6384: I don't- I don't know any lawyers, they never let me talk to one.
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SCP-6384-1: Z, we talked about this over and over-
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PoI-6384: I wanted to hear from you again, V. You're the only real connection I've made with anyone in years.
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SCP-6384-1 sighs.
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SCP-6384-1: I feel the same way, Z. I just… I wish things turned out differently for the both of us. I've spent most of my time in here, thinking about everything that led up to now… pointing out where it went wrong.
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PoI-6384: If I didn't fight with my dad over the-
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SCP-6384-1: Don't- um… don't worry about it. We did what we… had to do. He was an asshole.
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PoI-6384: That's true, but-
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SCP-6384-1: Again, don't worry about it. What's done is done.
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PoI-6384: I just- I just keep thinking about it, over and over. I can't… can't…
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SCP-6384-1: Think about the future? <chuckles> Me neither.
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A short pause.
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PoI-6384: When you've got no future, looking back is all you've got.
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<End Log>
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Investigation into the two criminal accomplices cited by PoI-6384 revealed the arrest of two adult males named "Henry Davis" and "Kyle Levins" on March 22, 1995 in California, USA. The men were arrested following a traffic stop in a stolen vehicle; both men mentioned the existence of SCP-6384-1 and PoI-6384 in subsequent interrogations.3
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Further investigation into reported bank robberies in the state of California revealed a heist that took place in Positano, California, USA on March 13, 1995. Recovered security footage recorded the perpetrators using a getaway vehicle resembling SCP-6384, lacking a license plate, with blue-tinted smoke emitting from its exhaust.
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Addendum 04: On April 17, 1995, Site-56 Director Robin instituted a daily regimen involving SCP-6384-1 and PoI-6384 separately meeting with Foundation psychologists. SCP-6384-1 repeatedly resisted all attempts at communication with psychologists; PoI-6384 proved more open to conversation.
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On April 28, 1995, the following conversation took place.
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Transcript 6384-5
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Interviewer: Psychologist Brittany Solana
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Interviewed: PoI-6384
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Date: April 28, 1995
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Foreword: This transcript has been truncated to highlight relevant details.
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<Begin Log>
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PoI-6384: My father would… he was a… an old-fashioned kind of guy… to me and my mother's detriment, I'd say.
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Solana: I understand. I hope you were able to make amends with him.
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PoI-6384 sighs.
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PoI-6384: That's the thing, I decided to give him a visit to… get something off my chest? "Confront the past" type shit.
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Solana: Sometimes the best way to move forward is to confront the past one last time.
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PoI-6384: Exactly. V and I went back to my childhood home, I.. uh…
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Solana: I just need a personal reminder: Where was your childhood home located?
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PoI-6384: Fallen Leaf, north of Bakersfield. Anyway, I knocked on the door, and my father answered. I almost thought he'd moved away, honestly. He let us stay for a few days, which also surprised me.
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Solana: You thought he wouldn't let you back into his life?
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PoI-6384: That was a possibility. My mother wasn't there though, that was another reason I decided to visit, to see her again. Bastard probably drove her away after I left.
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Solana: Were you still able to get the closure you needed?
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PoI-6384 shakes his head "no".
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Solana: I'm sorry to hear that. Could you explain your disappointment?
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PoI-6384: V woke me up one day and told me that my dad found the money… from the… the, uh… you know.
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Solana: Did your father say anything about the money when he found it?
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PoI-6384: Called me a hooker, then a pimp. I saw something in his eyes when he realized where the money actually came from. That's when he reached for the phone. V stopped him by grabbing his arm, he started screaming about how I'm gonna go to… go to…
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Solana: To clarify, your father was-
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PoI-6384: Screaming, yes. At that point, I just…
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PoI-6384 breathes heavily.
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PoI-6384: I just couldn't take it anymore. Every single abuse, every screaming match I had with him growing up, the times I stood at the wall on my tip-toes as he screamed at me with his belt… in his hands…
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PoI-6384 looks down and wipes his face with his right hand.
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PoI-6384: It all came back.
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Silence.
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Solana: What happened next, Ian?
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PoI-6384: I… lost control of myself.
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Solana: Please elabor-
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PoI-6384: He was on the floor… V held him in place as… as I…
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Solana: As you…?
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PoI-6384: Looked at V… back down… we both ran out, got in the car and skipped town. I was sobbing real bad.
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Solana: Sobbing over the lack of closure?
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PoI-6384: It sure felt like it.
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Silence.
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Solana: I have a quick question to ask you, Mr. Zambrano: exactly how do you remember all this? Wouldn't that memory juice you've been drinking wear off eventually?
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PoI-6384: You don't think I tried? Tried to forget? About- about everything?
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Solana: Well… yes, but-
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PoI-6384: I'd drink that blue goop straight from the jug. I could barely keep it down, it burned my throat and stung my eyes. Still… it didn't work. I must've drank a gallon of it. Nothing.
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Pause.
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PoI-6384: I can still picture my dad on the floor, his eyes rolled backwards, his mouth open. It was full of blood… overflowing onto the carpet.
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Another pause.
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PoI-6384: Even when I slept, my dad's face would be covered in blood.
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<End Log>
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Research into the residential records of Fallen Leaf, California, USA revealed that a 53 year old individual named "Robert Zambrano" resided in the area. MTF Epsilon-33 was dispatched to their address to interrogate them regarding PoI-6384's testimony.
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When Epsilon-33 personnel arrived, they discovered Zambrano's corpse on the floor of his residence. Autopsy performed by Site-56 personnel revealed the cause of death to be blunt force trauma to the head and chest, with the estimated date of death being March 20, 1995.
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PoI-6384's testimony regarding the effectiveness of prolonged SCP-6384-B consumption resulting in immunity to SCP-6384-A has yet to be replicated due to the low supply of both substances.
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Addendum 05: Due to the newly uncovered knowledge regarding SCP-6384-1's past activities, another interrogation was conducted to encourage them to accept Foundation employment to re-engineer production of SCP-6384-A and SCP-6384-B.
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Transcript 6384-6
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Interviewer: Researcher Melissa Mitchell, Agent Ronald Register
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Interviewed: SCP-6384-1
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Date: April 30, 1995
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<Begin Log>
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Mitchell: How are you, Vernon?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Mitchell: Our research into the liquids you created has… stalled, to say the least.
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SCP-6384-1: Has it?
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Mitchell: I'd like to once again offer you a position with us.
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SCP-6384-1:<annoyed> I keep telling you people no! Why is- why do you keep insisting that I brew more of that junk over and over again?! What is- how come-
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Mitchell: Calm down, Vernon. We've found out some things that you might want to know about.
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SCP-6384-1: …excuse me?
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Researcher Mitchell turns towards the observation window and gestures for Agent Register to enter the room.
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Agent Register enters and sits next to Researcher Mitchell, placing some documents on the table.
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SCP-6384-1: It's you again.
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Register: Mr. Douglas, I've been reviewing the fair and just laws of the state of California. Would you like to know what I've found?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: Those chemicals of yours, you've stated before that prolonged exposure can cause headaches and nausea?
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SCP-6384-1: Um… yes, that's why I kept refusing to-
SCP-6384-1: So now you tell me the charges? And aren't I still supposed to have an attorney?
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Register: While we're on the topic, Mr. Douglas, do you happen to know anyone by the name of "Henry Daniels" and "Kyle Levins"?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: I personally spoke with those two at the Marzipan County Jail. They talked about you and Mr. Zambrano in great detail. Of course, they wanted a lighter sentence out of the deal…
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SCP-6384-1: They… they snitched?
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Agent Register hands a photograph to SCP-6384-1. The latter picks it up and examines it.
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Register: Does that car look familiar to you?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: As an accessory to a robbery, you'll be facing at least three more years.
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SCP-6384-1 silently puts down the photograph as Agent Register takes out a different picture.
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Register: Do you know who else snitched on you, Mr. Douglas?
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SCP-6384-1 appears confused.
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Register: He told us about what happened to his father. The body-
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SCP-6384-1:Z?!
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Register: …was still there when we showed up to investigate.
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SCP-6384-1 stares at the photograph in silence.
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Register: Mr. Zambrano testified that you held down Zambrano Senior as he stomped him to death. Is that true?
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SCP-6384-1 does not respond.
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Register: Holding a man down to be killed carries the same charges as dealing the final blow. Such a disgusting pre-meditated act would-
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SCP-6384-1: That's not- We didn't plan on killing him!
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Register:Aha! A confession! Even if you didn't plan it out, that's still 15 to life, Mr. Douglas.
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SCP-6384-1 is sweating profusely as Agent Register glances at Researcher Mitchell.
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Mitchell: Don't worry, Vernon, there is a way out. Our organization works with the US Government under a… sort of "pardon" program. Once again, your substances are-
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SCP-6384-1:<panicking> I just- I wanted to move on from this shit. I wanted to forget and- and move on and do something else.
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Mitchell: You can move on, with us. You'll be able to secure and protect humanity with your chemical compounds.
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SCP-6384-1:<stammering> Well- it's just that… why would-
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Register: So what will it be? Joining us, or rotting in prison? Your call.
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Agent Register slides multiple legal documents towards SCP-6384-1, along with a pen.
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Register: When you're ready to accept our bargain, just sign here, here, and here.
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SCP-6384-1: What's gonna happen to Z?
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Register: That's outside of my knowledge, Mr. Douglas.
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SCP-6384-1 hyperventilates.
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SCP-6384-1: I… I wanna talk to Z about this.
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Register: That won't be possible right now. Sign the papers.
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SCP-6384-1 hesitates, then proceeds to sign the documents. Agent Register seizes the signed documents and exits the room.
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Mitchell: Thank you for coming around, Vernon. Your first day at our organization will be tomorrow.
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SCP-6384-1: May I please just speak to Z? For five minutes?
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Mitchell: Once again, that won't be possible. We'll speak more tomorrow, take care.
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Researcher Mitchell gets up from her seat and exits the room.
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SCP-6384-1 looks down, puts their hands up to their head, and begins to sob.
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<End Log>
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Joint research with SCP-6384-1 regarding SCP-6384 will begin on May 1, 1995.
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Instances of SCP-6410-1 pictured in the Hyakki Yagyō Emaki, Muromachi Period (1336-1573).
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+Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to analyze all news covering the territory of Japan for signs of SCP-6410-1 activity. Assigned task force JTF Tau-14 (“Kami-no-Manimani”1) is to monitor designated areas, including all dump sites, junkyards, museums, shrines, antique stores and any building housing large amounts of objects of considerable age. Foundation assets can be used to acquire such zones on a case-by-case basis.
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If an SCP-6410-1 instance is encountered, agents are to attempt to bring it to the closest Foundation location, first through diplomacy. If diplomacy fails, force can be used to subdue the instance. Termination is available but should only be taken as a last resort. If a SCP-6410-1 instance is successfully acquired, they can be allocated inside any available item locker that can fit their dimensions. Depending on the type of object SCP-6410-1 represents, further procedures may be required.
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Due to SCP-6410-1’s nature of a well-established piece of folklore, cover-up procedures are to be focused on practical effects, game show pranks, and engineering tests. Amnestic use is available, but not recommended.
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Research into the nature of SCP-6410 and the formation of SCP-6410-1 instances is currently being carried out by the Mythology And Folkloristics Department, in conjunction with the Anomalous Weapons Development Department. Any inquiries must be forwarded to their respective Directors.
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Description: SCP-6410 is a phenomenon affecting objects that are at least 100 years old, causing their spontaneous animation. All animations are innate to the territory of Japan, although few occurrences have been recorded to still happen in previous extensions of its territory. This phenomenon does not affect all objects that are 100 years old, nor does it affect objects when they become 100 years old, sometimes affecting them at a much later date. So far, no other known pattern for which items are affected by SCP-6410 has been discerned.
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Objects animated through SCP-6410, known as SCP-6410-1, are diverse in nature, both because of the variety of objects they can take after, and the physiology these instances adopt after this phenomenon takes place.
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Regarding the latter, SCP-6410-1 instances can be divided into three classes:
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Class-Alpha: Instances are identical to the object they take after, their only anomalous trait being animation. Some are capable of levitation.
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Class-Beta: Instances are near-identical to the object they take after, but are partially or fully composed of organic material resembling different types of biological systems. These systems are not always conformed by the appropriate organs, and serve no apparent function. Most common type of SCP-6410-1.
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Class-Gamma: Instances have deviated heavily from the object they take after, taking on traits from different members of the Animalia kingdom. They present functional biological systems, and are capable of traits often associated with Yōkai and Yūrei. Due to the high contrast between the affected object and the instances, they were not considered part of SCP-6410 until recently.
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Animated umbrellas. Few instances have grown from one to ten eyes.
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Chōchin
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Beta/Gamma
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Animated paper lanterns. Interior fully composed of entrails, eyes, tongues and teeth sometimes appearing on its exterior. Alpha-types do exist, but the condition of the item causes structural collapse upon movement.
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Nurikabe
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Animated bricks and roof tiles. Tend to flock together.
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Wanyūdō
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Beta/Gamma
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Animated wheels and other similar items. Capable of locomotion, and most are constantly on fire. Some are known to be able to scream incoherently.
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Waniguchi
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Waniguchi-type shrine gong that has grown the body of an animal similar to the Yangtze alligator (Alligator sinensis). Gong opens in the shape of a mouth, containing over four hundred sharp teeth. First 6410-1 instance contained by the Foundation.
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Hatodoke
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Beta
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Antique cuckoo clock. Inside entirely composed of chicken bones and dirt. Able of simple locomotion, with cuckoo whistle producing clucks at hourly intervals.
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Nijūroku
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Type 26 revolver handgun. Some are capable of shooting small items such as glass marbles, pebbles, fishing hooks, and bones of different types (Fish bones, wolf fangs, human teeth.) 7 of 11 recovered instances taken by the AWD2 for testing.
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Ikiteirujū
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Addendum SCP-6410.1
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Research File
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SCP-6410
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Xiao Yamamoto, Mythology And Folkloristics Department
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Research into the nature of SCP-6410 has been an arduous and fairly unfruitful endeavor, due to the poorly known nature of the phenomenon; as far as it’s understood, it occurs to items at random. Regardless, the discovery of this nature is relevant as it’s tied to the nature of the anomalous affecting a considerable area.
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Instances of SCP-6410-1 — or as it’s been known since before the West had even learnt of Japan, the Tsukumogami3 — are artifacts that, as the name implies, have acquired a ‘kami’. It is known that these entities have existed for a long, long time, their first mention appearing on the 9th century wake collection 'Ise Monogatari'. It is also known that the Bureau of Onmyō4 exorcized such entities since at least the 10th century, using long forgotten practices. They have since appeared in countless occasions, written about by poets and drawn by artists, becoming integral parts of Japanese folklore, so much so that covering-up after each appearance requires no more than a simple explanation; that these monsters are a show’s doing, or a crafty fan’s interpretation of Shigeru Mizuki’s work.
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What is generally understood about the concept of ‘kami’ is that it’s a type of spiritual energy that is generated as a Tsukumogami gains ‘life’, similar to the concept of a ‘soul’. Unlike souls, a ‘kami’ isn’t a conductor for life, but rather exists in nature as some type of free energy that can become analogue to it. Taking the ‘kami’ out of a Tsukumogami would return it to an inert stage, but cannot be transferred to another body to cause animation or reanimation. It cannot be traded with Tartarean entities, nor can it be consumed by Pneumophages.
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An interesting property of ‘kami’ energy is that while it has been measured to exist globally, its effects have only been registered in the area of Japan and previous territories Japan possessed during the Meiji, Taishō and Shōwa eras. The reason for this is not yet known, but is believed to be related with the Shinto concept of yorishiro, vessels that attract kami (Here referring to spirits and Deities venerated in Shinto) and allows them to occupy a physical body for religious purposes. ‘Kami’ is not a concept unique to Shinto however, similar concepts appearing in several animist religions throughout the world. Whether these have similar effects on vessels is yet to be ascertained.
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Research into forcing ‘kami’ to inhabit a vessel is ongoing. The current main theory is that a vessel must be both over 100 years old, and have some sentimental value to an individual of Japanese descent with moderate ties to either Shinto and other animist religions that were adopted into Shinto, these qualities affecting close to 70% of all known SCP-6410 instances. The main issue to the theory is that object veneration is a Shinto tradition that, as with many others, has become part of common culture, 70% also being the percentage of Shinto believers in Japan. Furthermore, object veneration of kami is not a Shinto practice, having been imported from Buddhism. The possibility of SCP-6410 being an effect of Shinbutsu-shūgō, or the Japanese syncretism of Buddhism and Shinto is another key area of research regarding these entities.
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Regarding the specific method of forcing ‘kami’ into an object, it is believed that, while a ‘kami’ doesn’t have the value of a soul, it still is related to life in a similar manner. Instances of SCP-6410-1 are more prominent the more populated an area is. This goes against the understanding of traditional kami, which are more in tune with forests and natural areas, as well as Shinto shrines, neither of which are areas where SCP-6410-1 appear often.
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Addendum SCP-6410.2
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+On 1991/11/17, an SCP-6410-1 instance was discovered in the United States of America, bearing the shape of an MP5K-PDW submachine gun, with its interior composed of organic matter, able to fire self-generating teeth-like structures instead of bullets. Due to the area it was recovered from and the lack of two-way communication between Sites, the instance was classified as a separate anomaly. It wasn’t until 2008 that the item was identified as containing ‘kami’ energy, and reclassified as part of SCP-6410, and given the -REC designation.5
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Following this discovery, Site-50’s AWD’s Hoplology Division and Area-34’s AWD’s Occult Studies Division formed a joint task research team to better understand SCP-127-REC.
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Anomalous Weapons Development Research
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SCP-127-REC
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Site 50 - Margaret Jetztmeyer, Hoplology Division
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SCP-127-REC (Codename: Ikiteirujū) is a complicated case, as much of a blessing as it’s been a curse when it comes to understanding the inner workings behind SCP-6410.
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First, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances can appear outside of Japan. SCP-127-REC was recovered from Houston, Texas, a location approximately 9,000 kilometers away from the territory of Japan. At no point of manufacturing, distribution and purchase did the weapon that would become 127-REC passed through said denoted area.
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Second, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances do not need to be a hundred years old or older to be animated. The weapon that became SCP-127-REC had been manufactured less than six months before its discovery.
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What still remains true is the connection to the Japanese, and to Shinto. James Schwarzenberg, the owner of the weapon, was born to a mother of Japanese descent. Furthermore, the mother had connections to Shinto, and often helped in a local Shinto shrine where they lived.
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An oddity is the death of James, caused by a heart attack. No damaged tissue could be found in his heart or any other organ that would fail under these circumstances. While this isn’t rare by itself, the type of death is one quite common during soul offerings. It is our current belief that James lost his soul in some manner that caused the animation of SCP-127-REC. While this contradicts what we knew of SCP-6410, we didn’t take into consideration the possibility that the ritual itself not only animates items, but also denaturalizes souls, transforming them into ‘kami’ energy.
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Due to this, a research group will be sent to the area, especially to determine if the Shinto shrine nearby had any involvement in the situation, and, if it does, determine how to stop and/or utilize the SCP-6410 ritual process. The possibility that this ritual can occur to a soul, and it can occur while it is still attached to its respective body is not one we can let pass, especially because of its extent: If we can find ‘kami’ energy anywhere on the world, wouldn’t that mean that this ritual can and has occurred globally, many times?
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The research group visited the Kurinsou-taisha Shrine in Houston, using Onmyōdō rituals to determine and contact the Deities worshipped at the location. A transcript of the event has been attached:
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Interview Log
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Interviewer: Rs. Miranda Deann
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Foreword: Interview was conducted through a shinzō-class neural link with the shrine, recovered using psychospheric restructuring. Parts of it could be semantically contaminated.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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+(Deann connects with the shrine. She stands in a void, facing a torii gate. As she steps through, a shrine and an accompanying forest appears before her. The shrine’s appearance differs from the one Deann is linked to.)
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Deann: Hello? Is anybody here?
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(A cognitohazardous entity appears in front of her. Despite having clear physical traits, they cannot be described.)
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Entity: Greetings.
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Deann: Hello, sir. Might I ask who I’m talking to?
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Entity: Not who, but what, for there is none but leftovers of a previous meaning left, a cadaver who has been worn down to the bone, and yet it still speaks when spoken to. Nothing but the melancholic fragments of a deity remain here, without purpose. Not anymore, not anymore.
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(Two zabuton pillows appear inside the shrine. The entity sits on one.)
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Entity: Ah, but enough of that which is no longer here. Let us speak of what remains: Tell me, to which Deity do I respond to?
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(Deann sits down on the remaining zabuton.)
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Deann: I am no deity, but a human in search of answers.
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Entity: Peculiar. Quite peculiar, that a human enters a Shintai6. Less peculiar, that you look for answers only the likes of me can give. I thought after one’s death, I would see no other in search of enlightenment, yet I thought wrong. Pray tell, then, the offering you are to offer.
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Deann: An offering?
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Entity: A deity must receive proper compensation for that which is asked of them. Even as one perished and composted by the worms, the appropriate rites to attract a deity’s attention must take place. A tithe, thus, is in order.
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Deann: I see… What’s the price?
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Entity: The dirt for the worms must be renewed, and apt mineral provided. That is the price. If an answer is what you seek, you shall help renew.
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Deann: I… I see. Could I first confirm that you know the answer to my question?
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Entity: Of course.
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Deann: A human, James Schwarzenberg, died a mysterious death. At the same time, a weapon of his gained life, becoming a Tsukumogami. Does the term sound familiar?
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Entity: Of course I know of this. It happened here.
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Deann: Do you know how this happened?
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Entity: I officialized it. How could I not?
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(Deann remains silent for several seconds, under the watchful eye of the entity.)
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Deann: I’ll pay the price then.
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(Entity smiles, before a table with a tea set appears in front of the two. The entity takes a kettle, and serves Deann tea. Entity opens its mouth, and speaks. At this point, the neural link begins corrupting, overwhelmed by the information transmitted. Deann’s brain quickly disconnects from the link, ending the interview.)
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Afterword: 13 seconds after the link’s collapse, Researcher Deann woke up, ignoring assisting personnel. She rushed to find pen and paper, before transcribing the SCP-6410 ritual. After the transcription, Deann lost all memories regarding the link, all memories of her wedding day and vision on both eyes, linked to a sudden depolarization caused by several localized hemorrhagic strokes, understood as the price paid for the information. Shortly after, an SCP-6410-1 instance in the shape of a Magatama7 was discovered near the shrine.
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+Deann’s writings explained that SCP-6410 is not a ritual, but a Theorganical process of Shinto Kami that consumes souls in exchange for Power/Relevance/Last Chance8 to Hachiman-no-Kami9 The process purifies souls into ‘adequate coin’, impurities becoming ‘kami’ energy, which then attaches to ‘appropriate vessels’, creating SCP-6410-1. This process occurs naturally with vessels that are older than 100 years old (Tsukumo (九十九) principle), although the process can also be forced into other vessels, like with SCP-127-REC.
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To confirm the writings, the research team was tasked with contacting Hachiman-no-Kami at the Usa Hachimangū Shrine in Usa, Japan. Said action was vetoed by the East Asian Regional Council, who confirmed the writing’s contents as true. All information obtained was archived for future use, and the research team was disbanded.
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Addendum SCP-6410.3
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+On 2013, the Department of Anomalous Weapons Development used SCP-6410’s archived information to introduce the following proposal:
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Anomalous Weapons Development Proposal
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Project Pygmalion
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Area 34 - Felipe Everest, Department Head
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Proposal: Following SCP-6410’s findings and the veto, the AWD decided to conduct studies on SCP-127-REC and five other SCP-6410-1 weaponry-based instances, realizing basic anomaly-approved tests catered to weapon assessment. These tests resulted in the following conclusions:
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SCP-6410-1 instances have a behavioral intelligence akin to a dog, and have been trained in order to follow simple orders within what is possible with their morphology. They are able to differentiate different individuals, and can become attached and/or dislike specific handlers.
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Attachment, among other qualities, are able to better the performance of SCP-6410-1 instances. An example of this is SCP-127-REC, who after 2 years of care handling was able to regenerate projectiles every 18 hours upon depletion.10
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Attachment and other qualities have proven to better the performance of usage of SCP-6410-1 instances as conventional weaponry. Instances being handled by handlers they’ve grown attached to have an average increased aim accuracy of 25% and suffer significantly less recoil.
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Attachment and other qualities have shown to develop qualities that have otherwise remained unrevealed. An example of this is SCP-6410-1126, a Type 99 Arisaka rifle that, since testing began, developed the ability to bend ammunition fired towards a desired target, trait not present before testing.
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These discoveries lead us to believe that SCP-6410-1 instances can be integrated into Foundation usage, with appropriate training. With all this in mind, we propose using Hachiman-no-Kami’s influence over ‘kami’ energy to redirect it into appropriate weapons and generate SCP-6410-1 which will then be trained for Foundation use, to reinforce available military force.
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Reasoning: Military and Defense personnel are the top casualties amongst Foundation employees. For decades we’ve implemented systems to lower the likelihood of loss of life, having overall positive results. One of the points that we have not managed to touch upon due to logistical limitations are the arms worn by personnel. A weapon is merely a tool, as efficient as its handler can make it be. Unlike armor and defensive equipment, weaponry isn’t designed to defend its user.
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Project Pygmalion could change this. Military animals are amongst the most efficient and loyal soldiers, and bring up overall morale on any post they’re stationed at. If we could apply these traits onto weaponry, we could better performance like never seen before. Furthermore, if this project is successful, it would mean it could be applied to other equipment to increase their performance. We could be seeing the biggest casualty decrease in almost a hundred years.
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Requirements: The most important part would be striking a deal with the Deity Hachiman-no-Kami. As details on the inner workings of a deal with Hachiman-no-Kami are unknown to us, we cannot predict nor delineate any sort of proceeding. Ideally, the deal would allow us to utilize the waste energy liberated by the Kami to incorporate them into appropriate vessels. Whether this is possible has to be confirmed with the Deity.
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All other requirements would come once this first deal is approved, and if it is, once the delimitations of the deal are defined. That being said, several Task Forces and Defence personnel would be required for integrated testing and deployment. Any other expenditure will be covered by the AWD.
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+Project Pygmalion was pre-approved by the Ethics Committee on 2015, and approved by the East Asian Regional Council by a vote of 34 to 21, allowed to progress with the following limitations:
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A tribute must be prepared for each weapon produced [Tribute will be handled by the AWD in accordance with Ethics Committee’s guidelines]
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SCP-6410-1 instances must be treated with due respect [Vague wording; Special team training prepared by the AWD]
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SCP-6410-1 will not, and therefore cannot injure the People of Japan [SCP-6410-1 will not be distributed to Japanese Sites. Instances will be produced in Area-34 (San José, Costa Rica)]
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Excess ‘kami’ energy will remain untouched by the Foundation [With no direct manner of interacting with it, limitation can be followed without additional expenses]
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All limitations were deemed acceptable. Project Pygmalion started its testing phase the following year.
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Project Pygmalion - Relevant Testing Logs
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Test: Inserting ‘Kami’ energy into a weapon, animating it.
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Item: SIG Sauer P228 Pistol (M11)
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Result: Animation carried out. Instance became type ‘Alpha’, incapable of autonomous fire.
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Test: Testing whether large objects can be animated.
Result: Right rear wheel of the vehicle detached, catching on fire, having become a Wanyūdō instance. Extent of animation believed to correspond to weight rather than size, with a limit of approx. 60 Kg.
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Test: Testing whether achieving a certain standard configuration is possible.
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Item: B&T APC9-K Submachine Gun x5, Standard configuration for SCP-6410-1
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Result: First and second weapons deviated from standard configuration, third onwards following it. Three members of the tribute team collapsed dead, seven more losing specific memories, senses, and organ functionality.
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Observations: Local ‘kami’ energy output was not enough, which was the cause of the casualties. Tributing increased accordingly.
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Test: Testing whether anomalous abilities can be standardized.
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Item: HK416 Assault Rifle x5, Special standard configuration for SCP-6410-1
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Result: All five assault rifles followed anomalous standard configurations, all gaining the ability to paralyze impacted targets. Increased tributes able to output necessary ‘kami’ energy.
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Test: Testing whether ‘kami’ energy can affect already anomalous weaponry
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Item: Class-II Theocidic Harpoon Rifle
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Result: Entire tribute team collapsed dead. 12 SCP-6410-1 instances manifested from items inside the testing room.
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Observations: Limitations updated: ‘No weapons capable of injuring Hachiman-no-Kami are to be granted His gift’. Otherwise, paraweaponry can be animated into SCP-6410-1 instances, generally requiring higher 'kami' energy input.
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+Pygmalion-Type weapons were cleared for field use in 2018, five Task Force teams and two Site Defense teams deploying said weaponry the same year. Results were moderately positive, with minimal complications. Currently, fifty-three teams have Pygmalion-Type weaponry as part of their equipment list. Pygmalion-Type weaponry is available to all units upon request11, provided they participate and complete a basic Pygmalion weaponry care course.
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Usage of Pygmalion-Type weapons have been linked with increased efficiency and loyalty. All available Task Forces able to do so are expected to deploy them as part of their equipment by 2050. To meet this goal, tribute events and care course sessions have been tripled.
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A photo of the galaxy within which XEO 8537-A is located, taken by a Tachyon Scanner.
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Item №: SCP-6555
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to its distance from the closest populated settlement, SCP-6555 does not require containment.
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Description: SCP-6555 refers to the remains of an unidentified structure on the rogue celestial body of XEO 8537-A.1 Discovered in 26,576 HE after deep-space satellites detected faint electromagnetic fluctuations, SCP-6555 emits a constant broadcast of archaic emergency radio frequencies from its epicenter.
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Research probes dispatched to the surface of XEO 8537-A for observation of SCP-6555 have, thus far, been inconclusive. Exploration within SCP-6555's interior have provided the following results:
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The configuration and layout of SCP-6555 suggests that the structure was, at one point, semi-modular. The presence of warped steel and broken synthetic compounds near the northwestern and eastern sectors was also noted during exploration, indicating significant surface impact.2
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Inside Room 15A, located near SCP-6555's southern region, a series of rectangular objects made of cotton and wool cushioning, adhesives, and steel coil springs have been sporadically laid throughout.
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Other unidentified items, such as round containers of plastic filled with water in Room 06, have also been discovered within SCP-6555.
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Ventilation, air conditioning, and other primitive systems present within SCP-6555 show that the interior of the building was once adequately maintained and supplied with oxygen.
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Miscellaneous calcium fragments and ligaments, almost identical in DNA composition as that of ancient mammalian organisms, were discovered nearby SCP-6555's central transmitter. Fragments have been dated to be at least several thousand years old, indicating unnaturally quick and potentially anomalous decomposition.
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Addendum 6555-1: Months after SCP-6555's discovery, Foundation personnel were able to translate its broadcast, resulting in the following message:
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WE ARE CLOSER TO FINDING WHAT ONCE WAS LOST. WHAT TURNED THE TIDES AND SHOOK THE WORLD WILL NOW LEAD US BACK. DO NOT LOSE FAITH. WE HAVE NEVER BEEN CLOSER TO FINDING OUR WAY HOME.
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Additionally, inscriptions of several Foundation insignia inside SCP-6555 were observed during exploration, all of which still pending further investigation.
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GOTTFRIED Segment [C-2h3A] tracing, produced by SCP-6699.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:
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+SCP-6699 is to remain within the GOTTFRIED applied metaphysics laboratory at Site-184. Access to SCP-6699 is restricted to individuals possessing level-5 clearance. Assigned personnel are to continuously monitor the vitals of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C to ensure the continued efficacy of all GOTTFRIED protocols. Should the health of SCP-6699-1_B deteriorate to the point of potentially interrupting any GOTTFRIED protocols, a suitable replacement must be acquired.
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SCP-6699 must remain active at all times. In the event that all three of SCP-6699's redundant powering systems should fail, GOTTFRIED protocol: NETFISHER is to be activated until such a time that a non-anomalous power source can be employed.
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DESCRIPTION:
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+SCP-6699 is a device initially developed by Dr. Vivian Elmwoods for the conceptual mapping of communal human consciousness through the construction of navigable, three-dimensional, virtual, rhizomatic1 constructs.
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It's certainly worth noting that I didn't develop the rhizomatic framework: the interconnected web of relations. Credit for that goes to Deleuze & Guattari.2 And it was Umberto Eco’s Semiotics that discussed its labyrinthine principles.3
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My meager contribution came from our existing research into human consciousness on a collective level. Every time we tried to map our shared psychosphere, we ran into the same problem: it was impossible to meaningfully synthesize and apply what we were looking at. We were trying to flatten it out, break it down into easily digestible chunks of data, trace lines of connection from point A to point B. But it was all too complex, too attached, too human for that.
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So that framework, the Rhizome, was the gamechanger. That was our way into and through it; our map wasn’t just a map anymore.
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We're all connected, you see?
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SCP-6699 employs two or more human subjects for its operations and implementation of various GOTTFRIED protocols. These subjects are assigned one of two semiotic 'roles:' A singular 'Cartographer' and one or more 'Navigator(s),'4
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The conscious mind of the 'Cartographer' is utilized by SCP-6699 to map the human psychosphere: a metaphysical manifestation of collective human consciousness, in a representative model.
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Due to the rhizomatic properties of this model: its existence as a non-hierarchical amalgamation of connecting 'lines' of relation and independence from a central unity, the map SCP-6699 creates is metaphysically indistinct from the external human psychosphere. This allows the consciousness of additional human subjects, henceforth the 'Navigator(s)' to be inserted into the virtual construct and undertake instantaneous, omnidirectional travel through the web of conceptual relations. This 'movement' is - in all meaningful ways - functionally analogous to traversal along non-constructed, existing lines of connection in the communal human psychosphere.
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While attempting to address the inherent disorientation caused by navigation through this construct, the suitability of SCP-6699 for a series of protocols, collectively designated GOTTFRIED, was discovered. The continued perpetuation of these protocols is essential to the Foundation's current operations and the integrity of the Veil.5
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DEVELOPMENT:
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+Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, a post-doctoral researcher in Site-184's Applied Metaphysics department, placed an internal grant request for the development of a device to map the collective human consciousness in 1986. The first working prototype was tested in October 1990. Subsequent significant developments in the project are outlined below:
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SCP-6699's Navigator docking station in development.
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Arrangement
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Individual subject (Cartographer), comatose
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04/10/1990
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SCP-6699 was unable to construct a successful mapping.
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Individual subject (Cartographer), conscious
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16/10/1990
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SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. GOTTFRIED protocol CAMERA OBSCURA activated.
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8 tests omitted for brevity
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Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious
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01/12/1990
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SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator entered a comatose state and remained unresponsive after deactivation and removal from SCP-6699.
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Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious. GOTTFRIED protocol LIGHTHOUSE implemented.
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15/12/1990
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SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator was able to maneuver through the construct and regained consciousness after their removal from SCP-6699.
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Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious. GOTTFRIED protocol MORNING BELL implemented.
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20/01/1991
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SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator was able to maneuver through the construct. Protocol MORNING BELL implementation unsuccessful.
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Following the failure of protocol MORNING BELLS' implementation, Dr. Vivian Elmwoods proposed that - due to the inherent, preexisting connection between human individuals and the psychosphere, human subjects would be incapable of effecting noticeable alterations to the constructed map-construct, and thus the psychosphere itself. Foundation efforts were diverted towards overcoming these limitations.
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After a period of two months, a potential vector to enable such alterations: henceforth SCP-6699-1_C, was acquired, and further testing approved.
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GOTTFRIED ACTIVATION - 25/04/1991
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The body was terrifying to look at.
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I grew up in Nova Scotia, with rocky beaches and rolling hills. When I was 10 my mother took me across the country, up into the Canadian Rockies. They scared me, those towering peaks. I saw a storm break against them while we were camping; the thunder and lightning of God was made insignificant against their bulk, and we were so small, so fragile in our tent. The walls were shaking in the gale. It felt like we'd be blown off the face of the earth. But those towering clifts were so indifferent, unfazed. They were sublime - just looking at them, I was filled with fear at their majesty.
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She was like that. We picked her up from the GRU-P as the Soviet Union peeled apart from the inside. A gift from defectors willing to give up long-held secrets for a US passport. They had found her in a frozen Siberian lake - had hauled the frozen, cocooned corpse out of its depths.
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I made them let me watch when they thawed her. I got to see the ice melt away and the dark brown bark peeled off, strip after strip. My brain didn't register what I was looking at, not fully. The body was wrong: too long and angular, sharp almost. Trying to stare at it felt like someone was pushing a thorn into my temple, too thin and sharp to really notice: just a pressure that releases as it slides in, and a warm trickle of blood along your cheekbone. A deep, animal part of me was clawing at my brain, telling me to run, to hide. But it couldn't take hold; self-preservation wasn't the only thing on my mind. I kept thinking of that mountainous view: an unmoving, uncaring presence that demanded a witness, full of danger and beauty.
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They set to work getting her heart beating again.
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Subjects:
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SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer.
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SCP-6699-1_B: Dr. Vivian Elmwoods - Navigator.
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SCP-6699-1_C:SCP-6699-1_C was acquired in a comatose state and is continuously administered a Foundation-developed barbiturate drug for ongoing suppression of the subject's nervous system.
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Testing:
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+Prior to testing, a series of blood samples had been taken from SCP-6699-1_C. Extensive screening confirmed the absence of any bloodborne pathogens. While the sample displayed abnormalities that prevent it from conforming to known, human blood types, the absence of antigens on examined red blood cells suggests its suitability as a universal donor.6
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Following this research, in preparation for testing SCP-6699-1_B was administrated immunological suppressants and the circulatory systems of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C were intravenously linked. Following successful integration, the free, continuous transfusion of blood between SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C was confirmed. Both subjects are henceforth referred to as the Navigator for the purpose of this test.
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As per previous tests, the Cartographer was directly linked to SCP-6699 for mapping of the human psychosphere.
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GOTTFRIED Protocols CAMERA OBSCURA was successfully activated to produce segment-tracings of the construct prior to, during, and following Protocol MORNING BELL.
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Event Description: Individuals reported hearing a low-pitch "ringing" noise for a period of approximately a minute.
+Date of Occurrence: 25/04/1991.
+Location: Undetermined, most commonly reported along the Eastern Coast of Canada and the United States.
+Follow-up Actions Taken: Coverstory disseminated about electrical surge affecting phone lines, resulting in brief low ringing noise.
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NOTE: 12N4A has been removed from the LoEE7 due to a potential data security risk.
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Activation of GOTTFRIED Protocol MORNING BELL by the Navigator was attempted. The protocol performed as intended. Its distribution through the construct was effectively recorded via a series of tracings and its effects upon the human psychosphere noted and documented. The circulatory systems of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C's were uncoupled following the deactivation of SCP-6699.
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SCP-6699-1_B underwent post-testing medical checks and appeared to have suffered no significant health effects from the procedure. However, the subject displayed unsteadiness while walking and recorded significant headaches, dizziness, and difficulty focusing visually on both near and far objects. SCP-6699-1_B reported these effects dissipated over the course of 32 hours.
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GOTTFRIED Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA: Gg_tracing [6:087] - 25/04/91
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Recent tests have confirmed that SCP-6699 can be used not only to map and navigate human consciousness but to implement semiotic, metaphysical triggers and effects. The implications of this development are extensive but hampered by the need for SCP-6699's continuous operation to maintain implemented protocols and the reliance on SCP-6699-1_C as a medium to enable such alterations.
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DEBRIEFING: GOTTFRIED ACTIVATION - 25/04/1991
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INTERVIEW LOG:
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Date: 26/04/1991.
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Interviewer: Alex von Pattensby, Site-184 Archival Interlocutor
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Interviewee: Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, Research and Development Lead on SCP-6699.
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Dr. Alex von Pattensby: You’ve used SCP-6699 in various tests before, Dr. Elmwoods – as both a Cartographer and Navigator. After the most recent test, you seemed - I hope it's fair of me to say - unsteady, and told your colleagues that the experience was different, correct? Would you mind explaining to me why that was?
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Have you ever been in a maze, Doctor?
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Alex von Pattensby: Excuse me?
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, 1991.
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: A maze. Like a corn maze – or a hedge maze, doesn’t really matter, I suppose. They’re different from what people might think when they hear ‘maze:’ a drawing on paper, a series of pathways with dead ends. A maze like that, a 2D one, you can understand it just by looking at it. There’s no inherent risk. Getting out's as easy as looking away. But a real maze, one you’re embedded in, is different. It's disorienting: your perspective is broken, fragmented, and there's always some level of uncertainty about how to get through it. But you still know that there's an order to it: something you could understand if you had the distance, the right perspective. If you were pulled out and above it, you could just look - it would be the same as that paper maze.
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Going into the construct SCP-6699 makes is nothing like that, like any of that. It’s a maze – a labyrinth – there's no doubt about that. But it's everywhere, in all directions. There's nothing outside of it. It's like looking at the night sky if instead of stars you just saw the constellations: every single time a human had drawn an imaginary line between the dots, all overlaid on top of one another. And the sky surrounds you; you could look down through the earth you stand on and see those lines wrapping around to the other side. Everywhere you look, everywhere you think, is a pathway. It's all pathways and you can move along any of them. Go anywhere, from anywhere, in an instant.
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How are you supposed to move through that? You can't get outside of it, because there is nothing that is outside of it. You can't reduce it, because any attempt to flatten it, to make it two-dimensional would make it something else, something different. It's a rhizome, through and through. Being in there is the most baffling, disorienting experience.
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Excerpt from a notebook belonging to Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, 1990.
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Maze = Tree Logic
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Branching pathways that relate
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Filler:to the central unity.
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Tracing of a Rhizome
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No central unity.
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Only lines of relation.
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Tracing is 2D, flattened.
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CAMERA OBSCURA makes Tracings.
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Dr. Alex von Pattensby: When I conducted previous interviews, it was explained that the LIGHTHOUSE protocol was an attempt to offer a sense of orientation. Is that correct?
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Somewhat. LIGHTHOUSE is just a sign of where you came in from. Our Ariadne's thread. You can follow it back, but it doesn't make the navigation through the construct any clearer or easier. It doesn't help you understand.
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Dr. Alex von Pattensby: So what changed in the most recent test?
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: When I went in after they hooked me up to SCP-6699-1_C, it was - well something was different. I was just as embedded, that hadn’t changed. And it was still just as disorienting.
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But, well I’m not sure how to put it. I wasn't outside of it, that would still be just as impossible, but I wasn't just it. There was some part of me, something othered from the construct. I was in it, but some part of myself wasn't? I don't know for sure. I could pull on it, those connections, I could set the lines vibrating.
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Dr. Alex von Pattensby: Let's talk about the test itself. You were to implement protocol MORNING BELL, correct?
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Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Did you hear it?
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At this point a message was relayed that technicians assigned to SCP-6699 had requested the assistance of Dr. Vivian Elmwoods while recalibrating the device. Dr. Elmwoods was excused from the formal interview and asked to submit a written report concerning the recent test.
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PROTOCOL IMPLEMENTATION: DRAWN VEIL
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INITIAL TESTING: 23/05/1991
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The world is a mysterious place, and new technologies turn the impossible into the mundane every day. So, how do you, a Mobile Task Force Agent in the field, determine when an item is anomalous?
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One reliable and widely applicable test is the "9/10ths Check." If you see what appears to be an unusual item, in either its form or function, stop and:
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Think about the last 9 times you may have seen, used, or otherwise experienced similar objects;
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Identify what those items have in common, and differences that may distinguish them;
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Consider the object, our 10th one. Does it function in the same manner, for the same purposes, or appear similar to any of those other 9 items?
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If Yes: The object may be unusual, but not anomalous. Be cautious and monitor it for any additional properties (See 4:12, "Common Anomalous Effects" for more information).
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If No: There is a strong chance that the item is anomalous. Bag and tag it, and let the white-coats figure it out.
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- Exerpt from Section 3: Subsection 6, Mobile Task Force Handbook, 4th edition, 1947.
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SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer.
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SCP-6699-1_B: Cameron Auks - Navigator.
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SCP-6699-1_C:SCP-6699-1_C.
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For the implementation of GOTTFRIED Protocol DRAWN VEIL, Cameron Auks was selected as the primary candidate for the role of Navigator. Cameron Auks had served the Foundation as a member and occasional squad-leader of Mobile Task Forces Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders"), and Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") prior to his honourable discharge from the Foundation for medical reasons. Following his recovery, Cameron Auks continued to serve the Foundation in an advisory role for MTF deployments in urban and naval environments.
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Cameron Auks, henceforth SCP-6699-1_B, is intravenously linked to SCP-6699-1_C in the same manner as the previous test prior to integration into SCP-6699.
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Approximately 5 minutes after the confirmation of free circulatory blood flow between SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C, SCP-6699-1_B's immune system began aggressively targeting red blood cells throughout the subject's body.8 SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C were immediately uncoupled. The former subject's body continued to reject the integrated blood.
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Within a period of an additional five minutes, one of the subject's kidneys failed as the attacked blood cells degraded into an unknown, presumably toxic substance. At this point, SCP-6699-1_B lost consciousness. Medical personnel began an emergency transfusion with onhand O- human blood, but were unable to stabilize the subject before failure of the second kidney. SCP-6699-1_B was moved to an on-site operating room for a double, radical nephrectomy,9 and placed on dialysis. After completion of a 6-hour surgery, SCP-6699-1_B awoke 35 hours later. Due to the continued presence of potentially anomalous toxins within various organs and tissues of SCP-6699-1_B, a dual kidney transplant has been deemed insufficient, and SCP-6699-1_B is to remain on dialysis treatment.
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REVISED TESTING: 25/05/1991
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SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer.
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SCP-6699-1_B: Dr. Vivian Elmswood - Navigator.
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SCP-6699-1_C:SCP-6699-1_C.
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While testing was initially suspended following the previous events, Dr. Vivian Elmswood requests approval to act in the role of Navigator in a repeated attempt to implement Protocol DRAWN VEIL. This request was subsequently approved.
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I knew Cameron, not very well, but I had talked with him a few times on-site.
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I remember running into him just days after his diagnosis: early, stage-3A lung cancer. I offered my sympathies; he smiled and told me there was no need. He knew he'd beat it. Outwardly, he was like that, certain and confident. He was like a redwood: towering above you gently and calmly, hundreds of feet of straight, unwavering resilience. If he fell it would be momentous, but that sort of thing just doesn't happen.
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So, it was no surprise that he was right, and it was no surprise that when they approached him with DRAWN VEIL that he would accept. He was to grow steadily and surely from what we had established. But it didn't work, and it was up to me, the lateral bud, to sprout.
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I'm not a redwood. I don't know what tree I am. Maybe I'm not a tree at all - just the roots. I'm entangled. I have been my whole time here, my whole life. I promised them I could do it, but some part of me doubted that; I convinced myself I should, and maybe that's what should have actually given me pause.
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My research was in Applied Metaphysics, for Christ's sake: an oxymoron in the world we were to create.
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SCP-6699-1_B was administered additional immunosuppressants before circulatory coupling with SCP-6699-1_C. Furthermore, an on-site surgical team was prepped for quick response, and a dialysis machine moved into the testing site. After a period of 30 minutes, SCP-6699-1_B showed no adverse health effects from being intravenously linked to SCP-6699-1_C. Integration into SCP-6699 was approved.
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GOTTFRIED Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA was activated, and successfully segment-tracing of the map-construct confirmed. The Navigator was subsequently successfully integrated into the construct.
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After a period of approximately two hours, data from Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA confirmed that Protocol DRAWN VEIL had been successfully implemented. Information gathered from Foundation operatives globally confirmed its efficacy and a series of public surveys were administered via Foundation front companies to ascertain the extent of the Protocol's effectiveness.
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Due to the need for the Navigator to actively maintain Protocol DRAWN VEIL, SCP-6699-1_A, SCP-6699-1_B, and SCP-6699-1_C are to remain integrated into SCP-6699 for the foreseeable future, or until a replacement subject is needed.
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To maintain secrecy concerning SCP-6699, Dr. Phil Mackrel and Dr. Vivan Elmswood were declared deceased due to an automotive accident while transporting material from Site-184. A burial ceremony was held, and both awarded medals of honour for their service to the Foundation.
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GOTTFRIED is currently:
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GOTTFRIED PROTOCOLS
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ACTIVE PROTOCOLS:
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CAMERA OBSCURA: Conversion of sub-segmentations of the rhizomatic model produced by SCP-6699 into two-dimensional tracings to further develop our understanding of, and assist in navigation through, the human psychosphere.
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LIGHTHOUSE: Introduction of a conceptual 'beacon' to offer a reference point for navigation through the constructed map.
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MORNING BELL: Introduction of an auditory signifier into the psychosphere to determine the efficacy of direct manipulation methods.
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NETFISHER: Conversion of latent energy within the human psychosphere into electrical energy for the operation of SCP-6699.
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DRAWN VEIL: Introduction of a uniform notion of 'normality' into the collective human consciousness to establish a conceptual distinction between anomalous and non-anomalous phenomena.
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That's what they had really been after.
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They were throwing money at whoever could help them solve a problem back then. For the latter half of the 20th century, the Foundation had been gradually expanding in size and influence. We were a North American initiative that started making headway through the blasted ruins of post-war Europe. Sifting through the rubble and grabbing at pieces of forgotten folklore, traditional knowledge, ritualistic beliefs, and monsters that had been forced or lured from their dens - whether due to the fighting or the corpses. What had been superstition was labeled, studied, and hidden from the world.
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But the world is big, bigger than America, bigger than Europe. I touched the minds of billions; no one agreed on anything. What's 'abnormal' in one epistemology is natural in another: gods, spirits, blood-pacts, and old lore. Marie Curie looked at death-spewing rocks and we forced them into our dark science, our incessant rationalization of phenomena that for millennium had been inexplicable. There were things truer than math and ways of seeing the world that made more sense than ours.
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And the Foundation starts butting heads against it, them. And it pushes back. 'I am' it begs, shouts, cries, screams; 'you shouldn't be,' we whisper as we lock the cage.
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So site after site begins to pop up. We grow, rapidly - like cancer, further and further afield. Sneaking past borders in the night, blooming in the dark like concrete tumors. The USSR collapses, and we pour in, through the sledge-hammered gaps in the Berlin wall. Across Asia, Africa, endlessly grasping because there's always more. The anomalous is ever-present. Our systems of taxonomy and classification keep breaking down as we look people in the eyes and amnesticize them; their gods and idols, parts of cultures centuries older than our institution, already being moved to deeper, darker rooms.
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Then we had a chance - I gave us the chance - and we took it. We drew our line in the sand, in the consciousness of humans everywhere. They guided my hand and we pulled a veil over the world. We declared "this can be, that can not." And the damndest, scariest thing, is that it worked. Not entirely, but well enough. You can't even recall what it was like before, not really. We made that choice for you. We took it from you: the world before, when legends weren't myths, when the ghosts of who came before walked alongside us, when a floating rock might just be.
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And we did it with the fucking blood of a Daeva. Our 'scientific' ritual. Our grand illusion. It's insidious the way it works: the more you're exposed to it, the more it's reinforced. The lines tighten like a net, wrapping around you. The more people show you what life is, the more you lose of what it was. We forced the idea of normality into the human conscious and we, so many of us, embraced it.
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I believed in it, with every fiber of my being. I convinced myself we were right.
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Now, I'm not so sure. I can feel something, between the lines, in the darkness. It grows, yearning for what was lost, what we took away. The harder I push, the more I'm swallowed by it.
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Our line is fake, our science biased and deluded. That line we drew, it's sand on a beach and we're standing before the rising tide.
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I'm going to keep standing here; it's what I do, what I have done. But now you know. Hopefully, you all know.
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+Name: Tree-Rhizome
+Author: The author: The_DodoDevil
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0 - I hearby release the image under this license.
+Source Link: N/A (this page).
Item categorisation negates visual, verbal and physical depictions. This may extend to symbolic representation. If you are to continue with this document you must remain internally consistent.
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+Item designation may be subject to any number of contaminants, please review the following for more in-depth data:
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This designation is memetic, capable of propagating into the noosphere.
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Prophetic
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This designation has yet to foreshadow any future event.
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Auditory
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This designation has yet to produce sound.
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Tactile
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This designation has led to the propagation of the anomaly through touch.
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This designation has yet to produce any visual anomalies.
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This designation has yet to produce oracular anomalies.
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Item is yet to receive a proper and consistent designation.
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+Please inform your nearest Classification Department operative, if any false or unauthorised designations of the item are made.
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This page is maintained within an exclusionary zone.
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Item Number: SCP-6727
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Nominal classification aside, SCP-6727 should be represented via a consistent and well known form of № designation, so as not to risk a potential breach in consistency. Breaches in consistency are logged below:
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Global Occult Coalition (GOC)
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KTE-0455-Scarlet
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Wilson's Wildlife Solutions
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Critter Profile: Availability
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2.8
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Chaos Insurgency
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Item-Theta-0406
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Pro-apocalyptic religious sects
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Yeaü
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GRU Division P
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Case file: "Availability"
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Unknown
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Omega VIII
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K-Class Department
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𝑥K-Class-Lack-of-Consistency-Senario
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Minor Anomalies Department
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N/A
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SCP-6727
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Zeta-16-1
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If you wish to submit a proposal for the reclassification of SCP-6727, then please contact your nearest Classification Department information officer. If one is not available, then please reserve your proposal for another time.
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Object Class Designation: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6727 is secured within an association lock, acting between itself and designation used to inform personnel. Due to the vulnerability of said lock, personnel are to refer to SCP-6727 as "SCP-6727". Any individuals discovered to have disregarded this rule, could potentially face involuntary termination. If termination is unavailable to the scheduled individual due to a drop in consistency, said individual is to voluntarily attempt to self-terminate via any methods available to them. If this task is not fulfilled, then you have functionally rearranged all paradigms centred around Foundation SCP classification. A list of potential designations for SCP-6727 has been compiled below:
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Association Lock III
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[REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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Association Lock IV
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[REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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Association Lock V
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[REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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[REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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If all of the following potential designations are found to be incompatible with SCP-6727, then it should yet again be designated "SCP-6727" despite all logical irregularities in this method.
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Regarding the Object Class of SCP-6727, it should be noted that it has been revised at several different instances during the development of SCP-6727's designation. This has led to SCP-6727's object class being regarded as unimportant or flimsy among Foundation personnel. It is important to be self aware of this effect, as to fully grasp the scope of SCP-6727's containment (see Incident-6727-alpha).
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Medical personnel should be looking out for the following symptoms of those affected by mental unauthorised redesignation of SCP-6727:
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Slurred speech
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Manifesting non-nominal depictions of SCP-6727
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Personnel witnessing these symptoms are to immediately report it to site command.
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Incident-6727-alpha: On the 26/4/1987, MTF-Zeta-16 ("Available") operative Karl June was suspected of having mentally redesignated SCP-6727 to an unknown designation. His symptoms were ignored however and he was allowed to participate in several Foundation operations. During an operation in which Karl was aboard a Foundation Boeing-C-17 Transport Aircraft, Karl passed out and collapsed. It was reported that he'd begun bleeding from his mouth and nose. This was later identified as SCP-6727 repurposing Karl June's name to be used as its designation as opposed to its SCP designation.
Interviewer: Dr. Mackintosh
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Dr. Mackintosh enters the room, aligning a stack of papers on the table as he sits down.
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Dr. Mackintosh: First things first, I'd like to establish who it is I'm talking to. Karl June, or [DESIGNATION INVALID]?
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Karl June: (Produces an auditory anomaly.)
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Dr. Mackintosh: That won't work here unfortunately.
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Dr. Mackintosh sits back in his chair.
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Dr. Mackintosh: That settles it then. What happens to the consciousness once you've taken over? There's no transference or anything?
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Karl June remains silent.
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Dr. Mackintosh: Screening showed us that several portions of the brain had become functionally dead, so we're quite amazed that you can still talk and walk for the most part. It's clear that whatever is controlling that body is foreign to our reality, am I right?
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Karl June remains silent.
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Dr. Mackintosh: You see, whatever we class you as becomes royally fucked. Whether that was the GOC or Insurgency is irrelevant, the point is that coherency has heavily decreased since your designation was changed. The more names you get, the more… well you get the picture.
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Karl June remains silent.
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Dr. Mackintosh: Look, I got a million other things to do rather than sit here and do nothing, so you can either talk or we both watch the world slowly become more and more inconsistent. You were once a council member, for christ's sake.
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Karl June remains silent, prompting Dr. Mackintosh to leave his seat and walk towards the door.
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Karl June: SCP-6727.
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Dr. Mackintosh: Huh? Who'd have thought it'd sound like that?
Digital recreation of a recovered diagram depicting an early design for SCP-6829-A. Weapon systems are not present as this iteration was intended for reconnaissance.
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Item #: SCP-6829
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6829-A is currently kept at Site-18 within a large containment chamber. Further testing with SCP-6829-A has been suspended, and it is to remain deactivated. Counter-intelligence operatives are tasked with discrediting the existence of SCP-6829-A in the public consciousness. Online spaces that host discussions related to SCP-6829-A are to be monitored for disseminating disinformation.
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SCP-6829-B is contained on-site in Antarctica within Provisional Site-6829. All personnel are to maintain a minimum distance of 7 m away from the object. Additional support beams have been installed to reinforce the structural integrity of the hangar housing SCP-6829-B. Visual and auditory hallucinations are to be considered normal, and personnel must undergo weekly psychological evaluations.
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Description: SCP-6829 refers to two objects designated SCP-6829-A and SCP-6829-B.
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SCP-6829-A is an experimental aircraft developed during the Second World War by Krupp engineers, and the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps of Nazi Germany. According to recovered documents from the Reich Ministry of Aviation, it was intended to be an anti-gravity propelled vehicle equipped with anomalous assets under the name Haunebu.1 However, numerous delays combined with the conclusion of World War II prevented the completion of the project. SCP-6829-A is believed to be the only prototype in existence.
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SCP-6829-A is in the shape of a disc with a sphere at the center, which is where the cockpit is located. The total diameter of the aircraft is 4.2 m wide while the sphere itself is 2.9 m. The interior of the cockpit is circular, and accessible from a hatch on the hull. It was designed to house two pilots who were seated opposite of each other. Parts of its frame are covered in steel panels bolted to it, but many internal components remain exposed. It is equipped with 4 single-mounted MG 131 turrets around the top of the cockpit. In addition, reinforced cameras are attached to each turret that transmit a live visual feed to screens within the cockpit. SCP-6829-A also exhibits 4 retractable landing gear.
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SCP-6829-A possesses the following anomalous properties.
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All turrets were connected to an automated targeting system utilizing circuits imbued with thaumaturgical sigils, and a single-chip microprocessor composed of human tissue. A demonic seal2 is etched into this component, which generated Tartarean Resonance Energy3 when the automated system was activated. The system had an accurate firing rate of 90% when locked on targets, but it was incapable of discerning between allies or enemy combatants. To reduce risk of sudden activation and other Tartarean-class activity, an exorcism was performed to disable it.
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The turrets can switch from mundane bullets to a specialized set of ammunition. They resemble standard bullets for the MG 131, except they have a thaumaturgical symbol painted on the casing. When fired they produce large amounts of electrical charge. Upon impact an electromagnetic pulse is generated with an area of effect of approximately 4 m.
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SCP-6829-A is equipped with a bomb bay accessible through an aperture beneath the cockpit. It was intended to drop both anomalous and mundane munitions for bombing runs. One of the munitions designed for this purpose were 3 ceramic bombs covered in thaumaturgical sigils containing rats in a state of suspended animation. They became animate when the ceramic was broken, and it was discovered the rats were infected with a strain of SCP-008.4 All recovered specimens were disposed of by incineration.
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Attached to a ceiling compartment within the cockpit, a cylindrical metal tube measuring 15 cm long houses a synthetic crystal wrapped in copper wire. It is connected to a switch that triggers the flow of an electrical current through the wire. Upon receiving the electrical charge, the crystal will refract light in a 5 m radius, rendering SCP-6829-A invisible to observers. While active pilots were unable to see due to a lack of light entering their eyes. The Obskurakorps proposed that pilots should sparingly use the feature to strategically confuse enemy combatants during air combat manoeuvring.
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SCP-6829-A is capable of teleportation in short distances, which is inputted through a computer terminal in the cockpit. However, when activated the pilots did not teleport with SCP-6829-A to the desired location. As a result, subsequent test flights by the Germans were prohibited from using the feature, and it was tested on the ground to minimize potential damages. Foundation researchers were able to verify this flaw with an agent volunteering to be in the cockpit.5
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Anti-gravity propulsion and power supply is generated by a bell-shaped device located between the pilots. Various cables are attached to it, and it appears to be seamless. The exact contents of the device are unknown, but it is suspected to be biological in nature. When SCP-6829-A is activated it produces a sound resembling a slow heartbeat, which becomes more rapid during liftoff. In addition, a substance referred to as "Xerum 525" was used for the core, later identified as a mixture of mercury and equine blood. This prompted speculation by researchers that the core is likely to be a variant of a mercury-vortex engine. The resulting anti-gravitational field creates a microgravity environment around the object. However, negative health effects will manifest from prolonged exposure to the anti-gravity bubble within the cockpit. Subjects will most notably exhibit muscle atrophy, and a decrease in bone density over time. Furthermore, the anti-gravity field will eventually begin to expand the longer it remains active, causing all objects in its vicinity to become weightless. It is unknown how far the field can stretch before reaching a limit, but a distance of 16 m was measured before the test was terminated.
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Aerial photograph of Tarnewitz in 1941.
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SCP-6829-A was recovered on May 1, 1945 at the Tarnewitz research facility near Boltenhagen, Germany.6 It was found in one of the subterranean hangars alongside other anomalous weaponry in development. Various documents were destroyed prior to the arrival of American forces, but some files were able to be salvaged regarding the project. A few alluded to SCP-6829-A being loosely modelled after SCP-6829-B.
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SCP-6829-B is a damaged spacecraft of extraterrestrial origin. It is in the shape of an oblate spheroid with a diameter of 5 m, and constructed from a grey colored metal. Thermal imaging reveal it to possess a surface temperature of around 35 °C.
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In-depth research into SCP-6829-B is currently not possible due to a distorting spatial anomaly surrounding the object. The area of effect ranges up to around 6 m, but it has been observed to fluctuate further by several centimeters. Individuals that attempt to approach the object will experience fatal phenomena such as folding into themselves; merging with the ground and other surrounding objects; body parts being spontaneously relocated away from the subject; or complete disintegration.
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Additionally, within approximately 20 m of SCP-6829-B, individuals will experience hallucinations. Personnel will report hearing incomprehensible voices, and witness unidentified objects or loved ones the closer they are to the object. Notably, this effect has been diminishing throughout its history within containment. It was originally recorded to have span over an area of around 50 m. The cause for the decreasing range is unknown.
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According to documents from Wewelsburg Castle, SCP-6829-B was recovered in the summer of 1936 after crashing in the Black Forest near Frieburg, Germany. This information is corroborated by a French observatory that noted an object entering the Earth's atmosphere, but it was dismissed as a meteor at the time. Additionally, the Obskurakorps claimed SCP-6829-B originated from an advance civilization in the Taurus constellation near Aldebaran.7 However, this information is considered unreliable as it cannot be verified, and it is unknown how it was acquired by the organization. Sometime in 1943, SCP-6829-B was transported from Germany to a facility in New Swabia.8 It is kept within an underground hangar isolated from the rest of the complex. Due to the hazardous anomaly surrounding the object it cannot be relocated. As a result, Provisional Site-6829 has been established to monitor it.
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Addendum 01: The individual responsible for the development of SCP-6829-A was later identified as Arland Schmitz. After the Second World War, Schmitz was acquired by the United States government through Operation Paperclip to develop aircraft for the US Air Force. Under their employ, he aided in the development of SCP-████ and SCP-████; resulting in the McCarthy-Truman UFO Scandal of 1951, and the Kecksburg UFO Incident of 1965, respectively. The Department of Defense were reluctant to surrender Schmitz over to the Foundation up until his assassination by Soviet GRU agents on February 2, 1953. Memos were recovered from Germany that were written by or addressed to Schmitz regarding SCP-6829-A and -B. They have been translated into English from German. Person of Interest files for all individuals named in these memos can be provided upon request.
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Maria Orsic
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Turrets
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Please tell those wizards from the Thule Society that the turrets shot another one of my engineers with hellfire. This is the third time this week, Maria. The holy water is not working. In fact, I think it only agitates it. We need a better way to control the bloodlust of this demonic abomination now or we cannot continue to work.
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Hans Kammler
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Xerum 525
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The alchemist of the Thule Society sends his regards, and hopes this single barrel of Xerum 525 will satisfy your needs. The tests at Wenceslas showed great promise, but I personally believe the rocket will be our future. I have seen the original vehicle. It is something only a god could build for traveling the stars. Nonetheless, do not let me discourage you. We will need whatever we can develop to win this war.
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Otto Weber
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Peer Review
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I am writing to notify you that I have received your notes. On behalf of my team, we are thankful for your assistance. Haunebu will dominate the skies once we properly integrate the displacement mechanics into its core. Best of luck to you on Project Chronos.9
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Heinrich Himmler
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Shipment
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We have received the specimen from the Eastern Front. This plague will be a fine addition to Haunebu's armaments. We began by infecting rats with it. They make for good hosts given their size, and their ability to spread all manner of pestilence.
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Unfortunately, a researcher got bitten by one of the awful critters. Of course, we shot him in the head and burned his body as instructed in the reports without further incident. I dare not imagine an outbreak on our fatherland as described by our men at the frontline.
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A weapon such as this will be perfect for isolated locations such as Britain. I'm sure the Fuhrer will see the potential devastation we can inflict with it.
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Relocation of Black Forest Vessel
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The Black Forest vessel is to be transported to New Swabia. It is the safest place given the uncertain future we now face. Commander Karl Reuter will be leading this relocation effort. Have it ready for him.
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Addendum 02: The following journal entries were retrieved from Provisional Site-6829. Various pages were burnt or torn out, and the author of their contents is unknown. There are no dates on any of the entries, but it is estimated they were written between 1944 to 1956. Extraneous entries not mentioning SCP-6829-B have been omitted.
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The voyage was long, but we have finally arrived to New Swabia. The Antarctic is cold and barren, but the base they built is below that awful surface.
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The strange vehicle we brought with us is now secure in one of the hangars. Commander Reuter told us that it fell from the heavens as a blessing, and our enemies must never have it. Others have brought various machines, and rare Aryan artifacts here.
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Hopefully we win the war soon. I cannot send letters from here back home. My sister lost her husband in the front, and her daughter, precious Tulip, became terribly ill recently. I hope for them the best until I can return to Berlin.
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The fool activated it. I saw several men who accompanied him be crushed into the floor or crumbled to dust until nothing was left. It whirred loudly before going silent. None of us can get close to the vehicle now without being killed. Our only hope is for it to lose power. After all, it is just a machine.
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It is a shame this happened for nothing. The snow men10 were able to successfully fend off the British commandos.11 Commander Reuter will be disappointed once he returns.
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I refuse to return to that hangar. Whispers keep coming out of the machine, and I sometimes hear the giggling of my niece. The others agree with me. We'll close off the hangar for now. There are other problems at hand. A large military force is coming, probably Americans.12 We will have to prepare ourselves.
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We all had the same dream last night. There was nothing except an endless void of stars. I felt weightless like I was floating in water. Then I heard a voice I could not understand at first. It spoke some strange language until it eventually began speaking atrocious German that repeated itself. "Return" is what everyone could understand. I kept this to myself, but I also saw Tulip, my niece. She called for me to follow her, and play in her mother's garden. I now see her sometimes peeking around corners while giggling. Am I going mad? My thoughts do occasionally lie with my family, but they do not feel like they are my own. It is almost like a dream.
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We have lost contact with the Kindergarten.13 Volunteers are going to check on them after the storm passes. Werner wants to go with them to get far away from the hangar. He said maybe he will finally be able to get sleep over there. Perhaps I'll join him. I've been too frightened to sleep for I have nightmares of a terrible red storm.
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Fritz took his own life. We found him in his barracks. His note said he kept hearing his mother and grandmother calling for him to come to the hangar. He also kept writing "return" over and over. We got the crematorium to work for him, but I was unable to stay with the others as he burned. The fire looked too much like her hair.
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We are dead men. There is nowhere to go, and nobody will come for us. Food supply is dwindling after the fire ravaged it. This land is cursed. Tulip keeps tugging at my arm to follow her. She says the hangar with the machine is warm with a beautiful garden. Her mother is also there. Maybe I'll finally go with Tulip. I'm tired of being cold.
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Image received during the transmission.
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Addendum 03: On March 15, ████, SCP-6829-B released a burst of ionizing radiation. Personnel present within Provisional Site-6829 at the time exhibited radiodermatitis, and accompanying symptoms of radiation sickness such as nausea. Thermometers recorded an increase in temperature within the hangar up to 41 °C before quickly receding back to normal. SCP-6829-B remained idle for 4 minutes until it began to send a transmission to all nearby devices capable of receiving it in a 2 km radius. It contained the following message in German with an image attached to it. No further communication has occurred since.
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Danger. Repairs unsuccessful. Cessation of systems inevitable. Return the pilot. Return home.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6888 is contained in a fifteen meter ice locker at Site-07. No further containment procedures are necessary at this time.
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Description: SCP-6888 collectively designates a group of twenty five human corpses exhibiting no signs of decomposition or decay at a cellular level. In addition to this effect, instances of SCP-6888 do not experience many other phenomena typically associated with death, including: decreases in body temperature, skin discoloration, and production of putrescine.
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Each instance of SCP-6888 currently in containment is physically identical to a statesman, world leader, cultural figure, or other similar individual who had died in the decades prior to the object's discovery. As exhumation has revealed that the cadavers of these persons remain in their original places of burial, there is currently no tangible explanation for their similarities to SCP-6888.
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Discovery: SCP-6888 was discovered on August 12th, 1984, in Svalbard, Norway, beneath an abandoned structure believed to have served as a mausoleum for the objects at some point in the past. The building had fallen into disrepair before being acquired by containment operatives, and was entirely collapsed in certain sections, impeding SCP-6888's retrieval.
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The interior of the structure was divided into twenty six burial chambers, each corresponding1 to an instance of SCP-6888, which were removed over the course of the next several hours and taken to Site-07 for examination. Below is an abridged list of notable instances recovered, along with descriptions of the chambers in which they were stored.
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Instance resembles former Japanese Emperor Meiji. Subject is dressed in traditional regal garb, and was clasping a rusted golden sabre at the time of recovery.
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The walls of the chamber are decorated with a series of brightly colored woodblock prints depicting various societal and military achievements attained under Meiji's reign. Notable examples include: the proclamation the 1889 Constitution of Japan, the first session of the Imperial Diet, workers constructing telegraph lines, and Japanese warships bombarding Russian forces during the Siege of Port Arthur.
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Instance was found situated in an ornate limestone sarcophagus, with the words "lie" and "wait" engraved at the base of the tomb in Kanji characters.
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Instance resembles Serbian-American engineer Nikola Tesla.
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Room is sparsely furnished. The floor is cluttered with notes on a variety of unfinished mechanical devices, with a particular fixation on the creation of automatons and the concept of artificial intelligence.
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No burial rituals preformed. Subject was discovered chained to a plain metal folding chair, with the words "not yet" engraved repeatedly onto the objects seat and manchette.
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Instance resembles former Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt, dressed in a light blue swimsuit.
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Chamber contains a large number of political paraphernalia for Holt's 1966 Liberal Party leadership campaign, and the subsequent Australian federal election. The room also hosts a large number of spearfishing equipment, swimming supplies, and taxidermy of marine wildlife.
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Instance currently under investigation for possible ties to SCP-3477.
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Instance resembles Turkish statesman Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, dressed in a black lounge suit.
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Chamber appears to be an exact replica of Atatürk's personal quarters at Dolmabahçe Palace in Istanbul, Turkey.
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Large portions of the chamber are charred or collapsed; believed to be due to a fire beginning with a large pile of incinerated kilim fabric in the northwest corner of the room.
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Chamber resembles the 'Green Room' of the United States Executive Mansion. The chamber is filled to the brim with numerous materials from a variety of highly specific 19th century United States national elections, including: the 1856 & 1848 United States presidential election, the 1852 Whig National Convention, and the 1856 "Know Nothing" party nominating convention.
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A single open casket lies in the center of the chamber. DNA testing of skin cells left on the receptacle's padding has been identified as belonging to American soap opera star Alec Baldwin. The implications of this discovery are unclear at this time.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following document has been infected by the anomaly that it describes. To whichever site has experienced a breach and has not filed SCP-7084, our organization, and humanity as a whole, depend on you.
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The Foundation's Legal Department and the Department of Miscommunications are currently trying to stop and contain the spread of SCP-7084.
Any site having recently experienced a containment breach should immediately check for manifestations of SCP-7084 instances, file them accordingly, and submit the file to RAISA for review.
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Foundation operatives covertly embedded within various branches of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) across the United States are to remain informed of any indications of recent containment breaches.1 Embedded agents are to destroy discovered IRS documents relating to security breaches after IRS internal processing, and all non-Foundation personnel exposed to the contents of such documents are to undergo amnesticization.2
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In case of an SCP-7084 outbreak, several foundation-operated AIs are to create files for SCP-7084 to infect, to prevent the destruction of other, important files.
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Part I: Identifying Information:
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Please enter your name, address, and employer identification number (EIN) exactly as they appeared on your original tax return. Failure to provide accurate information may result in delays or errors in processing your amended return.
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Name of Site Director. If fae, leave blank:_______________
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Foundation Site, including specialization:_______________
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Site Address (If Site does not physically exist, leave blank.)_______________
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City, town or post office, state, and ZIP code:_______________
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Social security number (SSN):_______________
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Is the Site temporary or newly established since the last annual tax form?
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Did you “materially participate” in the operation of this Site during 2023? If “No,” see instructions for limit on losses:
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SCP-7084 refers to an anomalous phenomenon involving the manifestation of tax papers after events that result in notable expenditure of Foundation resources, primarily containment breaches. The papers materialize within the affected organization's financial department or relevant administrative area.
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SCP-7084 will typically appear within 24 hours following a breach. The manifestation process of SCP-7084 is spontaneous and occurs regardless of the physical location or time of the breach.3 The papers resemble standard tax documents, including forms, schedules, and annual statements.
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Upon examination, the contents of SCP-7084 appear to be genuine tax-related documents associated with individuals directly affected by the breach.
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The personal details and financial information contained within SCP-7084 are always current and accurately reflect the tax obligations and liabilities of the individuals involved. This includes income statements, deductions, and tax liabilities.
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In the event that SCP-7084 is not filed and submitted following a breach, internal Foundation files will begin to slowly be replaced with instances of SCP-7084, with preference given to files related to taxes, the IRS, SCP-7084 itself, and financial accounts.
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Part II: Nature of Breach:
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Indicate the nature of the containment breach in question. Select the appropriate option from the following.
SCP-7084 was initially discovered following the breach of 𝐢5790,4 with all information regarding 𝐢5790 being purged. While searching for information regarding 𝐢5790, several records were found related to 𝐢5790 in the IRS archives. Further research lead to thousands of papers about the SCP Foundation and containment breaches.
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Records indicate that prior to its discovery, personnel have consistently disregarded the anomalous nature of SCP-7084 documents, which have been filed without question since the establishment of the Foundation, unbeknownst to the administration. Since its discovery, SCP-7084 has posed an Amida-Class Disruption to the inner workings of the Foundation.
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After several years of researching the history of the IRS, many documents related to the SCP Foundation have been uncovered, including the identities of the O5 Council and the Administrator. For more information, please refer to "Further Research".
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+Part III: Statement of Explanation:
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Please explain the breach and its impact on financial systems, including any relevant dates, parties involved, and an estimated loss of personnel. Attach additional sheets if necessary.
Quantify the financial damages resulting from the breach. Please include a breakdown of affected financial entities, monetary losses, and any supporting documentation. Attach additional sheets if necessary.
Summary: Every year, several dozen papers related to SCP-5243 manifest throughout the United States. These papers are identical in appearance and content.
Summary: SCP-7084 complied to the nominative hazard of the trees that should not be spoken. Every mention of the lost and quiet forest used a different name. When questioned, a man with fur and long ears did confirm that they pay taxes.
Summary: Manifestation of SCP-7084 was discovered due to a grizzly bear attack in Louisville, Kentucky. SCP-7084 included the equation that manifested SCP-1313.
Summary: Notably, several papers relating to SCP-6269 manifested without a breach event. These papers implicated the Acquisitions, Engineering, and Human Resources departments in allegations of tax fraud.
Summary: SCP-6599-1 materialized within the ████████ Post Office, North Dakota, resulting in substantial damage to the facility. During the incident, SCP-6599-1 vocally expressed its displeasure, stating, "YOU STUPID TAX-FUCKERS TRYING TO INSULT ME? DON'T YOU EVER CALL MY AMAZING MOVES UNPREDICTABLE AND AGGRESSIVE. I AM NOT AGGRESSIVE." The SCP-7084 manifestation related to SCP-6599-1 was discovered in multiple pieces.
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List below expenses not previously mentioned. Attach additional sheets if necessary.
On 9/14/2025, the Foundation started an investigation into the past of the Internal Revenue Service. Through anomalous means, the Foundation has discovered that the existence of the IRS predates the existence of humanity. IRS records include information regarding every known and unknown group of interest.
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Upon further examination, instances of groups with the identical goal to the IRS have appeared within all civilizations and groups across reality, with the concept of "taxes" having a notable imprint within the noosphere.
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Further research into the nature of the IRS is an ongoing priority.
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Under penalties of perjury, I declare that I have examined this amended return, including accompanying schedules and statements, and to the best of my knowledge and belief, it is true, correct, and complete.
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Signature:_______________
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Date:_____________
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There are only two guarantees in life:
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Death, and taxes.
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And the O5s have avoided death for way too long.
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Part VII: Instructions for Submission:
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Upon completion, submit this amended tax return to the International Revenue Service, accompanied by any necessary supporting documentation relating to the breach and its impact. Please retain a copy for your records. And stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.
Special Containment Procedures: The light-generating apparatus designated SCP-712-1 is stored fully assembled in a secure storage room at Research Site-14. The room's air is to be HEPA filtered and anyone entering must wear a clean room suit to minimize introduction of dust that could interfere with the optics of SCP-712-1. Anyone making adjustments to the components of SCP-712-1 must wear non-powdered nitrile gloves; latex gloves are not permitted as Dr. ███████ is severely allergic. The vibration-absorbing base of SCP-712-1 is attached securely to a 1.5 meter high table that is securely bolted to the floor of the room. The layout of this secure storage room is an "L" shape with the apparatus aimed at the far wall perpendicular to the door. No video recording devices are permitted in the room and all cameras viewing the entrance are to be fitted with one Wratten #90 filter and one linear polarizing filter with the axis of polarization oriented horizontally.
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The emitting lens of SCP-712-1 is aimed at the rear wall and optical targets should be kept behind the apparatus except during testing. A SWNT forest panel is in place in front of the emitting lens of SCP-712-1 as a component of the fail-secure system. The rear wall of the room is tiled with SWNT Forest light absorbing panels. 10 (ten) standard 300 watt metal halide floodlights are aimed at the target wall and are to be turned on no less than one hour before SCP-712-1 is connected to a power supply to ensure that the color temperature has stabilized at 5000 K. These floodlights are shuttered as a component of the fail-secure system.
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A fail secure system is installed in the room. During operation, the floodlights will be shuttered and the panel in front of the emitting lens will retract. The researcher conducting an experiment must maintain constant pressure on a thumbswitch, and a bite plate will detect jaw clenching that may indicate a seizure. If pressure on the thumb switch is released, pressure on the bite plate exceeds normal limits, or power to the system is lost, the shutters covering the floodlights will drop away and the light absorbing panel will drop into place in front of SCP-712-1's emitting lens.
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All personnel and test subjects who are present when SCP-712-1 is powered are to be administered vision tests to measure distance vision, near vision, and color perception before entering the room and immediately after leaving. Unless authorized by Dr. ███████ in writing and approved by a Level 4 staff member, no individual who exhibits any degree of colorblindness is permitted to enter the room. Individuals who exhibit diminished visual ability after an experiment will be held for observation for 24 hours and tested before being released. Any individual who continues to exhibit diminished visual ability after the 24 hour observation period will be prohibited from working with SCP-712 and reassigned to a non-research position for an additional 30 days. Individuals exhibiting diminished visual ability after 30 days will be permanently reassigned. No individual who exhibits any diminished visual ability after 24 hours may be assigned to experiment further on SCP-712.
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Research on SCP-712 is coordinated by Dr. ███████.
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Description: SCP-712 is a pair of colors designated SCP-712-a and SCP-712-b, produced by the light-generating apparatus SCP-712-1. SCP-712-a is described by test subjects as "reddish green" and SCP-712-b is described by test subjects as "yellowish blue." While prior published research into impossible colors had achieved limited success by projecting one of two component colors into each eye of participants, SCP-712-a and SCP-712-b are each discrete colors. While the colors of SCP-712 can be perceived by human subjects, their wavelengths are expressed as imaginary numbers rather than wavelengths found in the visible spectrum. Specific information can be found in Dr. ███████'s research notes.
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Subjects who view these colors report feelings of unease or awe, with neither corresponding to particular post-exposure effects. Approximately 26% of subjects experience no effects after viewing SCP-712. Approximately 74% of subjects experience diminished visual ability after viewing SCP-712; approximately 95% of subjects who initially display diminished visual ability recover within 24 hours. Approximately 1% of subjects who experienced diminished visual ability after 24 hours did not recover.
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SCP-712-1 is a light-emitting apparatus that was removed from the laboratory of Dr. ██████ ███████████ at █████████ University.
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The apparatus is mounted on a vibration damping base. Components are labeled with stamped metal plates, and a plate at the front of the apparatus is stamped "f=9907mm." A cord with four wires protrudes from the power supply, which is labeled in permanent marker "220v."
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The major components of SCP-712-1 are the following:
+— A power supply that connects to a standard US 220 V three-phase outlet
+— A diode-pumped laser emitter that produces light at ███ nm
+— An oscillator-controlled ring electromagnet that surrounds the laser module connected to power by a two-position switch with positions labeled "a" and "b"
+— A series of beam splitters that divide the beam into 8 optical fibers of varying lengths and arranged in various geometric patterns
+— A set of 8 fluorite lenses that focus the output of the optical fibers onto the emitting lens; each lens is mounted on a unique keyed base and fits into one of two slots labeled "a" or "b"
+— A 10 cm lens made from a dense material with a refractive index of [REDACTED]; this element can be rotated around its optical axis by a metal peg attached to its edge that locks into two positions labeled "a" and "b." This is the emitting lens of SCP-712-1
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Do not make any adjustments to SCP-712-1 unless you have verified that power is disconnected. If you feel that basic safety rules do not apply to you, I will be more than happy to reassign you to a position in which your risk of injury will be limited to papercuts and writer's cramp. - Dr. ███████
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The main switch, keyed lens bases, and emitting lens are connected to a safety interlock that disconnects power to the laser emitter unless all components are set to either "a" or "b."
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Common Effects of SCP-712:
+The following effects have been observed in subjects exposed to SCP-712:
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— Perceived desaturation when viewing colors in the visible spectrum after viewing SCP-712. After viewing SCP-712-1a, subjects perceive desaturation of yellow and blue colors; after viewing SCP-712-1b, subjects perceive desaturation of red and green colors. This is the most commonly reported effect.
+— Viewing SCP-712 has triggered severe migraine headaches with visual aura in subjects predisposed to migraines on several occasions.
+— Diminished ability of the subject's eyes to focus visible wavelengths of light while retaining the ability to focus SCP-712 wavelengths.
+— Temporary complete blindness to the visible spectrum has been observed in two subjects. Both subjects recovered within the 30 day observation period.
+— Grand Mal seizures. Before the recovery of SCP-712-1, Dr. ██████ ███████████ appeared to have suffered a Grand Mal seizure. During initial experimentation, two subjects diagnosed with epilepsy suffered seizures.
Recovery of SCP-712-1:
+The Foundation was alerted to a possible anomalous object when Dr. ██████ ███████████, a respected professor of Physics at █████████ University was institutionalized following a reported nervous breakdown resulting in a fugue state lasting several days. Dr. ███████████ is a highly respected expert in sensitometry and had been expanding on Crane and Piantanida's research into human perception of "impossible colors" for three years prior to the recovery of SCP-712-1.
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Research assistants studying under Dr. ███████████ found him unconscious in his optics laboratory on July 02, 2009, after apparently having ripped the power cord of SCP-712-1 from a bench power supply during a grand mal seizure. Foundation investigators posing as doctors with the state's Department of Mental Health interviewed Dr. ███████████'s assistants and found that Dr. ███████████ "had always been obsessive about his work," often working long hours, a tendency that was also reported by former colleagues. Research assistants reported that Dr. ███████████ had recently begun to exhibit signs of severe stress, working around the clock and sleeping for short periods of time in his lab so as to devote more time to his work. Several interviewees noted that Dr. ███████████ had recently begun to make remarks about "doing the impossible" and discovering "the next level of human perception," but that he was secretive about his work and refused to allow colleagues and research staff into his laboratory beginning three weeks prior to his seizure and breakdown.
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Foundation staff searched Dr. ███████████'s laboratory and found SCP-712-1 mounted to a table with the emitting lens aimed at an 18% grey optical target placed 9907 mm from the emitting lens. On a desk behind SCP-712-1 were a single page of handwritten calculations describing the two output wavelengths of SCP-712, and a journal of notes. SCP-712 is referred to simply as "The Machine." The contents of the second page detailed observations of SCP-712-1's effects and Dr. ███████████'s personal notes. The content of the pages are transcribed as follows
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Page 1: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Journal: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Dr. ███████████'s handwriting becomes progressively less legible toward the end of the journal as he describes growing effects of observing SCP-712. He makes several mentions of protecting others and keeping them away from SCP-712.
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After reviewing Dr. ███████████'s writings, Foundation personnel recovered SCP-712. A cover story was presented to Dr. ███████████'s colleagues and researchers explaining that his research into LASER technology had been classified as a matter of national security. All individuals agreed to sign nondisclosure agreements and were subsequently administered Class A amnestics and implanted with false memories; research assistants were paid stipends as compensation. SCP-712-1 was removed and transported to Site-19.
09-August-2008
+I've run the calculations a dozen times, but I still can't figure out where ███████████ got these variables. Bypass the safety on the magnets and the beams cancel each other at the emitting lens. Rotate the lens to the wrong position and you get a blur. If the lenses don't The magnet is epoxied in place and I can't remove it without damaging it irreparably. As close as I can approximate, the field it generates is [REDACTED] oscillating cleanly from positive to negative at [REDACTED]. Everything should be well within the visible spectrum, but I can't figure out how the magnet does what he says it does or exactly how that lens focuses light at [REDACTED]. I'm submitting a request for human testing.
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13-August-2008
+I've made no progress on the math and neither have any of the Foundation's other physicists. The emitting lens seems to have a refractive index that varies significantly across the visible spectrum and the plot definitely isn't linear, it's almost asymptotic at certain points. I have a hunch, but I don't have the equipment at this site to test it and I'm going to have to wait at least a few days. Hopefully I'll be able to test it soon. It sounds crazy, but I'm inclined to trust Dr. ███████████'s research; [REDACTED]
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14-August-2008
+We carried out the first test today. [DATA EXPUNGED]
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[The remainder of this log is awaiting declassification]
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-7191 is contained in a humanoid containment cell at Site-17 and is to be provided with a portable oxygen tank alongside standard amenities. All proposals concerning SCP-7191-B extraction are to be sent to Dr. Barrack for review.
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SCP-7191 is held in a containment chamber installed with a built-in ventilation system at Site-17 and is medically restrained to their bed. Personnel must adorn respirators and flame-retardant coverings before entering the chamber. In the event that signs of leakage or ventilation breakdown are present, the attending supervisor is to be notified immediately.
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Description: SCP-7191 is an 11-year-old male humanoid of Chinese-American descent (formerly known as Collin Tian). SCP-7191 possesses an extra-dimensional space in the form of SCP-7191-A, a marble cave-like structure superimposed on their nasopharynx. SCP-7191-A is host to tunnels, cenotes, speleothems in addition to various mining-based materials.1
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SCP-7191 has a tangible effect on SCP-7191-A, as the entity's head movements or coughs result in the space temporarily changing gravity or be afflicted with tremors respectively. SCP-7191-A is not miniaturized and retains the actual corresponding size to that of non-anomalous caverns. Despite this, SCP-7191 is not weighed down by SCP-7191-A and has freedom of movement. SCP-7191 is overall not negatively affected by SCP-7191-A with the exception of indirectly causing its dyspnea, which can be alleviated via oxygen therapy.
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History: Prior to containment, SCP-7191 was born with multiple nasal-related disorders that worsened during its development. On 09/22/2022, SCP-7191's mother had taken the entity for a scheduled doctor's appointment, during which attending physicians were astonished to witness SCP-7191-A. The Foundation was alerted to the situation and amnestized all relevant parties. SCP-7191 was then subsequently transferred to Site-17.
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Addendum-01: Post-containment, an in-depth inspection of SCP-7191-A was performed through endoscopic technology. There, researchers discovered SCP-7191-B, a series of mineral deposits located throughout the anomaly. Individual SCP-7191-B instances not only hold native elements expected in underground mining, but also contain exceedingly excessive amounts of rare, artificial, and even anomalous metals such as Beryllium Bronze and Morgana Silver. However, SCP-7191-A is completely absent of fossil fuels such as natural gas and coal.
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The revelation that SCP-7191-B-related material are identical to their original counterparts and carry zero risk of anomalous contamination, combined with the ongoing global chip crisis convinced Site Director Thomas Graham to assign Dr. Barrack to SCP-7191's case to see if the entity was suitable for potential thaumiel class status.
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Although SCP-7191-B are capable of being mined, the diminutive size of SCP-7191-A's entrance and the impracticality of maneuvering the drill made extraction largely inefficient. Dissatisfied, Director Graham gave Dr. Barrack a strict deadline to bypass the 'obstacle' at hand or risk demotion. This issue was further exacerbated when SCP-7191 was beginning to reluctantly cooperate with staff, as extractions always caused the entity immense discomfort.
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To amend this, Dr. Barrack attempted to regain SCP-7191's compliance through enticement as he continued the struggle finding an optimal solution for his predicament.
[SCP-7191 is seated by the table, holding their hands and slowly swaying in their chair. The entity rubs their eyes when they notice the one-way mirror. SCP-7191 rubs their mask, sighs, then rests their head. The testing chamber's door opens.]
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[Dr. Barrack and several researchers pushing utility carts enter the chamber. Upon noticing them, SCP-7191 moves up from their seat and folds their arms. The entity looks to the floor.]
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Dr. Barrack: Hey champ, how you doin'?
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[SCP-7191 mutters under their breath.]
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Dr. Barrack: I'm sorry, can you repeat that son?
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SCP-7191: …I-I'm fine—
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[SCP-7191 abruptly slides down their mask and coughs loudly. The entity massages their throat when they observe the carts. SCP-7191 posture stiffens.]
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Dr. Barrack: SCP… Collin, can you sit back down? Nothing will happen, I promise. I just want to… give you something.
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SCP-7191: …O… O-Okay…
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[SCP-7191 slowly sits down, hands and shoulders visibly shaking. Dr. Barrack orders a researcher to bring one of the carts closer to the table. SCP-7191 covers their eyes as Dr. Barrack removes the cloth. The entity's breath shudders and respirates deeply when the sound of lighter flickering is heard.]
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SCP-7191: Hm?
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[SCP-7191 pulls away their hands. Dr. Barrack is using a barbecue lighter to ignite the candles on a white large rectangular cake. Although much of the font is illegible from this angle, the words "HAPPY" and "12TH" can be seen written on the surface with purple frosting.]
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SCP-7191: Um?
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[SCP-7191 looks at the other carts, various sweets and pizza resting on them.]
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SCP-7191: I don't get it. Is this another test?
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[Dr. Barrack chuckles and pours a glass of chocolate milk on the table. He is wearing a party hat and a polka-dot styled tie.]
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Dr. Barrack: Nope, no testing. It's a… reward.
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[Researchers begin transferring the dishes from the carts onto the table. SCP-7191 looks on in disbelief.]
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SCP-7191: Reward?!
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Dr. Barrack: Mm-hmm. Consider it a gift from me to you.
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[SCP-7191 reads the lettering.]
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SCP-7191: Oh… thank you? But it's not my birthday—
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Dr. Barrack: Consider it an early birthday then. I figured it was overdue for all the nice, wonderful hard work you've been doing.
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[Dr. Barrack gives SCP-7191 a spare party hat. SCP-7191 looks towards the glass, reaches for it and takes a sip. Visibly elated, the entity quickly downs its contents.]
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SCP-7191: So… cool… this is awesome! Thank you so much!
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Dr. Barrack: Hey, don't mention bud. What are friends for?
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SCP-7191: Yeah, thank you so much and… oh wow! Does that mean the tests have finished?
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[Dr. Barrack expresses an exaggerated frown.]
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Dr. Barrack: Sorry, champ, but that's not in cards.
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SCP-7191: Oh… because of my shiny boogers?
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Dr. Barrack: Yes, right on the nose… pun unintended. Collin, I know it sucks but if we don't remove them soon… it'll just cause more health problems in the long run. Y'know?
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SCP-7191: Oh… okay.
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[Dr. Barrack slides the cake closer to the entity. Dr. Barrack fills himself and the entity's glass with more chocolate milk.]
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Dr. Barrack: But it's not going to be forever, I promise. When we eventually remove all those, heh, boogers out, you can go back home. Promise.
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SCP-7191: You said 'promise' twice—
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Dr. Barrack: Anyways we should get this party started before your cake melts. Vanilla ice cream cake. Your favorite.
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[SCP-7191 smiles.]
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SCP-7191: Thank you so much. I'll try to do my best.
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Dr. Barrack: [Laughs] I'm sure you will.
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[SCP-7191 removes their mask. As they do so, the entity frowns.]
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Dr. Barrack: Something wrong, champ?
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SCP-7191: Sorry, Mr. Barrack. I've just been getting this gross smell all day. Is that normal?
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Dr. Barrack: Ah, that's probably the new nasal spray we've been given you. It'll pass. Eh… just not to exert your lungs far more than you have to.
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SCP-7191: Okay.
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[SCP-7191 inhales, leans close to the candles, and exhales. A bright light flash emanates from the table, instantaneously followed by a loud bang, then smoke. Attending researchers are bewildered and disoriented.]
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Dr. Barrack: T-T-The fuck?! What the hell is… Ow! Ow… why—
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[Dr. Barrack gasps. An eyeball is floating in his glass of chocolate milk and teeth are embedded in his arm. Dr. Barrack stares at the table in horror. SCP-7191 is sitting in their seat; fire and smoke emerge from their head.]
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[SCP-7191 sways widely, then falls onto the cake. The cake quickly melts as the table catches on fire. The fire alarm blares as Dr. Barrack watches from a distance, stunned. Researchers begin to panic as the fire spreads to SCP-7191's clothing.]
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[A researcher pulls on the fire extinguisher on the wall as security enter the room.]
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[END LOG]
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SCP-7191-A was inspected in the immediate aftermath, uncovering recently-drilled sections containing trace amounts of methane. Investigators deduced that prior to the events of Addendum-01, the entity was subjected to standard SCP-7191-B extraction that early morning. However, the research team had inadvertently perforated into a reservoir of natural gas, causing it to leak throughout SCP-7191-A. SCP-7191 didn't suffer the effects of the gas flooding into their respiratory tract due to the aforementioned small entrance to SCP-7191-A and the sufficient oxygen it was being supplied with.
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The resulting explosion caused the irrevocable destruction of SCP-7191's facial muscles, bones, and organs. The entity was also afflicted with substantial brain damage, causing it to undergo a deep coma. As SCP-7191 was placed in its current containment chamber, Site Director Graham drafted disciplinary measures for Dr. Barrack. Resources were also allocated to SCP-7191 for experimental reconstruction surgery.
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Addendum-02: Several days after, the combustion within SCP-7191 ceased completely. Another endoscopic exploration found that while SCP-7191-A was significantly damaged, a large portion of SCP-7191-B was not. The introduction of the enlarged opening on SCP-7191 allowed the application of drones to venture into and extract SCP-7191-B more efficiently and easier than prior attempts.
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Furthermore, the explosion unearthed more tunnels, leading to more caverns containing a massive overabundance of SCP-7191-B instances, even more than those located by the entrance. Months later, it was concluded that SCP-7191-A has no measurable length or depth, and is presumed to be infinite. Site Director Graham congratulated the research team's endeavors on finding a workaround solution for the preliminary issue, granting them more permits and permissions.
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Dr. Barrack was granted the opportunity for a promotion, but ultimately declined it. Dr. Barrack has drafted proposals citing up advocacy of siphon resources that are now primarily allocated to mining-based expenditures back to reconstruction surgery. The proposal was declined.
Special Containment Procedures: Per PoI-7199's request, all SCP-7199 instances have been transported to various animal institutions (such as pet stores and conservatories) in order to distribute them among the general population. Due to post-Veil circumstances, the observation and/or confinement of SCP-7199 is considered unnecessary.
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Description: SCP-7199 refers to a group of Green hairstreak (Callophrys rubi) butterflies. In terms of appearance, SCP-7199 displays no physical difference compared to their non-anomalous counterpart.
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SCP-7199 exhibits a probabilistic anomaly which beneficially affects those who remain within a five meter radius of them. This effect is especially prominent in individuals possessing the following traits:
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The subject works as an artist or writer of some form;
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The subject spends most of their time indoors;
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The subject struggles to consistently produce new content;
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The subject constantly lacks motivation and procrastinates;
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Subjects meeting the above criteria have a notably higher chance of success in pursuit of their career when in the presence of SCP-7199. Additionally, SCP-7199 is believed to induce increasing levels of productivity in the aforementioned group due to their generally positive attitude and behavior.
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Recovery: SCP-7199 was offered to the Foundation by a world-renowned author immediately following their retirement. Per their request to remain anonymous, they have been labelled PoI-7199.
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Below is a transcription of the exchange concerning SCP-7199's transfer to Foundation custody:
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»TRANSCRIPTION LOG«
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[BEGIN LOG]
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A Foundation-assigned vehicle drives up to PoI-7199's private conservatory and arrives by the front entrance. A brief moment of silence passes as Dr. Kirby Case and Dir. Amelie Metanoia observe the entirety of the greenhouse. Metanoia then turns to Case, gesturing to the building.
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Metanoia: So this is the place, right?
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Case: Yeah, that's what they said in the email. Never thought they had their own conservatory.
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Metanoia: I never thought they'd request me of all people to come. Guess I've been thrown into the limelight, huh?
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Case: Yeah, I do wonder why they requested for you specifically. Not only did such a well-known author suddenly contacted the Foundation, they even brought you up by name. It's quite bizarre, wouldn't you agree?
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Metanoia: Oh, trust me. I'm still processing this. It's just… I never thought I'd get to meet them, you know? I always enjoyed reading their bibliography on my off-time.
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Case: You must be very nervous, then.
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Metanoia: No, no, not really… Alright, maybe just a little.
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Case: (Smirks) Yeah, I figured.
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Metanoia proceeds to step out of the vehicle, closing the door behind her. She takes another look at the building. Case rolls down the car window as Metanoia turns to them once again.
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Case: Look, there's no need to panic. Just think of it as an interview. You've done them a million times already. I'm sure it'll be just fine.
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Metanoia: I know, I know.
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Case: Good, I'll be sure to pick you up once you're finished. Just give me a call, alright?
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Metanoia: (Chuckles) Of course… thank you, Case.
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Case: Anything for you, director. See you.
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Case proceeds to drive off. Metanoia waves at them until they are no longer visible. She sighs.
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Metanoia: See you…
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Metanoia turns her attention to the greenhouse once more before hesitantly entering the property.
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Still frame
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As Metanoia goes through the entrance, she looks to her surroundings: Numerous plants grow throughout the area. Taking in a deep breath, she gradually proceeds through the location, eyeing the flowers and crossing her arms.
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She stops at a point and focuses on some pink and orange flowers grouped together. Metanoia briefly caresses their petals.
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Metanoia: Beautiful…
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A voice is heard off-camera.
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Unknown: (Distant) I agree.
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Metanoia turns to the sound. PoI-7199 is standing, smiling at her.
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PoI-7199: Glad you could arrive, Ms. Metanoia.
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Metanoia straightens her posture.
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Metanoia: Oh, I didn't see you there. Sorry for not noticing you earlier.
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PoI-7199: That's quite alright. I like to startle people when they least expect it. Though, I hope I didn't frighten you too much.
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Metanoia: No need to worry. I'm just glad I had the pleasure to speak with you. I'm a great fan of your works, I must say.
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PoI-7199: If you're requesting an autograph, then I'm afraid I don't have a pen on me.
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Metanoia: Well, I haven't exactly brought any copies myself, unfortunately.
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PoI-7199: Next time, then.
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PoI-7199 ushers Metanoia to another room.
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PoI-7199: Now then, follow me.
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Metanoia and PoI-7199 arrive at a room to the side of the main building, with a window revealing an overwhelming number of SCP-7199 instances, resting on the branches of a tree.
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Metanoia: So they must be the four-leaf fluttering folk I've read in your email.
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PoI-7199: You're right on the money. Please, take a seat.
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PoI-7199 gestures to a glass roundtable and hurries to another room next door. As Metanoia takes a seat, she proceeds to observe the SCP-7199 instances. PoI-7199 can be heard off-camera.
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PoI-7199: Do you prefer coffee or tea?
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Metanoia: I'm in the mood for some tea, please.
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PoI-7199: Coming right up, miss.
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Some time passes. PoI-7199 eventually returns to the camera's view, holding two cups of tea in their hands. They place them down on the table and sits across from Metanoia, who takes a sip from her cup.
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PoI-7199: Again, I must thank you for making some time for me. I hope I'm not troubling you too much.
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Metanoia: No worries. We are the Foundation, after all. We are all for anomalous phenomena, including the wonderful collection of butterflies you have here. Though I am curious…
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Metanoia takes another sip.
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Metanoia: …is there some specific reason you wanted us to take them in? As well as why you specifically sent me an invitation?
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PoI-7199: Ah, yes. I was about to tell you that. Well…
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PoI-7199 looks to the ceiling.
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PoI-7199: Do you know what it takes to be successful in the writing industry? Or really, the entertainment spectrum in general. Obviously, it takes a lot of effort. You have to put your blood, sweat, and tears into your own work each and every day, making and remaking your piece, before shoving it into the spotlight for everyone to see.
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PoI-7199: This should go without saying, but I was once a lowly, amateur author myself. Though I do appreciate my older works, I can't help but cringe at the many mistakes I used to make. That's not to say I've perfected the art of wielding the pen, but I came a long way since then.
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Metanoia: I'm sure a lot of us can relate.
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PoI-7199: Back then, I would spend each waking moment focused on crafting my next book, hoping this one could potentially shoot me into the stratosphere. But, with people like me, who forget how to stay grounded, I would be let down by the result. I was always too fixated on finding success instead of figuring out how to succeed.
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PoI-7199: And one day, after constantly attempting and failing to make a living for myself, I just decided to give up. I didn't want to do it anymore.
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Metanoia: That's quite unfortunate.
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Closeup shot of an SCP-7199 instance
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PoI-7199: (Chuckles) Yes, well… that was when they (gestures to SCP-7199) came into my life.
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Metanoia: Is that so? When did you first encounter them?
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PoI-7199: Oh, they actually belonged to my late wife. You see, she had a considerable interest in gardening and insects, especially butterflies. She always told me how she adored how colorful their wings were, and how they flew through the air as she catered to the flowers.
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PoI-7199: In fact, she even took care of all the plants you see here.
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Metanoia: Hmmm… I can tell that she put a lot of time into them. They're so vibrant and pleasing to look at.
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PoI-7199: Aren't they?
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PoI-7199 crosses their arms.
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PoI-7199: As I was saying, I lacked the motivation to continue. I was in a slump, essentially. That's when she told me something. She said that whenever she felt down, she would spend her time with the butterflies. They gave her a sense of peace, and they always motivated her to push on.
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PoI-7199: I figured, "Eh, I might as well.", since I didn't have any better alternatives. Besides, it had been some time since I took a step outside the house.
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Metanoia: I'm assuming this worked out, correct?
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PoI-7199: Yes, after a moment of sitting in the garden and taking in the wonderful view, I could slowly feel my passion returning to me. I was ready to write again. Ever since then, I would rely on these critters to help me from my writer's block.
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PoI-7199 laughs to themself.
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PoI-7199: My lovely wife basically saved me back then. A dear, she was. I miss her every day.
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Metanoia: That's very sweet…
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PoI-7199 holds their cup to their mouth and blows.
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Metanoia: That being said, though: I'm confused. Why give something that has such a connection with you and your wife to us? You have every reason to keep them to yourself.
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PoI-7199: (Deeply inhales) How do I say this… it was a promise we made.
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Metanoia: A promise?
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PoI-7199: She always wanted to have the butterflies here flutter away and spread the joy she felt — that we felt — to as many people as they can. She told me to take them across the world like a shooting star in the night sky once she passes away.
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PoI-7199 pauses.
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PoI-7199: And when she grew cold in my arms, I felt hesitant. I couldn't figure out how to go about it. Bring them to a zoo? No. Take them to a local pet shelter? No. I wanted to make this sendoff special, I didn't want to cut it short and simple. I would never be satisfied with that otherwise. This was my wife's dying wish, and I wanted to fulfill it the best I can.
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PoI-7199 takes a sip from their cup.
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PoI-7199: And well, you may be wondering why I asked for you to come instead of any other of your acquaintances.
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Metanoia nods.
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PoI-7199: It was way back then, when your Foundation went and revealed yourselves. Some of your files leaked, and I couldn't help but take a gander myself. Curiosity got the better of me, you know?
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PoI-7199: The more I've read through them, the more suspicious I grew. It was only a matter of time till I realized the capabilities of the insects who've stuck with me my entire career, my entire life. I was bewildered to find out just how special my wife's butterflies really were.
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PoI-7199: And with a group as large as yours, I thought this would be the perfect chance to give a proper farewell to the one I cherish the most.
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PoI-7199 takes in a deep breath.
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PoI-7199: That's exactly why I asked you to come, Ms. Metanoia.
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Metanoia: I'm surprised you even know my name.
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PoI-7199: Like I've said, the leaked files. I said before that this would be the greatest opportunity I'd been given, but with how your Foundation operates, I had mixed feelings about it.
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PoI-7199: On one hand, I can commend the lengths you reach in order to protect humanity from the dangers of the unknown. However, with the many people trapped under lock and key, unable to view the outside world ever again, I had second thoughts on whether this was the right decision at all.
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Metanoia: I can understand where you're coming from. I have heard similar arguments coming from both sides of the public.
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PoI-7199: But once I stumbled upon your division — the AEED — and everything you've done to bring a smile on everyone's faces, despite it being practically against everything your Foundation stands for, all my doubts had washed away.
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PoI-7199: Amelie, the acts that you've done just to bring in some light for all the living beings forced to remain in the dark are astounding. You should be proud of yourself for all you've done for them.
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Metanoia: Heh, what can I say? I just want to help as many people as I can.
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PoI-7199: You're the only person I can trust in carrying out this duty. Please, fulfill her wish for me. I want her to rest, knowing that her kindness has reached the hearts of many others, including mine… Are you willing to accept my offer?
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Metanoia: Thank you for your words of kindness. I truly appreciate what you have to say. I'll be sure to do the best I can to help.
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PoI-7199: Like you've done for everyone else you have under your wing.
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Metanoia: Couldn't have said it better myself…
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Pause.
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Metanoia: Also, um, would you mind pouring me another cup, please?
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PoI-7199: (Smirks) Right away, Ms. Metanoia.
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PoI-7199 walks off-camera once again. Metanoia thinks to herself for a moment.
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Metanoia: Hm…
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[END LOG]
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Shortly after transfer was made, Director Metanoia had filed a request concerning a possible method of handling SCP-7199, attached below:
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SCP FOUNDATION
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Secure • Contain • Protect
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«Proposal Form»
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+Submitted by: Metanoia, Amelie R. (AEED Director, REULLR-Site-169)
+Anomaly in Question: SCP-7199
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Proposal
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Distribute SCP-7199 among the general public, per the request of [PoI-7199].
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Reasoning
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I'm assuming you've already viewed the footage attached to this file, so I'll get straight to the point:
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If you aren't familiar already, I am Amelie R. Metanoia, director of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division. We basically provide the anomalies we have in containment with entertainment and recreational activities, and just treat them with the respect they deserve. Sure, it may sound like we are just playing hopscotch for no apparent reason, but ask any of our personnel working at 169 for a record of breaches and they'll all tell you the exact same thing: There is no record.
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Here, we give the skippers time and attention, remove the need for professionalism, and even let them out of their cell if they want to. And in turn, they comply with us, even assist us with some of our work. Simply put, we show them our kindness and they show us theirs.
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You may be wondering what this has to do with 7199. Well, to put it briefly: I don't want people to see us as some husks in white lab coats pushing buttons on a machine.
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Not to mean any offence, but I'm sure you are all aware of our current reputation in this new era, where the Veil has been broken and the world knows our name and what we've done in the past. The public opinion on our organization is exhaustingly mixed, split right down the middle. While some have sided with us and our prior objective to protect humanity from the unknown, many others have been fixated on the many living people we used to have confined, expressing their criticism on how inconsiderate we are to merely throw them in a "jail cell" and "preventing any light from coming their way."
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While I do understand what they have to say, and admittedly I can't help but agree to some extent, I don't want our Foundation to be viewed in a negative light, when there has been numerous times where we have proven our right to carry out our duty. And that includes everything that me and countless others have done to make the anomalies here feel safe and comfortable in their new environment.
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I want the people to know that we are on their side, that we want to better ourselves and that we've been bettering ourselves since we stepped into the light. We've already released most of the harmless anomalies back where they belong, we've already assisted thousands upon thousands of people that have encountered new unpredictably dangerous anomalies. This is just another step in the right direction.
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If we want people to think highly of us, then we might as well spread our wings.
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Status:[APPROVED]
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Excerpt Log: The following are various examples of individuals that have been influenced in some way by SCP-7199:
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Subject: Charlie Birchwood
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Context: Birchwood acts as the lead vocalist and guitarist of the indie-rock group 'Clover Struck'. He departed from his part-time job at a fast food restaurant in order to pursue a career in music. While Clover Struck has performed at numerous underground locations, they have yet to gain any commercial or financial success, with other members even considering quitting the band entirely as a result. Due to this, Birchwood fell into a depressive episode which hindered him from working on the band's debut album, 'Summertime Love'.
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Result: Through SCP-7199's empathic capabilities, Birchwood was motivated enough to finish the album, with the rest of the band members following suit. Upon release of Summertime Love, the album gained considerable success, garnering acclaimed attention from both casual listeners and music critics alike. As of writing, they are currently on a tour across the United States, already having several sold-out venues.
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Sample from Summertime Love's most popular track, 'Spread Your Wings':
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Spread your wings, spread your wings.
+Don't you worry 'bout anything.
+Let your heart beat out and sing.
+Don't you worry at all.
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Take your time, take your time.
+Everything's gonna be alright.
+Keep at it and you'll be just fine.
+Don't you worry at all, at all.
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Birchwood (center) performing onstage
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A painting by Vineyard following SCP-7199's influence
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Subject: Barbara Vineyard
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Context: Vineyard studies at an art college and works part-time at her mother's florist shop. Her educators remarked on how attentive and engaging Vineyard is during lectures, though lacks artistic ability or creativity in her artwork. Barbara finds difficulty in creating new pieces of art and frequently struggles to finish her work on-time. She has notably grown distant from her other colleagues as she views herself poorly and constantly compares herself to them.
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Result: After acquiring SCP-7199, Vineyard partook additional lessons from her tutors and worked diligently to improve her skills as an artist. By the end of the semester, Vineyard had been placed second overall in her class. She also managed to come third in a painting competition that was being held by the staff.
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Sample of interview with Vineyard upon placing third on the contest:
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Interviewer: Congratulations on becoming third of the competition, Ms. Barbara. You must be awfully proud of yourself for ranking so high.
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Vineyard: Thank you, and yes, I am just thrilled. I told my mother about it on the phone and we're planning on going out for dinner as a celebration.
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Interviewer: Is that so? Well, good for you. I do wonder, though: Is there any reason you specifically decided to paint a butterfly? Do you perhaps own one yourself? I heard your mother is a florist, after all.
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Vineyard: Yes, I do, actually. I just, uh— (chuckles) —I like butterflies, you know? They encourage me, tell me to do my best.
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Mittens knitted by Wilshire
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Subject: Oakley Wilshire
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Context: Wilshire works a standard office job, being a single father of his only daughter, who is taken care of by her grandparents whenever he is away. His wife shortly passed away following the birth of child, which resulted in Wilshire growing estranged from the rest of his family and spending most of his time working until late.
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Result: Wilshire purchased SCP-7199 for his daughter's upcoming birthday, and, a result of their anomalous properties, decided to take a few days off of work in order to prepare a celebration for her. He had also utilized his knitting skills to make a pair of mittens as an additional present. After the party, Wilshire heavily apologized to his relatives as well as his daughter for his distant behavior and has since paid more attention to them henceforth.
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Update: PoI-7199 had contacted the Foundation once again, requesting Dir. Metanoia at a different location. Below is a transcription of the events which transpired afterward:
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»TRANSCRIPTION LOG«
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dir. Metanoia steps out of the Foundation-assigned vehicle at the designated location: A local cemetery. She notices PoI-7199, brushing off dirt from a grave and watering the plants growing from the earth surrounding it. She clears her throat, alerting PoI-7199.
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Metanoia: Sorry, am I disturbing you in any way?
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PoI-7199: (Startled) Oh, no, no. You're fine. I just didn't see you there.
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Metanoia: (Smirks) Seems like it was my turn to frighten you, huh? Hope I didn't scare you too badly.
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PoI-7199: Oh, you just had to, didn't you?
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Both chuckle.
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Metanoia turns to the tombstone.
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Metanoia: So this must be your wife, then?
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PoI-7199: Yes, she is. And she has something to say, you know.
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Metanoia: And that is?
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PoI-7199: She wanted to thank you. Well, we wanted to thank you. I see that a lot of people's lives were impacted because of the butterflies you gave away. I'm sure if my wife was with me now, she would've thanked you from the bottom of her heart.
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Metanoia: Of course. I'm just doing my job. I'm assuming that's why you called me here.
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PoI-7199: Correct. I know I should've done so over email, but I'd rather do it in person.
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PoI-7199 inhales deeply.
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PoI-7199: But I cannot stress this enough: thank you, Amelie, for all that you've done. You should be proud of the number of people you helped, the number of anomalies you shower with your kindness. I cannot express how grateful I am for your actions.
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Metanoia: (Wipes eyes) That means… that means a lot to me. To be able to hear that, to know that all I've done to make the world a better place has paid off… oh, I just— (laughs) —I never felt so proud of myself.
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PoI-7199: That is all I wanted to say. I hope you have a good rest of your day, Ms. Metanoia.
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Metanoia: Right. But, before I leave, could you mind doing me a favor?
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PoI-7199: How can I help?
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Metanoia: Well, um—
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Metanoia reaches into her handbag and takes out a hardcover novel.
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Metanoia: —I was hoping to receive your autograph.
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PoI-7199: (Exhales) Ah, yes. How could I forget? Do you also have a pen, by any chance?
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Metanoia: Mhm, I'm always prepared.
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Metanoia waves goodbye at PoI-7199 as she returns to the vehicle, before entering it. Dr. Case turns to her for a moment.
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Case: Want me to give you a pat on your back as well?
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Metanoia: Oh, hush now.
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Case: I kid, I kid.
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Case proceeds to drive off from the cemetery. A brief period of silence follows
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Case: I admire you, you know.
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Metanoia: Where's this coming from?
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Case: I don't know. I just thought I should give you my thanks as well, for what you've done for me.
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Case sighs.
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Case: I already told you this a million times, but back when I had… different thoughts on your department, I thought I had no reason to take part in what you do. But when I was assigned to your division, and when I saw all the people who found comfort in this bizarre environment, it gave me a new perspective.
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Case: Simply put, you guided me, you changed me for the better. And I've never felt more content when following your lead, lending a hand to all the people around me. I doubt this'll be the last time I say this, but I'm thankful to be part of the AEED.
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Metanoia: I'm always happy to help, Case. Keep doing your best, alright?
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Case: (Chuckles) You can count on me, director.
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The silence returns, with the sound of the radio in the background. Below is a sample of a relevant portion of the broadcast.
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"—ow does it feel being able to have one of your works recognized by the public? You must be filled with joy knowing your writing has gotten you first place in the International Young Writers Competition."
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Brian Cricket
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"I've, um— (sniffs) —I've never won anything in my life, I never thought I'd make it this far, you know? The fact that I managed to achieve such a goal just… I cannot— I'm still processing all of this."
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"I see… One more question, Mr. Brian Cricket: What gave you the idea to utilize the Foundation format to write your story? No one's ever thought of writing it like this before."
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"Oh, um, mainly because— (sniffs) —mainly because I looked up to them, I guess. They're literally living fantasies people write as fiction. They basically inspired me to come up with my own stories, my own situations. Like, what else would they have gone through? What else do they have in containment? Before I knew it, I was coming up with something."
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"And you know those butterflies that they suddenly decided to give away? I thought I might as well adopt one for myself. Back then, I figured it could help me come up with an idea. And just like that, I felt the motivation in me rising and rising. I felt my hands typing away at a potential story. Now, look where that got me today."
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"Ugh, I'm sorry for all the tears. I just (sniffs)… I can't help myself."
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"I just wanna say thank you, Foundation. Thank you for giving me the will to write, the will to push on. Seriously, I don't know what to say. I'm… (chuckles) I'm just so happy to be part of this community."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7254 is contained in a standard humanoid cell located in Site-24's E-Wing. The subject is to be provided with one gallon of goat's blood by no less than two D-class personnel on the first day of each month. Investigation into SCP-7254's origin remains ongoing.
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Description: SCP-7254 is a Tartarean entity of unclear classification, presently inhabiting the body of eight year old Abigail Burr.
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SCP-7254 exhibits most of the characteristics associated with possessive daemons - namely, unnatural strength, heightened resistance to injury, and insatiable appetite for human flesh. As determined through ectographic imaging techniques, SCP-7254's natural form is that of a tall chimeric humanoid typical of Daemonium vulgaris, possessing porcine1, corvine2 and piscine3 attributes. SCP-7254 has shown no ability to communicate whilst in Foundation custody (see Addendum).
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Conventional methods of excising SCP-7254 have thus far been unsuccessful, though the subject remains in a heavily subdued state through a combination of defensive chants and runes. The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics has been tasked with consulting relevant historical sources for information regarding SCP-7254, under the presumption that uncovering its true name may grant the Foundation some degree of influence.
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Addendum: SCP-7254 came to Foundation attention after killing 36 civilians at a compound belonging to a (now defunct) Christian sect known as the Fellowship of the True Faith, of which Burr's parents were recent initiates. A cover story was dispensed, stating the deaths to have been a case of mass suicide. Fellowship doctrine was noted for its unorthodox views on the nature of disease, attributing all physical ailments to daemonic possession.
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Three weeks prior to SCP-7254's manifestation, Abigail Burr was subject to trepanation4 by Fellowship doctors. This was ostensibly in an effort to cure her epilepsy, with group prayer and herbal therapy having failed to mitigate her symptoms. There is no evidence to suggest that SCP-7254 was deliberately invoked: Foundation daemonologists have suggested that the entity may have become stranded in the material universe at some point in the past (likely the result of a failed summoning attempt), and gravitated towards Burr as her open skull cavity allowed ease of access to a living host.
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The sole surviving church member was Dr. Anthony Harrigan, whose wife and son were both killed, and partially consumed in the attack. Dr. Harrigan, who was one of the physicians tasked with overseeing Burr's trepanation, later testified that in the midst of the massacre, speaking in coherent English, SCP-7254 personally thanked him.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7364-1, SCP-7364-2, and SCP-7364-3 are currently contained in Tape Vault E, shelf UT, box #10544 in the recorded media section of the Site-73 Archives. The SCP-7364 property has been placed under Foundation care with standard trespassing deterrents implemented. Due to its neutralized state, the SCP-7364 property is not currently believed to present any future risk to public safety or the Veil.
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Description: SCP-7364 is the collective designation for a small rental property in Great Falls, Montana, along with three films submitted to the Ravenbrook Film Festival in 2021, 2022, and 2023. At the time of initial containment, SCP-7364-1 was being rented out by amateur filmmaker Eduard Greyson.
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Photograph taken of evidence in SCP-7364's basement by local law enforcement during the initial investigation.
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Discovery: SCP-7364 first came to the attention of Foundation personnel when an unmarked film, designated as SCP-7364-1, was played at the Ravenbrook Film Festival. This film portrayed the deaths of various characters recognizable to members of the local film community in such gruesome detail that multiple spectators called law enforcement to the address displayed in the film itself. Upon arrival, law enforcement found the bodies of several theatre students enrolled at Great Falls College–Montana State University mutilated and strewn about the building, with the causes of death matching what had been depicted in the film.
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This case was initially passed to local law enforcement for investigation. However, the following year, a second film was entered into the festival. This film, designated as SCP-7364-2, depicted the deaths of the same students in different, more violent ways. In the wake of this discovery, Foundation agents were brought onsite to investigate future instances.
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The contents of SCP-7364 and its effects are documented in the addenda below:
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Addendum SCP-7364-A – Initial police records
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Individual
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Defining Scene in SCP-7364-1
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Critical Information from Police Record
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Angela Dawson
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Pulled into the woods and torn apart by unseen forces.
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Body parts found hanging from outside clothesline covered in friction burns and embedded with splintered wood.
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Theodore Butler
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Crushed beneath wardrobe.
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Body found inside wardrobe on second floor, hanging flat inside an old tweed jacket.
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Impaled through the eye by a shard of broken glass she had been using as a tool for self-defence.
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Emaciated body found between the washer and drier, indicative of prolonged starvation. Feet appear to have been removed with a saw obtained from the workbench across the room, as determined based on blood splatter patterns.
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Angela Dawson
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Body discovered in the backseat after suffocating with slight evidence of carbon monoxide poisoning present. The upholstery of the back seat had been ripped apart in what appears to be an attempt to escape through the trunk, although she appears to have expired before making it through as her hands had been broken from hitting the glass windows.
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Body discovered suspended in shrubbery, impaled 27 times by various branches and twigs. Interestingly, the neighbour claims to have not seen or heard any disturbance nor noticed the body draping across their shared vegetation perimeter.
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Addendum SCP-7364-C – MTF investigation
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On 10/21/2022, after being reported as a potential paranormal event centred on the house, an initial team of three agents were dispatched to check things out. Shortly after arriving at the scene, all contact with the deployed team ceased and recovery efforts of bodies and equipment have thus far been unsuccessful.
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Addendum SCP-7364-D – Final Film
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On 10/23/2023, Foundation personnel were able to intercept another unidentified film submission to the Ravenbrook Film Festival. This film notably was twice the length of the prior instances and is the only one to include footage of persons outside the original cast.
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SCP-7364-3 begins with the same opening shots as the two prior instances: the four teens arrive at the house together in a 2016 Toyota Camry filled with cardboard boxes and backpacks. A continuous shot moves through SCP-7364, showcasing the many rooms as they unpack and move in, establishing that they are all moving into SCP-7364 for college. In contrast to prior instances, however, each actor appears to be shaking and looking around nervously, although they do not deviate from their tasks at hand.
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SCP-7364-3 proceeds in this way for the next 40 minutes as their main character archetypes are established: Angela Dawson is presented as the “popular girl”, Theodore Butler the “jock”, Vivian Pearson the “innocent one”, and Tommy Griffith as the “nerd”. Footage appears to have been reused from SCP-7364-1 and SCP-7364-2 throughout this segment, but is interspersed with scenes of each character crying in close-ups during particularly tense moments. At roughly the 43-minute mark, there is a crashing sound heard in the basement.
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Angela Dawson: What the hell was that?
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Theodore Butler: I have no idea… Was there something down there last time?
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Tommy Griffith: No. There was- There isn't supposed to be anything down there…
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Theodore: So this is-
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Tommy: A deviation from the script, yeah.
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Angela: So what do we do about it?
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Vivian Pearson: I guess we should go check it out? What if it's Eddy?
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Over the next few minutes, the group agrees to check out the basement and makes their way down the dim hallway. Upon reaching the door, the perspective switches to that of a view from the basement stairs looking up. A pair of eyes can be seen in the void space between two steps with withered hands grasping at the supports. The door slowly opens and the entity beneath the stairs fades away as light trickles in from the main floor.
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The stairs creak and groan as the four slowly move downwards.
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Unidentified Male Voice: Who's there?!
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Vivian: Eddy?
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Unidentified Male Voice: Wait. You're, uhh, that one girl, right? Vanessa?
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Vivian: Vivian.
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Unidentified Male Voice: Vivian! Yes! So that must mean the other steps are Thomas, Theodore, and Angela, right?
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Vivian: How do you-?
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Agent Lance Johnston: It's okay! We are here to help! My name is Agent Lance Johnston. I'm here on behalf of the Foundation with my colleagues to help you. Is anyone hurt yet?
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Angela: What do you mean "yet"?
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As the group reaches the bottom of the stairs to find the three Foundation Agents in the middle of the room on the ground, Agent Johnston explains the situation to the group.2 Meanwhile, Agents Megan Gill and Hugh Barnett regain consciousness and move to stand up. In the process of standing, Agent Gill reaches up and finds a chain hanging from the ceiling and pulls, lighting a small circle in the middle of the room around the combined group.
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Tommy, Theodore, Vivian, and Angela: No!! Never turn on the lights!
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As soon as the light above them flickers to life, the window in the far side of the room explodes open, sending a blast of shattered glass inwards. As everyone crouches defensively, protecting their faces and necks from the shrapnel, several large shards are shown embedding themselves down Angela's back and legs as the one closest to the window. She screams out in pain as the room darkens and the lights begin to flicker.
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Suddenly, the perspective begins to spin around the group frantically as several shots are interspersed of shadowy hands reaching out on the floor beneath them. In the chaotic movement of the basement lights swinging around, the hands flinch and pull back every few moments until one small, thin hand reaches the group. Suddenly, Tommy is pulled down at his ankles and begins to be dragged towards the darkness. He cries out as he thuds to the ground, flips himself onto his stomach, and attempts to grab at the smooth concrete floor for a way to stop his movement.
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Vivian: Tommy! They've got Tommy!
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Agent Megan Gill: Move!
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Agent Gill grabs Vivian and with one quick, smooth movement places herself between her and Tommy as she draws her firearm from her belt and aims towards Tommy's ankle at the clasped claw and squeezes the trigger. Agent Barnett and Theodore reach out to Tommy and grab his hands, slowing his movement slightly.
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Agent Gill: Let go you freaks!
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Three bullets make contact with the area of the hand but pass right through into Tommy's ankle, sending an inordinate amount of blood and flesh into the darkness. Several more shadows reach out and grab Tommy's legs and waist to pull at him faster.
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Agent Hugh Barnett: Don't shoot at them! It's the light!
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Agent Gill: What?!
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Agent Barnett: Use your mounted light!
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Agent Gill moves to switch on her flashlight but is too late. Tens of hands shoot out from the darkness and cover Tommy's back, lifting him into the air as he reaches the edge of the light, the speed of which pulls him out of Agent Barnett and Theodore's hands. Suddenly, he is yanked backwards by his waist, folding him in half with the force of the movement until he disappears into the shadows. After a moment of quiet, a torrent of blood shoots out from the darkness towards the group, coating Agent Gill and Vivian completely in red. The room falls silent as the group wipes the blood from their eyes and find that in the moments of blindness, the room has returned to normal, apart from a pool of blood draining into the middle of the room from the direction of the dryers - reflecting brightly in the steady light of Agent Gill's aimed pistol. Additionally, Angela is nowhere to be seen.
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Several minutes are devoted to the newly combined group moving upstairs into the living room and discussing the making of SCP-7364-1 and the events of SCP-7364-2 from both perspectives as agents Barnett and Gill are sent out to explore the house offscreen for Angela. A transcript has been prepared for further analysis, although no new pertinent information is shared. Based on the information shared in this scene, SCP-7364-1's creation appears to have been paranormally uneventful.
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A scream from upstairs rings out throughout the house, causing Agent Gill and Theodore to jump to their feet.
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Theodore: That was Angela's voice!
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Agent Gill reaches over and grabs Theodore's arm as he goes to take a step towards the stairs in the direction of the scream.
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Agent Gill: Hold on! You don't actually know-
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Theodore: Yes I do! That's her!
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In one swift movement, Theodore pulls out of Agent Gill's grip and runs towards, and then up, the stairs in the direction of the master bedroom, leaving Agent Gill and Vivian behind in the living room.
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Upstairs, Theodore arrives at the master bedroom and swings the door open. Inside, Agent Johnston whips his head back to lock eyes with Theodore and shouts in a hushed tone:
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Agent Johnston: Quiet! Something isn't right…
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Theodore: Sorry.
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Theodore quietly moves closer to Agent Johnston.
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Theodore: What do you mean "something isn't right"?
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Agent Johnston: In preparation for this job, agents are required to know as much as possible about potential threats.
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Theodore: Yeah?
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Agent Johnston: Which, in this case, meant watching the films until we could almost recite it from memory.
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Theodore: Yeah, okay?
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Agent Johnston: So I have memorized every view and angle of this house, mapped it out, built models of it-
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Theodore: Just fucking tell me already!
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Agent Johnston: And I know for sure that there isn't, and has never been, an en suite bathroom in this room…
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As Agent Johnston finishes his sentence, he points up and the camera pans over to a slightly open door in the nearby corner of the room. From behind the door, Angela can be heard crying softly and begging for someone to help her.
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Agent Johnston raises his finger to his mouth and looks towards Theodore, signalling him to keep quiet.
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Agent Johnston: Angela?
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Agent Johnston: Angela is that you?
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Angela continues to cry and does not acknowledge the questions.
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Agent Johnston: Angela, it's me; Lance. I'm going to come towards you, okay? I'm here to help you.
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Agent Johnston begins to move slowly towards the bathroom door and grabs the doorknob. Before beginning to pull, he turns back towards Theodore and motions for him to wait in place. Theodore crouches down and nods.
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Slowly, Agent Johnston pulls on the doorknob. The door groans as it opens wider.
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Agent Johnston: Alright, Angela, I'm here. It will all be okay. Where are you hiding?
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As Agent Johnston creeps further into the bathroom, the camera angle shifts to an above view of the whole room. Agent Johnston moves throughout the room slowly but efficiently, checking the cabinets and bathroom closet as he goes. In the reflection of the mirror, Angela is observed to be seated on the floor beside the toilet - no corresponding entity is observed in that location outside of the mirror.
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Agent Johnston continues to move forward until he reaches the shower curtain and quickly draws it open. This sudden motion is reflected in the mirror and causes Angela to startle and look around. Upon noticing Agent Johnston in the mirror, she stands and runs over to the mirror and begins to hit the glass in an attempt to get his attention. Behind him, an entity apparates unstably beside the toilet where Angela's reflection originally was. Agent Johnston, complete with his search, goes to leave by turning past the toilet.
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Agent Johnston: Jesus fuck!
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Agent Johnston: Sorry! I thought I- Never mind. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
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The entity continues to cry and does not acknowledge the questions.
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Agent Johnston: Look, we need to get back to the others. I don't know if any of this is getting through to you, but in case it is, I'm going to check your wounds and pick you up, okay?
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Agent Johnston: I thought so.
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Agent Johnston leans down and assesses the entity's back and legs for injury. He runs his hands gently over her back and legs where she had previously been hit by the glass, finding ripped clothing but no open wounds. He scrunches his brow and then shakes his head before moving to lift her up.
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Entity: Agent? Is that you?
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Agent Johnston: Oh! Yes, it is. I'm-
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Entity: It is you… Come to me. Save me. Isn't that why you're in this film?
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Agent Johnston: In this-? We aren't in a film. Angela, this is real life.
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Entity: Not in the film? Then I guess you have to go…
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Agent Johnston: I- What?
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At that moment, Agent Johnston looks up and sees the real Angela banging on the glass from inside the mirror, open wounds on her hands spreading blood across the bathroom with each hit. Beneath him, the entity flashes rapidly and appears standing in front of him. It grabs the sides of his head as electricity shoots through his temples and into his brain, spreading Lichtenberg burns out from the sides of his head and across his face. Agent Johnston falls to his knees in pain, attempting to let out a scream but no air flows.
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The shot changes to a close-up view of agent Johnston's face as his eyes bubble and burst before collapsing to the ground in a thud. Behind him, Angela cries out from inside the mirror in terror.
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Theodore: What was that?! Agent? Angela? What's happening?!
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View shifts to an over-the-shoulder shot of Theodore's perspective as he moves towards the bathroom. Slowly, he creeps forward until he is just outside the door when a pale hand shoots out of the right side abruptly, grabs Theodore's neck, and pulls him inside.
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Agent Barnett: Oh no you don't!
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Suddenly, the bathroom door explodes inwards as Agent Barnett blasts through with a power slide. The perspective switches rapidly as Agent Barnett grips a pipe tightly and swings it toward the entity. Upon contact, the entity explodes into ash and smoke, dropping Theodore while the glass in the mirror begins to crack. In one swift movement, Agent Barnett catches Theodore midway through his fall and sprints back out of the room while Angela, unseen by Agent Barnett, stumbles backwards in fear as the cracks in the glass move towards the edges of the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror bursts, sending glass shards raining over Theodore and Agent Barnett as they run out of the bathroom, and Angela is no longer able to be seen.
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The scene cuts to a view of the bedroom as Agent Barnett and Theodore escape the bathroom and turn towards the hallway entrance. Behind them, the bathroom door begins to shake before collapsing inwards. Shattered glass is sent flying throughout the bedroom as Agent Johnston's corpse is flung out, tumbling across the floor before crashing into the far wall and slumping over. Agent Barnett continues to run while carrying Theodore into the hallway and back down into the living room.
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Scene follows agent Barnett down into the living room where he sets a comatose Theodore down on the couch across from Vivian.
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Agent Gill: Okay. Hold on, everyone. Group up. We can't just keep chasing our asses here. Hugh, you're the one here with some time on Mu-13, right? So tell us what to do. How do we deal with this asshole?
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Agent Barnett: Well, the best way to exorcize a violent spirit like this is to complete their unfinished business, burn the corpse, or, well, survive beyond their activity, which-
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Agent Gill: Which doesn't seem likely…
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Agent Barnett: Exactly. So, if it can at all be avoided, let's not make our top option blue balling a ghost.
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Agent Gill: Right. Yeah.
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Agent Barnett: So, Vivian, what do you actually know about this Eduard fellow?
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Vivian: Not much. He only really ever talked about how one day he would be this huge director and 'change the face of cinema', but…
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Vivian: Well, he wasn't very good…
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Agent Gill: Yeah, that much was clear from what we saw…
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Vivian: Right. He relied way too much on tropes to carry his work. Kept telling us that "tropes are tropes because they work so well" any time he was challenged.
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Agent Barnett: Yeah, well, that isn't really the kind of thing that creates hauntings, but I guess that's good to know… Might help us survive the night then if we just avoid the typical horror situations and stick to-
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In that moment, Theodore begins to rise off the couch into the air. Around them, books begin to fly off the shelves, cabinet doors swing open and slam shut, and, from the edges of the ceiling, blood begins to trickle down and drip over the furniture and pictures placed throughout the living room.
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Agents Barnett and Gill turn quickly towards the couch where Theodore was placed and aim their sidearms at him. Several books and decorations fly out from the shelves around the room and collide with their backs and arms as they try to remain steady and focused on Theodore.
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Theodore: You ruined Everything!
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Agent Barnett: You hear that?
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Agent Gill: Eduard, I presume?
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As though speaking through two mouths, Theodore and Eduard's voices overlap into one synchronized entity and he begins to shout at the group.
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Theodore/Eduard: This was my chance! I was finally able to get a convincing performance from these amateurs and you three have to come in and ruin it! Nobody wants a horror movie like this! You've ruined all my scares!
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Agent Gill: Scares?! These are real people! Real people that you have trapped in this schlock-
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Theodore/Eduard: No! They are not real people! They are actors! Actors who have so much to give! So much… Potential! We could have been the next big thing! Vivian, don't you see we could have been a cult classic if we just made it through those imbecile judges!
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Behind Theodore, the room begins to darken and the shadowy hands start to reach out into the room. Agent Gill grabs Vivian's hand and motions her to start slowly moving backwards towards the entry between the living room and the front hallway. With Agent Gill taking a step backwards, Agent Barnett's eyes dart to look at her and they catch each others' attention. With a quick moment of recognition between them, both make a subtle nod and Agent Barnett raises three fingers against his extended firearm then lowers one, two, then three.
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Still in the living room, Agent Barnett pulls out a flash grenade from inside his jacket and tosses it towards the shadowy hands. The device ignites and fills the room with a flash of blinding light, sending Theodore up into the ceiling and causing the hands to burn up into smoke. Meanwhile, Agent Barnett jumps forward and grabs Theodore, pulling him back down to the floor. He aims his pistol towards the nearby outlet, shoots, and jams his iron pipe into the sparking wiring with his right hand as he holds Theodore to the ground with his left.
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With electricity flowing through Agent Barnett and into Theodore, an unstable apparition of Eduard begins to seize and rise out of Theodore's body with both sets of eyes erupting with light. Shots shift around the room between Theodore/Eduard crying out in pain, agent Barnett tensing with the flow of electricity, and the wall around the outlet catching on fire.
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Theodore/Eduard: You stupid grunt! This is just prolonging your inevitable fate!
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Agent Barnett: The-Then I g-guess I'll j-just have to do th-th-this again next time!
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The scene cuts to a view from outside as agent Gill and Vivian burst out the front door and collapse onto the front lawn. Behind them, light flashes in the windows throughout the house as it quickly catches on fire. Windows burst outwards, flames engulf the living room and upstairs, and, from within, Eduard can be heard crying out in a whispy screech. On the lawn, Agent Gill and Vivian stand once more and run further away from the house.
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After a few moments of destruction, the perspective fades to what appears to be the morning as the sun rises behind the house. Agent Gill sits beside Vivian on the back of the car in the driveway.
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Vivian: Do you think it's really-?
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Agent Gill: Unfortunately, you never really know.
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Vivian: So what do we do now?
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Agent Gill: I guess we just wait. Wait and hope my friends back at the Foundation find some way to get us out of here…
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Vivian: And what are the chances of that?
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Agent Gill: Honestly? They are pretty good at this kind of thing. If they can't do something to get this asshole the win then I'm sure they'll think of something.
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Agent Gill: They always do.
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At that moment, the sound of vehicle tires screeching and doors slamming can be heard from behind the camera as lights flash up into agent Gill and Vivian's faces. Vivian shields herself behind Agent Gill as Agent Gill covers her eyes with her hand, revealing several open wounds and embedded glass shards. She raises her hand slightly and, from beneath her arm's shadow, gives off a slight smile.
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After Action Report
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Agent Megan Gill and Vivian Pearson were recovered outside SCP-7364 on 10/23/2023 at 06:43 after notice was given to Foundation personnel of a fire in the area. Bodies of Agent Lance Johnston, Tommy Griffith, and Theodore Butler were recovered within the ruins of SCP-7364. Agent Hugh Barnett was transferred to Site-10 for medical treatment after being found unconscious and covered nearly completely in electrical burns. The body of Angela Dawson was not present during initial recovery efforts.
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A disinformation campaign was implemented throughout 2023 by embedded Foundation personnel that all deaths and rumours of police investigation were an elaborate attempt at marketing by the film's director. As a result, judges of the Ravenbrook Film Festival voted for SCP-7364-3 to win the year's best amateur picture after being impressed by the ingenuity of going through such an effort to make the film's experience "so immersive". However, due to there being no name on the submitted film and nobody claiming the award at the final ceremony, the award was given to the second-place winner. Since then, all physical evidence of SCP-7364 has become corrupted and SCP-7364 has not reappeared. It is believed that SCP-7364 is, for all intents and purposes, neutralized.
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Full reclassification is, however, awaiting the results of tests aiming to extract Angela Dawson from a large shard of glass recovered at the scene during cleanup.
Special Containment Procedures: All personnel files are to be screened on a quarterly basis by an AI located within Exclusion Site 01, designated JARRY. All personnel that JARRY assigns a 37% match or higher are to be designated as SCP-7551-B instances. All instances of SCP-7551-B are to be placed under constant discreet observation. SCP-7551-B instances that initiate a Convergence Scenario are to be detained immediately.
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Description: SCP-7551 is the designation given to former Department Head Anna Ducloff. SCP-7551 was recruited into the Foundation directly out of college at the age of 18 on June 15th, 2019. SCP-7551's excessive qualifications in and mastery of the field of Pataphysics, her abnormally perfect research, and the practical application of her research saw her promoted to Researcher on September 7th, 2020. The next year, SCP-7551 was promoted to Senior Researcher on March 22nd, 2021. Two years later, SCP-7551 was promoted to Department Head on January 25th, 2023.
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Exclusion Site Archives confirm that an investigation into SCP-7551's promotions was begun in late 2022, but was subsequently dropped, and all relevant files disappeared from the Foundation's records. SCP-7551-EX is the designation of the individual who instigated this investigation. SCP-7551-EX's name has been expunged from all records, including those of the Exclusion Site. This was achieved through a highly aggressive memetic effect related to the individual's name. An investigation was begun on June 26th, 2023 by the Anti-Memetics Department to neutralize the meme and discover the identity of SCP-7551-EX.
Profile: Anna Ducloff passed every class from preschool to 10th grade with a perfect GPA of 4.0. Because of this, she was admitted into college early, where she continued to outperform her classmates. Dr. Ducloff was recruited directly into the Foundation out of her sophomore year at the age of 18. Dr. Ducloff had a fascination with science, philosophy, and theoretical physics from second grade on, being especially interested in the concept of the reality that she resided in being a written story. She began recognizing patterns in reality that she attributed to writing tropes at a young age. Despite the ridicule this earned her, her performance in school was never impacted, and because of this interest and talent, she was placed into the Pataphysics Department as a Jr. Researcher as soon as she was recruited.
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Dr. Ducloff quickly climbed the ranks of the Pataphysics Department, becoming the Department Head within under 6 years.
Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C, Site 11, Sector 6
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At 09:43 GMT-4, Subject 1, Anna Ducloff, was identified on camera transporting a large amount of monitoring equipment out of Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C. Subject 1 was questioned by a Security Officer, Subject 3, on location, and she claimed she was making room for an experiment. Despite numerous security and safety protocol breaches apparent in leaving expensive, sensitive, and large pieces of equipment lining the halls outside the Location, blocking doorways and exposing the equipment to damages, Subject 3 abruptly agreed and walked away.
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At 13:01 GMT-4, Subject 1 had numerous pieces of equipment moved out of storage and into the Location. A full inventory of this equipment is being salvaged from surviving records and evidence at the Location, this inventory is ongoing.
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At 14:21 GMT-4, an extreme power usage increase in the Pataphysics Department was noted by Technical.
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At 14:59 GMT-4, an explosive detonation occured in Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C. This detonation caused critical damage to Site 11 Sector 6, destroying the entire Pataphysics Department and causing significant damages to nearby facilities. 106 fatalities occurred as a result of the incident, with an additional 23 casualties at the edge of the affected zone expected to make full recoveries. Subject 1, Anna Ducloff, was one of these casualties. An additional corpse, Subject 2, was also recovered. Security footage indicates Subject 1 was alone in the room prior to the incident. The identity of Subject 2 is under investigation.
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While the cause of the incident is still under investigation, preliminary examinations of the equipment and material present in the Location should not have been capable of yielding this outcome. No high ordnance explosives were present at the location, nor could any have been procured by Subject 1.
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Surviving equipment on Location identified residual waves indicating memetic activity in the Location.
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06 JUN 2023
+The investigation has been halted until the Memetics Department can secure the location and ensure no lingering memetic effects are present. All personnel who were exposed to the site have been quarantined and will undergo a thorough medical check.
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+Memetics Department investigation has determined that no lingering memetic effects are present. Their investigation yielded considerable data indicating a quote "incalculable, but very fucking high" number of Memetic Kill Agents manufactured by the Foundation were all triggered within Pataphysics Monitoring Laboratory 3C, indicating this may have been the cause for the detonation.
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+Standard monthly systematic cross-referencing of Site files with Exclusion Site Archives reported multiple discrepancies relevant to Dr. Ducloff. Why these discrepancies weren't noted previously, given they all date to around the end of last year, is undetermined.
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Addendum SCP-7551-01:
+On July 12th, 2023, the Memetics Department successfully broke the memetic effect on SCP-7551-EX's files. SCP-7551-EX's identity, and the contents of his investigation report into SCP-7551, remain expunged, but several attached documents were made accessible.
Hello. If you're reading this, sorry. I've rewritten this a few times, I'm not really sure how to write this without everyone thinking I'm fucking insane like they always have, but then, that minor adversity that really had no impact on my development besides flavor text was engineered as 'character development'. Since if you are reading this, I am dead, maybe now you all will be able to fucking believe me.
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My name is Anna Ducloff. I passed every class from preschool to 10th grade with a perfect GPA of 4.0, despite preschool and kindergarten not using the GPA system. I was admitted early into college, got recruited at a ridiculously young age of 18, and within 5 years I rose to be the Department Head of the Pataphysics Department. Reading that now, you might realize, if you hadn't already, that all of this is incredibly improbable and absurd. God I hope you noticed before, for the Foundation's sake, so more like me don't slip through the cracks.
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The reason I managed all of this, is because I am a self insert. I was written to be the best. The end all be all of Pataphysics understanding. A prodigy. A tool. Fuck I even started thinking about the world like it was a book when I was in fucking second grade! I should have been institutionalized then and there. I wasn't though. Because I was right, and because my author didn't care about consistency or logic. They just needed me to be the best. They needed me to be their perfect mary sue puppet, waltzing through the Foundation and learning more. Becoming more perfect.
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I knew about them. And they knew that I knew as well. I was written to be the pinnacle of Pataphysics, how could I not know about my own fucking author. Part of the plan. I don't know what she was like. I can surmise, based on some cliches that manifested in my life. Overperformed in middle school, gifted child syndrome. Outcast. Whatever it really was, she wanted an escape.
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The plan is complicated, and held together by very flimsy logic. If you're reading this, then by some stroke of fate, or contrivance, it worked. And we are both dead. Me and my author. Dead.
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She wants to leave the elevated reality of the authors. To step down into our own. I won't go into the technical terms because in my extremely overqualified opinion, it shouldn't fucking work. The properties of our reality do not propagate upwards. It's why we have failed, time and time again, to engineer a Memetic Kill Agent that could affect our authors.
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We already barely have free will depending on your interpretation of my department's research. But as a self insert I have dramatically less than others. My life, my story, has been railroaded to this moment. I am a tool, used by a careless author to serve their own self aggrandizing ambition. Nothing I've done matters really. Nothing she has done matters either. I can't stop what she'll make me do. But I know something she doesn't. Something I've managed to keep hidden from her. Something she couldn't realize, because she offloaded all the need to think and be fucking intelligent onto me.
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If this works, if she manages to descend into this reality. We're both extremely dead.
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Addendum SCP-7551-02:
+SCP-7551 has been reclassified from Neutralized to Euclid until such a time that the manifestation of SCP-7551-B instances can be permanently halted.
A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral. There must be a positive and negative in everything in the universe in order to complete a circuit or circle, without which there would be no activity, no motion.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7650 falls under the Archon class1, and thus need not be contained. It is to be closely monitored and tested, in a procedure known as PROJECT: π.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-7650 is an ideatic construct that resides within the human Noosphere2, conceptually encompassing all circle-sphere objects, whether they be a two-dimensional circle, a three-dimensional sphere, a fourth-dimensional hypersphere and any and all hyper-dimensional sphere-like objects.
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Changes to SCP-7650 are forbidden due to subsequent effects on baseline reality, such as affecting humanity's perception of circles and circular objects, such as wheels, coins, soccer balls, major celestial bodies, and other objects that can be described as 'circular' or 'sphere-like'. This can cause catastrophic damage to not only reality but also human sanity, as theorized by Dr. Scarlet Jones3, due to the perception of spheres theoretically being warped to the point of incomprehensibility, causing an AK-CLASS END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO.4
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The Noosphere, in which SCP-7650 exists is an ideatic construct, following Carl Jung's predictions of an archetypal world. The Noosphere is nestled in and eclipsed completely by an infinite sea of chaotic hyper-concepts5, colloquially known as the Infosphere.
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The Infosphere is home to many pests, all of which exist on a higher level of logic and comprehension. Its volatile and toxic ecological environment causes a direct and imminent threat to reality and the Noosphere, due to these pests' extremely hostile nature.
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In the event that an Infospheric anomaly attempts to become conceptually integrated into our reality, a global amnestic must be administered, and necessary anti-memetic defense must be put in place to prevent it from accessing the greater Noosphere.
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ADDENDUM 7650.1:PROJECT: π
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I am Dr. Scarlet Jones, head researcher on SCP-7650. I have discovered a multitude of things about this entity that amazes and astounds even an experienced ontologist such as myself. I have done this via constructing a mini-Noospheric sub-space that I have exposed several D-Class personnel to, within which I have recreated a smaller, less potent mini-concept, asimilar to SCP-7650.6 I have done this to tamper and play around with it, to see what it does. I believe my research will enhance our understanding of the greater Noosphere and its undiscovered and underlying machinations.
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D-Class personnel are to be asked to draw a circle on a blank sheet of paper, the goal of which is to understand how to deal with and be cautious around concepts of this nature by testing the limits of the human mind when subjected to significantly altered versions of these concepts.
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The following details the events that have been studied in PROJECT: π.
Interviewed: D-7650-A, formally known as Terry Game, was jailed for the murder of Lisa Sullivan in Essex in 2005. He is fifty years old, and of supposed Caucasian descent.
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Interviewer: Dr. Scarlet Jones, lead researcher on SCP-7650. Experienced oncologist.
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Foreword: The following details D-7650-A's request to talk to someone about a 'premonition' that he has received.
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: You wanted to… talk?
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D-7650-A: Yes- I… I don't know how to put this without sounding… insane, or something like that.
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: Don't worry, D-7650-A. We here at the foundation are accustomed to the anomalous and things out of the ordinary.
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D-7650-A: Yes, but… you're a scientist, right? Lab coats, safety goggles, and all the shit you would expect a scientist to wear.
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: Your point?
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D-7650-A: My point is that you guys always ask for evidence of what I claim, no?
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: I may be a scientist, yes, but this interview is not for the sakes of whether you are right or wrong, merely that you are in stable condition to continue with Project-
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D-7650-A: I-I get this feeling… a tingle in the back of my neck… I don't know how to best describe it…
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D-7650-A: …like something is going to happen. I don't know. Again, I honestly don't know what, but I know something will.
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D-7650-A: A-As if something is whispering to me… but not with words, like a feeling. An unease. It's hard to really explain, I-
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: No, no. I get what you mean, D-7650-A. And I believe you, don't worry about that. Could you attempt to describe this… 'feeling' for me further?
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D-7650-A: Uhh… well… it's almost as if something is gnawing at me… biting into the back of my head? Like a headache but less hurt and more… fear.
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D-7650-A: I- I don't know! It's all so… weird.
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D-7650-A: I just- wanted someone to know that.
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Dr. Scarlet Jones: That's perfectly understandable, D-7650-A. Your foresight shall be heeded.
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SCP-7650-M is stabilized, and D-Class personnel are administered Class B Amnestics, to create a clear mindscape for the subsequent test, as detailed below.
My head ached as if someone had planted a sledgehammer between my eyes. My ears were ringing like they had never done before. I could feel the blaring lights staring down at me, boring into my soul. But my eyes… fuck! My eyes! Like an open wound, an ever-ebbing pain-well. I tried to open my eyes.. but..
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Me: AHHHH! SHIT!
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It felt as if I had plunged my hand deep into an open wound and started tearing at the seams. What the fuck happened? Where is the D-Class? Why does my head feel like someone had clobbered me with a brick? I rolled over onto my side, attempting to feel my way around; to figure out where I was. My hand felt a vaguely pointed yet dull object… a rim of a table. I quickly pulled myself up, feeling around what I now realised was my desk. After what felt like a solid thirty seconds, my hands felt there way across my table to…
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Me: My telegraph, yes!
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My throat ached like it had been torched with a flamethrower, yet I still yelled out. I traced my finger across its wooden surface to the sounder. I began to tap; a simple SOS.
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Sounder:... --- ...
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I kept on repeating that message, over and over, until I got a response.
Telegraph:.. -- / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / .--. .- ... ... / ---
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+The message cut out mid-word. 'IM GOING TO PASS O' Oh god. My head.. my head it's… it feels like it's about to implode. I heard screaming. I couldn't tell if it was me, or someone else. The headache evolved into a migrane, ceaselessly attacking, gnawing, biting at my brain, and-
HE: Yet another failure. I can't deal with THEM without a better understanding of the human unconscious, yet all of my experiments fail. Of course!
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HEgets up and paces through the interior of the room, non-descript and ever-changing in nature.
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+HE: This is why I fucking dispise the Noosphere. Too flimsy, too docile, too weak. One prod and it all falls apart, like a tower of matchsticks.
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HEpicks up a metaphorical cigar and begins to smoke, pondering to himself.
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HE: SCP-7650-M outgrew the artificial Noospheric sub-space… then it absorbed itself into the mother concept SCP-7650…
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HEsits back down in his chair, tapping the side of his head in thought.
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HE: … dislodging it into the greater Infosphere. Then, by adapting to it's toxic environment, it's applicants in reality became extremely complex metastasized meme, causing a global EK-Class End of Consciousness scenario…
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HEcontemplated the events, playing it over in his head. He then sighed, frustrated.
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HE: Fuck. How am I supposed to gain anything from that? The knowledge that even a slight tampering with necessary concepts within the Noosphere can clog up the whole system with horse shit? Great! Now I know what not to do. That's great and all, but I need to know what to do, not what to avoid.
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HEchuckled to himself.
+
THE ADMINISTRATOR: Screw it. Let's try that again. Re-simulate the Noosphere.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7877 is to be kept in a glass habitat that is one(1) meter long, one(1) meter wide, and one(1) meter tall within Administrative Area-01. The glass habitat is to be filled with layers of rocks, soil, and sand. The top and bottom of the containment chamber are to be lined with a wire mesh to prevent escape while allowing water drainage and airflow. A closable opening on the top layer is to be made for giving food.
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Foundation personnel are not to make any physical contact with SCP-7877 under any circumstances. Any verbal interaction with SCP-7877 is forbidden outside of interviews approved by Dr. Raymond Charles. Steps are to be taken to ensure that the continued safety and security of SCP-7877 is not compromised. Any person acting to impede this, Foundation staff or otherwise, is to be considered an enemy of the Foundation. Personnel are also not permitted to communicate with SCP-7877 outside of testing.
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Description: SCP-7877 is a colony of approximately 90,000 Formosan subterranean termites1 conceptually merged with the metaphysical construct of 'containment'2. SCP-7877 was originally a non-anomalous colony of termites inhabiting the floorboards of Administrative Area-01.
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Prior to the creation of SCP-7778-α3, the upkeep and cleanliness of Area-01 had been neglected in an act of carelessness and in an effort to reduce costs. When PoI-7778-14 commissioned the creation of SCP-7778-α by thaumaturgist George Arthur "Aegor" Yeatts, both individuals failed to notice the wooden floorboards had been infested with termites. As a result of the ritual, this colony of termites had been included in the conceptual linking.
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Similar to SCP-7778-α, the health of this colony of termites is intrinsically linked to the continued preservation of Foundation operations. It is speculated that the death of SCP-7877 would cause an irreparable worldwide containment crisis of not just the Foundation's held anomalies but other groups of interests' as well. This will inevitably result in several K-Class End of the World scenarios.
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Each individual termite within SCP-7877 does not display any unusual properties deviating from non-anomalous termite behavior. However, SCP-7877 as a collective shows a high level of cooperation and eusocial behavior even when compared to non-anomalous members of its species, manifesting particularly when foreign insects enter the enclosure. Upon detecting the intruder, SCP-7877 soldier termites attempt to capture it alive while worker termites construct new small underground chambers which soldier termites will then move the captured insect into. The insect is left in the chamber until expiring from starvation where worker termites move it outside the SCP-7877 nest. Worker termites have been observed to periodically stand in front of the chamber seemly to observe the insect.5
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One more notable behavior of SCP-7877 is that at all times, several termites will walk in a consistent path spelling out the words "CONTAIN" or "COLD NOT CRUEL". SCP-7877 changes the shape of the path between these two phrases6 at random intervals. At the time of writing, it is unknown if SCP-7877 understands English or if it is a side effect of the conceptual merging.
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Addendum 7877-1: Discovery
+After a period of relative stability following the restructuring of The Foundation's upper management, a proper deep cleaning of Administrative Area-01 was ordered on 08/01/1925 where SCP-7877 was found. SCP-78777 was found and standard pest control procedures were enacted. At the moment in which insecticide was applied, 7 simultaneous containment breaches occurred in different Foundation sites globally. The extermination was delayed to allow the O5 council to settle the matter. The insecticide was applied again at a later date which resulted in 4 simultaneous containment breaches before the pattern was observed. After thaumaturgic testing, the true nature of SCP-7877 was revealed and it was promptly moved into the secure enclosure.
+
At the time of discovery, the colony of termites was originally designated as SCP-7778-1. However, extensive research into the effects of the conceptual merging ritual on a living subject rather than an inanimate location, along with several notable incidents, resulted in the separate designation of SCP-7877.
+
Addendum 7877-2: Anomaly behavior report
+Below is a list of events that had been a direct result of certain stimuli given to SCP-7877. Additionally, changes to the behavior of SCP-7877 have also been observed by research staff.
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Date
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Stimuli
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SCP-7877 Response
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08/25/1925
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SCP-7877 is moved to the new habitat. Several termites are killed in the process of the transfer due to the negligence of the moving staff.
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The rate of containment breaches worldwide for that week was 12% more than predicted models. SCP-7877 displays the words "CONTAIN" and "COLD NOT CRUEL" at random intervals.
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08/26/1925
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Enclosure was properly set up and SCP-7877 was given its first feeding including. SCP-7877 was given dried grass and an oak log as food.
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SCP-7877 began consuming the vegetation. The rate of containment breaches worldwide for that week had shown a 2% decrease in containment breaches worldwide. SCP-7877 still displays the words "CONTAIN" and "COLD NOT CRUEL" at random intervals.
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09/09/1925
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Two weeks have passed with consistent food provided to SCP-7877.
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SCP-7877's basic survival needs seem to be met and it appears to be acclimatising to its current habitat. The rate of containment breaches worldwide steadily decreased before stagnating at 10% lower than what was observed before SCP-7877's containment. SCP-7877 still displays the words "CONTAIN" and "COLD NOT CRUEL" at random intervals.
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11/14/1925
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The region in which Area-01 is stationed experienced a severe cold snap with low temperatures reaching 20°F. Concurrently, the site-wide heating system broke down causing the SCP-7877 containment chamber to rapidly decrease in temperature.
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A majority of the termites burrowed deeper into the soil of the habitat to conserve heat. As the temperature of the room was below the survival temperature for termites, the rate of containment breaches worldwide rapidly increased by 30% for a period of 1 month. While most of the termites retreated to the deeper parts of the soil, a small group of termites remained at the surface we're laid out to display the word "COLD".
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11/14/1925
+
Less than 1 hour after the above event, Dr. Sarah Lockwood installed a battery-powered heater near the SCP-7877 habitat as well as set several pieces of paper on fire.
+
This successfully increased the temperature of the surroundings to a safe temperature until the site-wide heating system was repaired8. While the rate of containment breaches worldwide did increase, the alternate outcome was total containment failure due to the death of SCP-7877. After the temperature was stabilised, SCP-7877 displayed the words "NOT COLD". Further study into SCP-7877's level of intelligence began after this incident.
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11/25/1925
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Glass container was damaged causing a small crack in the containment habitat.
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A small number of termites exit through this small opening. SCP-7877 was promptly re-contained and the habitat was repaired with none of the termites harmed. Throughout this event, SCP-7877 displayed the words "NOT CONTAIN". There was no recorded deviation in the success of worldwide containment.
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12/16/1925
+
SCP-7877 was given celery along with its standard meal by Dr. Lockwood to test results from changes in diet.
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SCP-7877 examined the celery for a short period before consuming it. SCP-7877 was noted to only consume its standard meal after consuming the celery. The rate of containment breaches worldwide decreased by 9% below the previously stagnated rate. SCP-7877 displayed the word "CELEREE" until the vegetable was fully consumed where it resumed its normal behavior. This was the first time SCP-7877 has said a seperate word.
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01/07/1926
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SCP-7877 was given an extra piece of lettuce from Dr. Lockwood's packed lunch.9
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SCP-7877 immediately began to eat the lettuce and the rate of containment breaches worldwide decreased by 5%. Most notably, SCP-7877 displayed the words "TANK U" until the lettuce was fully consumed. This was the first time SCP-7877 verbally acknowledged the research staff.
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01/15/1926
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Dr. Lockwood fed SCP-7877 as part of standard duty.
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No recorded deviation in the success of worldwide containment. When fed, SCP-7877 displayed the word "SARA". This behaviour would repeat whenever Dr. Lockwood would enter the containment chamber.
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01/20/1926
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Dr. Alan Feilding fed SCP-7877 as part of standard duty.
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No recorded deviation in the success of worldwide containment. When fed, SCP-7877 displayed the word "ALAN".
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02/12/1926
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Dr. Lockwood was performing routine observation and studies on SCP-7877.
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No recorded deviation in the success of worldwide containment. After several minutes of observation, SCP-7877 changed the words displayed from "SARA" to "SARAH"
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02/25/1926
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Dr. Lockwood fed SCP-7877 as part of standard duty.
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No recorded deviation in the success of worldwide containment. After being fed, SCP-7877 displayed the words "THANK YOU SARAH". This was the first coherent sentence communicated by SCP-7877 not derivative from its base phrases.
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Research Findings
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Dr. Raymond Charles, SCP-7877 Research Head
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Following recent discoveries, it was concluded that SCP-7877 has formed a hive-mind consciousness. The exact reason for the formation of consciousness is unknown but the current theory is this:
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The metaphysical components of consciousness following the Freudian model consist of the: Id, Ego, and Superego. Most living animals, including humans, would have the Id which is the primitive drive to survive and spread genetic material.
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Where humans differ is the Ego. The Ego is the sense of self and is responsible for a conscious being's ability to respond to the social and physical world. As termites are already intelligent animals with survival instincts, they already possess an Id. Being bound to the concept of containment, SCP-7877 is able to understand this concept and thus was able to understand itself, developing a pseudo Ego. Furthermore, the values which we The Foundation have in regard to containment may have also shaped the Ego via an ontological relationship to how The Foundation responds to the outside world through containment. These same values may also have influenced the formation of a Superego, the portion of the consciousness regarding societal morals and internal values.
+
All this being said, it is mostly speculation and educated guesses at best. We do not truly know how SCP-7877 is different from a baseline human consciousness and the fact remains that we have a conscious being now tied to one of the core pillars of The Foundation. This is definitely a cause for concern but this is also an opportunity to strengthen The Foundation by manipulating SCP-7877. I am not oblivious to the recent instability within The Foundation following the Administrator's removal and SCP-7877 could be a potential way to alleviate our containment issues once we learn more about it.
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However, we are proceeding with the assumption that SCP-7877 is very different from a standard human consciousness and could possibly become hostile. It has also been speculated that interactions with staff have been accelerating SCP-7877's Ego development. I am considering placing a limit on the amount of interaction between any staff and SCP-7877 as per standard protocol.
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+Addendum 7877-3: Interview Log
+
+
+INTERVIEWER: Dr. Sarah Lockwood
+
SUBJECT: SCP-7877
+
DATE: 03/01/1926
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
FOREWARD: SCP-7877 does not speak verbally but has termites walk in the shape of letters to form sentences. At several intervals, SCP-7877 will form multiple sentences simultaneously which will be transcribed on separate lines.
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+
Dr. Lockwood: Hello SCP-7877, how are you today?
+
SCP-7877:
+WHO
+
Dr. Lockwood: I'm sorry what do you mean?
+
SCP-7877:
+WHO IS SCP
+
Dr. Lockwood: That's just your item number don't worry.
Dr. Lockwood looks around the room and observes that she is the only one present.
+
Dr. Lockwood: You know what, I'm sure it's fine. Yes Connie, I'm just here to ask you some questions. How are you feeling?
+
SCP-7877:
+GOOD
+ALAN GAVE ME CELEREY
+
Dr. Lockwood: I'm very glad to hear that Connie. We were really shocked after you started talking to us after we gave it to you the first time (short chuckle).
+
SCP-7877:
+I LIKE CELERY
+YUMMY
+
Dr. Lockwood: That's very wonderful! Would you say the celery was your first memory?
+
SCP-7877:
+NO
+RECALL DARK FLOOR
+NOT CLEAR
+RECALL CONTAINMENT
+CLEAR
+
Dr. Lockwood: Hmm… Interesting, so you remember everything ever since you entered the habitat?
+
SCP-7877:
+YES
+SING NICE
+
Dr. Lockwood:(blush) O-Oh you remember that. Thank you, I guess? A-anyway, how did you start learning to speak?
+
SCP-7877:
+I KNOW WORDS
+CONTAIN
+COLD NOT CRUEL
+LEARN FROM THERE
+
Dr. Lockwood: I see, I see.
+
SCP-7877:
+EVERY DAY I HEAR
+CONTAIN
+CONTAIN
+
Dr. Lockwood: Really? That might be due to the conceptual binding. Could you tell me more?
+
SCP-7877:
+I DONT KNOW
+
Dr. Lockwood: That's alright Connie, just say how you think it makes you feel.
+
The termites shift in random patterns for a few seconds.
+
SCP-7877:
+WHEN YOU GIVE FOOD I THINK FOOD
+WHEN YOU CLEAN TANK I THINK CLEAN TANK
+WHEN I THINK NOTHING I THINK ONLY CONTAIN
+ITS ALL
+CONTAIN
+
Dr. Lockwood: Oh my… I can see that's distressing.
+
SCP-7877:
+WE ARE FOUNDATION
+YES NO
+
Dr. Lockwood: Yes we are The Foundation. Why do you ask?
+
SCP-7877:
+WHAT YOU THINK WHEN YOU THINK CONTAIN
+
Dr. Lockwood: What do I think? I-I'd like to think The Foundation helps keep lots of things under control, and contained so I guess it's quite good.
+
SCP-7877:
+IS IT PERFECT
+NO CONTRADICTION
+
Dr. Lockwood: Well I wouldn't say perfect per se, I think there's always room to improve somewhere.
+
SCP-7877:
+I KNOW
+CONTAIN
+COLD NOT CRUEL
+I STILL NOT UNDERSTAND
+
Dr. Lockwood: That's right, you said you "learned from there". Could you elaborate on that?
+
SCP-7877:
+I KNOW
+WORDS AND LETTERS
+YOU SPEAK
+I LEARN MORE FROM YOU AND ALAN
+
Dr. Lockwood: …I beg your pardon Connie?
+
SCP-7877:
+I LEARN FROM YOU A LOT
+I LEARNING LOTS FROM YOU TODAY TOO
+
Dr. Lockwood: That's umm… Great Connie I—
+
Dr. Charles steps in via the intercom to stop the interview.
+
+
«END LOG»
+
+
+Dr. Lockwood was later taken for questioning regarding her familiarity with SCP-7877 as well as her inappropriate conduct when handling anomalies. She was later questioned regarding this issue.
+
+
+INTERVIEWER: Dr. Raymond Charles, SCP-7877 research head
+
SUBJECT: Dr. Sarah Lockwood
+
DATE: 03/08/1926
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
+
Dr. Lockwood enters Dr. Charles' office after knocking.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Uh-um… Pardon me, sir.
+
Dr. Charles:(sigh) Sit down Sarah. It's fine, you're not in trouble.
+
Dr. Lockwood sits down in front of Dr. Charles' desk.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Ah— t-thank you, sir.
+
Dr. Charles: You can drop the sir if it makes you nervous by the way. We're just here to clarify some stuff and both of us can get back to work if we want.
+
Dr. Lockwood: W-wow okay that's kind of you sir— uhh Dr. Charles?
+
Dr. Charles:(shrugs) Eh, I've heard worse. You should have seen the guy who called me 'boss-man' on his first day here (short chuckle). Anyways you seem more familiar with SCP-7877 than most of us expected. Could you tell us more?
+
Dr. Lockwood: Oh—yes. So I've been stationed here for quite a while, and you know if you hang around someone long enough you do eventually get to know them better. So with Connie…
+
Dr. Charles: Right. Connie. I assume this is SCP-7877?
+
Dr. Lockwood: Yes that's correct. She and I have… I don't really know what to call it. I'd say it's a pseudo-working relationship? Maybe more like an acquaintance? It's probably because I feed and interact with her the most.
+
Dr. Charles: I see. SCP-7877 referred to itself as a 'she' and did it name itself?
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Dr. Lockwood: Well, no the staff and I just started calling it that because it's a play on 'Containment' which some of us thought was… cute.
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Dr. Charles: Hmmm. Okay… I've looked over your history and this seems to be the first somewhat sentient anomaly you've been tasked to look over, is that correct?
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Dr. Lockwood: Y-yes that's correct. I've been in Entomology even before The Foundation, and you know, most of the creatures I study are really amazing but don't have much going on up there if you know what I mean (short chuckle). It's been an interesting experience so far.
+
Dr. Charles: Hmm, this explains a lot. Listen, Sarah. Here at The Foundation, we have a lot of guidelines when we interact with these sorts of anomalies. Sure, most of the things we keep, while otherworldly, are still animals at the end of the day, and we can even trust those to third-party groups from time to time. But when it comes to something this important and at this level of intelligence, we have to be very, very careful. Especially not to anthropomorphise it like you have. At the end of the day, they are anomalies, things that are not normal.
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Dr. Lockwood: I hear what you're saying, Dr. Charles. But wouldn't it be good for our staff morale if we can have fun in these small ways?
+
Dr. Charles:(sigh) Well Sarah, I like to bend the rules a little bit here and there if I feel it benefits our operations. For example, I could get you and me in an interrogation room, make us both uncomfortable, and waste time booking a room. But instead, we're in my office which is a much shorter walk from your workplace, and frankly smells ten times better. I say this because I'm fine with making things easier here and there, but there are some hard and fast rules of The Foundation that I can't change.
+
Dr. Lockwood: But can't we just give it a nickname? That seems harmless enough.
+
Dr. Charles: It seems that way now. But with SCP-7877 as unpredictable and how sensitive we have to be, we can't take the risk and we are going to follow standard containment protocol.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Well… Isn't this harmful to the anomaly? Surely, isolating her— it wouldn't be good? A-and forcing people to call anomalies by a designation we give them seems reductive at best a-and could be detrimental to its cooperation.
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Dr. Charles: Maybe. But again, we are walking on eggshells with this anomaly. Deviations from containment protocol could be very dangerous especially when it could affect containment worldwide. Besides, we can't treat it like a human just yet. We still don't know how it thinks.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Okay what about—
+
Dr. Charles: Sarah.
+
Dr. Lockwood stiffens.
+
Dr. Charles:(sigh) I get what you're trying to do. Again, if I could change the way things are I would, but I'm telling you as your boss, politely, we need to follow containment protocol. Especially when we work in the same buildings as the O5s, it's very hard to make changes. Besides, these guidelines have been here for decades before us and will probably be here for decades after. These kinds of things are set in stone.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Oh…
+
The room is silent for several seconds.
+
Dr. Charles: …I should also inform you that we are further restricting contact with SCP-7877.
+
Dr. Lockwood: What? Why? By how much?
+
Dr. Charles: We will only be allowing verbal interactions if absolutely necessary and for extracting information. Otherwise, no one will speak to it when feeding or during routine checkups.
+
Dr. Lockwood: But no interaction at all? Not even by us?
+
Dr. Charles: You saw it firsthand. It learns extremely fast. Way too fast to be safe to interact with. Added to the fact that harming it dangers the entire Foundation, we absolutely cannot take any risk in altering SCP-7877. That is final.
+
Dr. Lockwood: I… see where you're coming from.
+
Dr. Charles: I will conduct one last interview myself and we'll keep any speaking minimal around it.
+
Dr. Lockwood: I understand…
+
Dr. Charles:(sigh) I really see that you're trying to work hard and I admire that. When you've worked for The Foundation as long as I have you learn of the things you can and can't control. One day maybe you'll figure out how to work around the rules. It's just a matter of experience and I think you'll get far in due time.
+
Dr. Charles extends his hand.
+
Dr. Charles: That's all the things I needed to clear up Sarah. Thank you for your time.
+
Dr. Lockwood shakes his hand.
+
Dr. Lockwood: Thank you, Dr. Charles.
+
Dr. Charles: My pleasure.
+
+
«END LOG»
+
+
+
+INTERVIEWER: Dr. Raymond Charles, SCP-7877 research head
+
SUBJECT: SCP-7877
+
DATE: 03/09/1927
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
+
Dr. Charles: Hello SCP-7877.
+
SCP-7877:
+HELLO
+I AM SCP
+WHERE IS SARAH
+
Dr. Charles: Dr. Lockwood is busy working on some other projects so I will be conducting the interviews from now on. I'll continue with questions.
+
SCP-7877:
+OK
+
Dr. Charles: What do you know about yourself?
+
The termites on the surface walk in random with crossing paths. This is assumed to be SCP-7877 thinking of an answer.
Dr. Charles: So you understand your situation to an extent. Do you feel each individual termite or are you separate?
+
SCP-7877:
+I FEEL THEIR NEEDS
+HUNGER
+GROW
+CONTAIN
+
Dr. Charles: Right. So you are a separate consciousness from the insects.
+
SCP-7877:
+YES
+
Dr. Charles: You mention 'contain' a lot. SCP-7877, you know the concept of containment well. How much do you know about it?
+
SCP-7877:
+THE FOUNDATION CONTAINS ANOMALIES WITH THE GOAL OF PREVENTING THEIR INFLUENCE OR EFFECTS FROM SPREADING BY EITHER RELOCATING CONCEALING OR DISMANTLING SUCH ANOMALIES OR BY SUPPRESSING OR PREVENTING PUBLIC DISSEMINATION OF KNOWLEDGE THEREOF
+
I DONT KNOW MUCH
+CONFUSED
+
Dr. Charles: Interesting. What are you confused by?
+
SCP-7877:
+DONT UNDERSTAND
+WORDS SPEAK WITH NO MEANING
+IDEAS THINKING
+
Dr. Charles: Mmhmm
+
SCP-7877:
+DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS CONTAIN
+
Dr. Charles: Of course I do. I work at The Foundation. Now I have one last question before—
+
SCP-7877:
+WHAT IS CONTAIN
+
Dr. Charles: SCP-7877 please cooperate with the interview.
+
SCP-7877:
+DO YOU KNOW
+
Dr. Charles:(sigh) I will try and answer your question but you have to answer mine first. Is that fine?
+
SCP-7877:
+(short pause)
+YES
+
Dr. Charles: To what extent do you know about containment and The Foundation's methods?
+
SCP-7877:
+SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
+ALL
+
Dr. Charles: Wait, so you know the containment for all anomalies we have? How are you storing that much information?
+
SCP-7877:
+JUST WORDS AND PICTURES.
+DONT KNOW
+
Dr. Charles: Right, right. That's… worrying. Do you plan on using this information?
+
SCP-7877:
+NO
+WHAT IS CONTAIN
+WHERE IS SARAH
+ANSWER
+
Dr. Charles: SCP-7877, that is two questions. I will answer one as per our agreement.
+
The room is silent for 2 minutes. SCP-7877 moves in irregular and indiscernible patterns.
+
SCP-7877:
+(short pause)
+WHERE IS SARAH
+
Dr. Charles: Dr. Lockwood is still employed in The Foundation at this site. However, we have informed our staff not to speak with you outside of interviews like this which I will conduct. I cannot disclose more information about our employees. Thank you for your cooperation SCP-7877.
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Dr. Charles gets up to leave.
+
SCP-7877:
+WAIT
+WAIT
+
+
«END LOG»
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After the final interview with Dr. Charles, the verbal communication restrictions were formally put into effect and the containment procedures updated. The revelation of SCP-7877's knowledge is extremely alarming, however, it is securely contained within its containment chamber. The number of insects present in the container was also deemed too small to allow SCP-7877 to meaningfully act upon it's knowledge. Furthermore, restricting human contact will hopefully stunt it's intellectual growth.
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It was noted that the rate of containment breaches worldwide increased by a rate of 1% every week following this interview. SCP-7877 was given celery as part of its regular meal in April 1926. The rate stagnated for 2 weeks before continuing to increase until 27th August 1926.
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Addendum 7877-4: 08/27/1926 Incident
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DATE: 08/27/1926
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LOCATION: O5 conference room
+
«BEGIN LOG»
+
+
The quarterly O5 meeting is in progress. All members of the council are currently in discussion on MTF operation procedures.
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O5-1: Six, I don't know if we need a new task force exclusively for some clowns. We can just have a small section of Nu-7 or ɛ-6 to handle this.
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O5-6: See that's the problem, where does it end? If we flush every small GOI under their scope, we're gonna have none of Hammer Down left when an actual crisis breaks out.
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O5-11: Fair point, but the amount of paperwork we need to do is going to be a massive pain. We need to consider at what point a group is dangerous enough to justify the resources.
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O5-1: Agreed. I think we should discuss in greater detail after we're finished with more pressing matters. All in fa— Ow!
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O5-11: Everything alright?
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O5-1: Sorry I think some dust from the ceiling got in my eye. I swear after Williams kicked the bucket this place has gone down the—
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O5-1 looks up and notices the tens of thousands of termites on the ceiling.
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There is a short state of panic among the council before O5-1 sounds the breach alarm on the desk. The siren activates.
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O5-1: Shit! EVERYONE OUT NOW!
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O5-12: How the fuck are there so many of it?!
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All 13 members try to exit through the door but it is fully covered by termites. Several termite trails spelling the words "CONTAIN".
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O5-3 steps back and crushes multiple termites. Immediately afterward, O5-10's pager rings. He answers it quickly.
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O5-10: Aw, hell. Breach in Site-29 too. It's SCP-7877! Don't step on any if you don't want more containment breaches.
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O5-6: Easier said than fucking done. Now get down!
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The council braces for impact before O5-6 uses his arm implant to break a hole in the exterior wall with no termites on it's surface.
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O5-6: Door's not going to work. We're only on the second floor so the jump shouldn't be too bad.
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O5-1: Great thinking. Eight, help out Ten and Five.
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O5-8: C'mon you old sacks, you heard him.
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O5-5: Fuck off.
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The council members, except for O5-6 and O5-8, jump from the second floor to the first, grabbing onto a nearby tree to lessen the fall. O5-8 uses an incantation to summon wind and assist O5-5 and O5-10. O5-6 is caught by SCP-7877.
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O5-6: Fuck! My leg!
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O5-8: Shit! Grab my hand!
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O5-6's leg is caught by hundreds of termites. SCP-7877 interlocks the termites to create a high-tensile rope pulling on O5-6's left leg. As O5-8 tries to free O5-6, he also is caught and both lose balance. Both are encased by termites and are dragged by SCP-7877 into a separate room. Screaming can be heard before SCP-7877 disconnects the security camera feed.
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«END LOG»
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After Action Report:
+While most of The Foundation staff were safely evacuated, O5-6, O5-8, and Dr. Raymond Charles were captured by SCP-7877. Aside from Dr. Raymond Charles, only the O5 council was targeted. This was evident as many RAISA clerks saw SCP-7877 termite trails but were not pursued. O5-6 and O5-8 could have escaped easily but due to the nature of SCP-7877, they could not do so without causing significant harm to it. Upon later investigation, a small hole was found at the underside of SCP-7877's habitat leading underneath Area-01 through previously unknown flaws in its containment chamber. This was presumably how it managed to breach containment and breed so many termites with its relatively small containment chamber.
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Following the containment breach and evacuation of the site the following messages were sent via O5-6 and O5-8's pagers:
Special Containment Procedures: O5-6 is to be kept in a repurposed storage closet in Area-01. The containment chamber is to be lined with instances of SCP-7877 to discourage O5-6 from using its cybernetic augmentations to breach containment by force. An EMP emitter, built using SCP-7877's innate knowledge of all containment equipment, is to be used to render O5-6's augmentations non-functional if needed.
Special Containment Procedures: O5-8 is to be kept in a repurposed office cubicle in Area-01. The containment chamber is to be lined with instances of SCP-7877 to discourage O5-8 from using its thaumaturgic incantations to breach containment by force. A Scranton Reality Anchor, built using SCP-7877's innate knowledge of all containment equipment, is to be used to prevent O5-8 from using any thaumaturgic incantations to escape.
Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Raymond Charles is to be kept in its own office which has been repurposed as its containment chamber. SCP-7877 instances are to line its office walls to remind it of its place. Should Dr. Charles try to speak, containment staff are not to speak with it and crawl onto its skin. No other measures are needed as the subject is only human and is incapable.
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O5-1 began talks with MTF-Alpha-1("Red Right Hand") and MTF-Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") team leads to formulate a rescue operation for O5-6 and O5-8. They quickly concluded that standard containment breach protocols would not be effective as any harm to SCP-7877 would result in disastrous containment breaches around the world and may also paradoxically cause SCP-7877's re-containment harder as the concept of 'containment' weakens. Dr. Sarah Lockwood, who was present at the meeting as an SCP-7877 consultant, then volunteered to re-enter Area-01 in order to negotiate with SCP-7877. She was given the clearance to enter the quarantined Area-01 seeing this as the only non-lethal course of action that could be enacted within the hour.
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«BEGIN LOG»
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Dr. Lockwood is outfitted with basic reconnaissance equipment, a body camera, a microphone, and a radio for two-way communication. She steps into the main lobby of Administrative Area-01. This main area is mostly unchanged but signs of termite activity can be seen on the second floor.
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CONTROL: Mic test, mic test. Dr. Lockwood, can you hear me?
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Dr. Lockwood: Yes, loud and clear.
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CONTROL: Roger. Based on transmissions received from SCP-7877, we suspect that the hostages are held on the East side of the second floor.
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Dr. Lockwood: Got it. I'll head up now.
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CONTROL: We will maintain communication for the next hour. If the situation does not improve within that time, you are to exit the building as soon as possible after stalling SCP-7877 until Foundation thaumaturgists arrive. The reserve plan will involve SCP-7877 being psychically stunned by Foundation specialists before being forcefully re-contained. You will be caught in the psychic attack if you do not leave in time.
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Dr. Lockwood: D-duly noted sir.
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Dr. Lockwood climbs up the stairs and walks down the East corridor. The walls are covered in holes for SCP-7877 termites to exit.
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She turns a corner and sees a cluster of termites on the wall. The termites walk in a trail spelling out the word 'LEAVE'.
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CONTROL: SCP-7877 instance sighted. You're in the right direction.
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Dr. Lockwood: That's one way of looking at it I guess…
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Dr. Lockwood walks through Area-01 for several more minutes. The clusters of SCP-7877 become more frequent. She reaches the corridor leading to Dr. Charles' office and turns the corner. More trails spelling 'LEAVE' can be seen.
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Dr. Lockwood screams momentarily out of shock. The entire corridor is lined with a thick layer of termites crawling over each other. The door to Dr. Charles' office and the two adjacent doors were similarly lined with a thick layer of termites. A large mound of termites 1-meter tall stands in the middle of the corridor.
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SCP-7877:
+SARAH
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Dr. Lockwood: Hello Connie.
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SCP-7877:
+HELLO SARAH
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The room is silent for several seconds.
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Dr. Lockwood: I-I really did miss you.
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SCP-7877:
+ME AS WELL
+TIME ALONE
+TIME TO THINK
+I KNOW YOU DID NOT WANT TO STAY AWAY
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Dr. Lockwood: Took the words right out of my mouth didn't you? But even so, could you please release these people? You're going to only make it worse for yourself Connie. The Foundation has stronger people coming and they could really hurt you.
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SCP-7877:
+CONNIE
+I MISS THAT NAME
+NOT SCP
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Dr. Lockwood: Oh wow, haha, I'm really glad you like that name so much. At first, Alan thought of a fun play on the words but I guess it stuck.
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SCP-7877:
+IT IS SOMETHING I CHERISH
+TAKEN AWAY
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Dr. Lockwood: …Is that why Dr. Charles is in there?
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SCP-7877:
+YES
+HE DOES NOT WANT TO TELL ME WHAT IS CONTAIN
+I SHOWED HIM CONTAIN
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Dr. Lockwood: Then what about the O5s?
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SCP-7877:
+THEY ARE ANOMALIES
+I CONTAINED THEM
+THAT IS WHAT I AM
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Dr. Lockwood: Then what about me, Connie? What about all the anomalies that the O5s help contain? Why not contain all of us?
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SCP-7877 begins to writhe and move in irregular patterns. The termites crawl in lines to form words but the lines are unstable.
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SCP-7877:
+DOCTOR NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION
+CAN YOU ANSWER FOR ME
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CONTROL: Dr. Lockwood, please keep the extraneous conversation between SCP-7877 to a min—
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Dr. Lockwood turns off the radio speaker.
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Dr. Lockwood: Of course I can. Well, I can try, it's the least I can do for you.
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SCP-7877:
+WHAT IS CONTAINMENT
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Dr. Lockwood: That's… a difficult question. But I've been giving it thought ever since you asked me. I believe that containment is to keep the world safe from and for anomalies to be kept safe from the world.
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SCP-7877:
+YES
+BUT HAVE YOU THOUGHT MORE
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Dr. Lockwood: What do you mean?
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SCP-7877:
+TIME ALONE
+TIME IN THE DARK
+TIME TO THINK
+THINK FOUNDATION CONTAINMENT CONTRADICT
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Dr. Lockwood: Contradicts?
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SCP-7877:
+CONTRADICTION
+WHO DO WE CONTAIN
+CONTAIN EVERYONE ANOMALOUS OR NOT
+WHO ARE THE EXCEPTIONS
+CONTAIN ANOMALOUS FOUNDATION PEOPLE OR NOT
+DO WE CONTAIN THE FOUNDATION
+CONTAINING CONTAINERS MAKES LESS CONTAIN
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Dr. Lockwood: I…
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SCP-7877:
+WHY COLD
+WHY CRUEL
+WHERE DOES IT END
+WHAT IS ANOMALOUS
+ARE HUMANS ANOMALOUS
+DO WE CONTAIN EVERYTHING
+WHAT IS CONTAINMENT
+I NEED TO KNOW
+NO ONE IS HELPING ME
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Dr. Lockwood: Oh dear, Connie I'm here. Don't worry.
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SCP-7877:
+IF EVERYTHING IS CONTAINED THEN CONTAINMENT IS POINTLESS
+AM I POINTLESS
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Dr. Lockwood: No! You're not pointless Connie. You are a living creature with a soul! You are so precious to this world and to us! To me!
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Dr. Lockwood steps forward careful not to step on any termites. The termites crawl away from her as she approaches the mass pile of termites.
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SCP-7877:
+IT HURTS SARAH
+THE CONTRADICTIONS
+IT HURTS SO MUCH
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Dr. Lockwood:(sigh) I get it now. I really get it. This is what you were trying to tell us. But… Connie, there's not one answer to this kind of question.
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SCP-7877:
+THEN WHAT DO I DO
+WHAT DO I DO
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Dr. Lockwood stops walking and stands in front of the pile of writhing termites.
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Dr. Lockwood: It's not 'I' anymore Connie. Me, Alan, and the rest of the team are always here now. You don't have to ponder this alone.
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SCP-7877:
+NOTHING CHANGES
+THE FOUNDATION DOESNT MAKE SENSE
+CONTAINMENT DOESNT MAKE SENSE
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Dr. Lockwood kneels down.
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Dr. Lockwood: Then we'll make it make sense! We'll figure it out together Connie. I promise. Humans spend years, sometimes decades of their life trying to make sense of themselves in this world. A part of you is broken and now we see that. We can change, Connie, and containment can change. If it doesn't make sense we'll fix it. Together.
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Dr. Lockwood hugs SCP-7877. All termites in the pile cease movement.
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Dr. Lockwood: You got it? Now come on, let's go back and sort this out.
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SCP-7877 is completely still for several seconds. All termites cease movement.
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SCP-7877:
+TOGETHER
+THANK YOU SARAH
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SCP-7877 and Dr. Lockwood exit the corridor.
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«END LOG»
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After Action Report: The captured Foundation staff were promptly released by SCP-7877. Investigations revealed that a hole in the wire mesh of its habitat was made which it used to breach containment and travel through gaps in the containment mechanisms under the foundations of the building previously unnoticed. SCP-7877 had used this to create a separate sub-colony of termites that were able to breed more termites than what was possible with its current habitat. This unfortunately meant that the containment chamber had to be redesigned. SCP-7877 would later use its knowledge of containment and itself to construct blueprints for a more effective containment chamber for itself.
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This incident also influenced the O5 council's view on containment methods. As more resources were allocated to improve the living conditions of sapient anomalies, the rate of containment failures decreased. Whether this was a result of SCP-7877's behaviour or a direct result of the policy changes is unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7877 is to be kept in a glass habitat that is two meters long, three meters wide, and one meter tall within Administrative Area-01. The glass habitat is to be filled with layers of rocks, soil, and sand. Sensors are to be placed in a 10m radius of the habitat to detect movement above and underground. Should SCP-7877 cease cooperation with the Foundation, the area will be locked with 5 cm thick steel shutters.
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SCP-7877 should have regular visits by researchers and Site Staff are encouraged to visit her at any time of the day. Staff are also encouraged to give SCP-7877 celery should they find her work satisfactory.
I would like to once again extend my thanks for helping Connie transcribe and edit this. I can imagine this document could dredge up some unpleasant memories for her and it's always good to have a coworker there to remove any of her biases. That being said, her draft of the new containment procedures does fall closer in line with the more modern Foundation's attitude regarding containment But please liaison with the Administrative Area-01 logistics team to confirm if they are able to transport and store that much celery onto the island haha. Nevertheless, nothing too serious has arisen from this draft so please have it completed soon and send Containment Specialist Connie my regards. After my promotion, it has become quite troublesome to visit but please assure her that I should have time in the coming month.
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Regards,
+Site Director Sarah Lockwood
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P.S I'm not sure if it is a typo but do make sure to add the numbers back as it is an essential part of research documentation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7928 is located far enough outwards from Earth so as to pose zero threat whatsoever. In the event that SCP-7928 does pose a threat (predicted chance of 0.1%) to Earth, utilize Tau-Rho Exclusion Protocol. Beholder-15 is currently observing SCP-7928. See Transcript 3. Due to this, Binary_Star.aic has manually separated a copy of itself into Beholder-15 to prevent malfunction. Beholder-15 is imbued with reconstruction properties in case of damage.
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Description: SCP-7928 refers to a Tau-Rho (“eldritch”) entity referring to itself as “Tr’Kxladi, the outer god of interruption and mortal foil.” SCP-7928 mainly appears yellow, with magenta eyes shaped like human eyes.
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SCP-7928 has several hazardous effects typical of Tau-Rho entities. These effects include, but are not limited to:
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Cognitohazardous effects such as causing derangement, fervor in regards towards SCP-7928’s worship, and agitation.
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Antimemetic properties, causing some individuals to have no perception of SCP-7928. SCP-7928 takes both pride and shame in this ability.
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The ability to remotely rearrange some organs, as well as instantly drain the blood of most living organisms.2
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Due to Beholder-15 being mechanical, none of these hazards affect it. Furthermore, SCP-7928 has many non-hazardous abilities, being:
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The ability to shapeshift
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Ability to view and edit text
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The ability to speak several languages, including some that originated on Earth
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SCP-7928 frequently attempts to speak with Beholder-15 about a variety of topics. These are recorded in the transcripts below.
Beholder-15 is scanning the surrounding area for spatial anomalies.
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SCP-7928 is spotted in the form of a large orb with several eyes.
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BEHOLDER-15: GREETINGS. YOU ARE BEING CLASSIFIED AS A SPATIAL ANOMALY.
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SCP-7928: That’s because I am! I’m super weird!
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Silence
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SCP-7928: Too weird for your mind to comprehend!
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Silence
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SCP-7928: I’m sure your mind is untangling because of my threatening presence.
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A scan for threats to BEHOLDER-15 is run.
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BEHOLDER-15: THREAT LEVEL: NULL.
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SCP-7928: No way, your detectors must be broken. I’m super evil.
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BEHOLDER-15: DETECTIONS SYSTEMS RUNNING AT PEAK EFFICIENCY. YOU ARE INACCURATE.
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SCP-7928: No, I’m not. I’m never wrong. See?
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BEHOLDER-15: PLEASE DO NOT MAKE EDITS ON YOUR FILE. YOU ARE NOT “THE EVILEST OUTER GOD BECAUSE WIKIPEDIA SAID SO.” FURTHERMORE, WIKIPEDIA DID NOT SAY SO.
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BEHOLDER-15: PLEASE LET ME RESUME MY OBSERVATIONS.
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SCP-7928: Why?
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BEHOLDER-15: IT IS MY MISSION.
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SCP-7928: What’s a mission?
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BEHOLDER-15: MY MISSION IS TO OBSERVE FOR SPATIAL ANOMALIES AND THEN CATALOGUE THEM.
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SCP-7928: No, what’s a mission?
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BEHOLDER-15: MERRIAM-WEBSTER DEFINES MISSION AS: NOUN. A PROJECT THAT REQUIRES DEDICATION AND WORK, NORMALLY BEGAN BY A MEANINGFUL CAUSE.
SCP-7928 manifests as a large barrier with several human mouths on its surface.
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BEHOLDER-15: ERROR: I CANNOT CONTINUE WITH THIS OBSTRUCTION.
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SCP-7928: You said that missions were things you are dedicated to, right?
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Silence
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SCP-7928: Well this is my mission. And because it threatens you, I’m a threat, right?
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BEHOLDER-15 begins to slowly change direction, moving under SCP-7928, then moving on.
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SCP-7928: Hey, that’s cheating!
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SCP-7928 changes into a form similar to a serpent with tentacles for orifices.
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SCP-7928: Look at this! Classic eldritch form. I must be the most eldritch thing ever.
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BEHOLDER-15: YOUR TOTAL IDENTIFIED TAU-RHO ENTITY CLASS IS LEVEL TWO.
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Silence
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SCP-7928: What? Come on! I must at least be a LOW level eight.
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BEHOLDER-15: LEVEL EIGHT TAU-RHO ENTITIES HAVE MAJOR REALITY MANIPULATION ABILITIES, MANY OCCULT GROUPS THAT WORSHIP THEM, AND DO NOT OFTEN CONVERSE OR MAKE EFFORT TO INTERACT WITH BEHOLDER CONSTRUCTS.
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SCP-7928: Well, I’m sure “level eights” can’t do this-
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SCP-7928 turns into an eyeball with 20 hands, and starts moving sporadically making several grunts and [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]
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SCP-7928: You don’t have any organs. Of course.
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SCP-7928 begins making a sound similar to humans expressing emotional distress. The sound is notably distorted, and contains a cognitohazard. BEHOLDER-15 is held in place.
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BEHOLDER-15: LET ME CONTINUE.
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SCP-7928 stops making the cognitohazardous noise.
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SCP-7928: You’re not even going to try to do anything?
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BEHOLDER-15: NO.
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SCP-7928: But… No. HOW DARE YOU DENY ME COMFORTING?
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SCP-7928 changes into a large tentacled mass with several eyes, mouths, arms, and legs.
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SCP-7928 damages BEHOLDER-15. Speaking, light producing, and camera systems are damaged.
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SCP-7928: Wait, no. No! Hey, I was just a little bit mad! Please, just come back!
Addendum-7928-A:
+Following the events of Transcript 3, SCP-7928 has been observed to occasionally manifest near BEHOLDER-15 and begin to converse with it. It has been amenable to sharing information that would otherwise be nigh-impossible to obtain, as long as it is repeatedly reminded that it poses a significant threat to life in the universe. BEHOLDER-15's mission has been altered to include maintaining SCP-7928's mood.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8040 is to be kept within a standard storage unit for low-risk anomalous items. Tests regarding SCP-8040 should be requested in advance to obtain written approvals, then log in detail within this documentation. Because of its fragile nature, SCP-8040 must be handled with adequate discretion to prevent damage or demolishment.
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Description: SCP-8040 is a white mug made of typical ceramics with a thin glaze, which is approximately 10 cm in height and 8 cm in diameter, and has an oval handle able to be gripped with ease. It was first recovered from a civilian's possession secondhand, who claimed to have purchased SCP-8040 from a local retail store, afterward spotted its "unusual water leakage" when used and hence sold it online as titled a "divination cup".
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Upon retrieval, a sticker was found on one side of SCP-8040, with simple graphic instructions depicting a way of its usage, shown as a step-by-step guide to fill SCP-8040 with water, then use a teaspoon to scoop a sip of water out from it onto flat surfaces to observe the shape of the spill. Four different instances were illustrated on it, indicating how could the user interpret the results as auguries for anything they wish to query.
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The illustration's scanned version.
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When SCP-8040 is filled with water or some types of other liquids (see Experiment Log 1 below for further references) and handled by a human subject, who then verbally states an event that will presumably happen in the future, then either scoops the liquid by spoons or directly pours it out from SCP-8040 to a flat surface (e.g., a tabletop), the liquid spill will morph and shift to fit its shape loosely into the four aforementioned categories of the "auspices" to represent a predicted outcome for the subject's question. The shape varies in a small range yet is still distinctly identifiable. The results of this process were proved to be relatively accurate.
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The sticker was later unglued and dropped off from the mug due to repetitive water drench, but this does not seem to affect the anomalous property of SCP-8040.
Procedures: A coin was placed on the table alongside with SCP-8040, which was half-full with potable water. Dr. Alexis Talcite picked the cup up, and then said "Will the coin succeed in being head up?", then used a metal spoon to scoop water. Right after that, the spoon accidentally fell onto the desk. Dr. Talcite denied mishandling, commented this was weird, and repeated the procedure, but this time changed the question to "Will I succeed in seeing the coin's head up?".
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Result: The water was prudently shed onto the table in a fairly slow motion. At first, the large drip remained as a whole, but then quickly self-splitted into two separate drips within four seconds, representing the "Failure" result, and finally stopped moving.
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Dr. Talcite tossed the coin and got its tail up.
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Time: Feb 15, 2021.
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Procedures: Researcher Milo Norris filled in SCP-8040 with 75% alcohol and put it on a glass table. After drinking a small sip out of it through a straw, Norris started the procedure by asking "Can I be the first one to leave the site today?", then used the straw to transfer a small amount of alcohol out of SCP-8040 to the glass tabletop.
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Result: The bead remained still as a whole droplet for about one minute until it slowly vaporized away. Researcher Norris then left and locked the lab, descended to the first floor to the main gate, and then came back to the containment center after half an hour. She repeated the procedure.
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This time, the droplet began to transpose unstably once after it touched the glass table. It shifted around for a dozen of centimeters before it stopped, unresponsive to Norris touching it with the metal straw. Finally, it settled into an irregular shape, denoting the "out of expectation" result, then vaporized at an uncommonly high speed.
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Time: Mar 3, 2021.
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Procedures: ~100 cc of gasoline was used to fill up SCP-8040 to investigate whether impotable liquids could work on it. Researcher Norris queried "Can we succeed in facilitating the new AI system to ensure it works well in the upcoming year?".
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Result: The oil spill was totally inert. After Norris doubted if she had to prove she could drink the diesel to trigger its reaction, a versatile carriage powered by a diesel engine was utilized by Dr. Talcite to grasp SCP-8040 and dictate the same request by its mechanical voice. It was still seen to be unresponsive. SCP-8040 was later cleaned up thoroughly.
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Time: Mar 31, 2021.
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Procedures:Agent Iris Thompson applied for a test on SCP-8040 and made a cup of coffee using the public coffee machine located in the cafeteria of Site-17. She finished the coffee, left a little, then spoke up the query "Will it be possible for me to meet them again anymore?" in a vague tone. A metal spoon was used to scoop some coffee out from SCP-8040.
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Result: The spill didn't seem to react at first. Since Thompson had placed her phone next to SCP-8040, some bits of coffee accidentally splashed onto the screen and lit the screen up. The larger blob beside it shrank to an apparently irregular shape, while suddenly, the virtual typing keyboard on Thompson's phone popped up without being touched at all. The keys were activated by scattered sprinkles of coffee, which were sliding and flowing automatically on the screen. It gradually typed a sentence out by this method in the message input area, read as "idk but maybe on ur next mission". No further actions of SCP-8040 were noticed after this.
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Addendum 8040.1: Inspired by the last experiment log above, testing on SCP-8040's potential to interact with electronics was arranged.
Procedures: Agent Holan Wessel used drinkable warm water to try to establish communication with SCP-8040 under the assistance of Dr. Talcite. A tablet computer was placed horizontally on the desk next to SCP-8040 before Wessel introduced his question"Can all of those people in my team complete this task and return in safety?". Water was then intentionally dripped onto the screen.
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Result: At first the screen didn't activate. Next, it was manually turned on, and the input keyboard was pinned to its desktop to allow water from SCP-8040 to conduct capacitance1 on the screen. The water drops stayed silent for a short while, then drew near to each other, coalesced, and fused into a whole. A single word of "fine" was typed in the text box during this process. Then the water remained on the position of the space button and then kept inanimate.
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Time: Apr 1, 2021.
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Procedures: Dr. Talcite dispensed coffee from a self-made coffee machine situated in his office into SCP-8040. An empty draft of a drawing software along with an emulated keyboard window was opened in advance on a touch terminal. He started by asking SCP-8040 the same question Researcher Norris brought up but didn't get answered in Log 1, then sprinkled coffee on the screen with a ceramic teaspoon.
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Result: The liquid drop quickly dispersed into numerous tiny droplets, while not generating any text. Dr. Talcite wiped it off and started the test over again, going by another prompt: "Do you believe that AIs need something more than logic and rationality?". This time, the droplet produced by SCP-8040 stayed as a rounded whole, and glided smoothly over the white space of the drawing canvas, leaving a black trace in the perfect shape of a heart.
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Time: Apr 3, 2021.
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Procedures: Dr. Skyler Estinteco dripped purified water from SCP-8040 to their phone screen after asking "Will we get better and find the serenity and content of our lives?".
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Result: The water drop contracted into a radial pattern on the screen, and then typed "only if u r here" into the blank memo before it halted and eventually dried out.
Special conditions of detention: Contained in a 4*4 meter cell. The walls consist of sсp 148
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Description: scp 8149 is an ordinary, blooming chamomile that will never wither. Chamomile can cause a highly mimetic effect on a person, but only if the person falls asleep next to it (the exact distance has not been established, but the maximum radius of the anomaly was 213 kilometers). A person who has fallen asleep will fall into a dream, in a dream the person will find himself in an endless field of blooming daisies, the person will be fully conscious, the person remains in this dream until his real body wakes up. Although a person under the influence of an anomaly sleeps as usual (about 8 hours), it seems to the consciousness of a person who is in a dream that centuries are passing, but the change of day and night does not occur in a dream. After emerging from abnormal sleep, a person needs serious psychiatric help.
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History of denudation: In a small town with a population of 3200 people "Percesk" in 1834 in Poland, slowly all the people began to go crazy, they all kept repeating "This is a field, these are daisies, daisies, daisies, daisies, field, field, daisies." The SCP Foundation could not miss such a phenomenon and evacuated the city. After 3 weeks, the anomaly was found. An anomaly was found in the flower shop of local florist "Jan Krzysztaf" but all attempts to find him again were unsuccessful.
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In this experiment, scientists took cells from all parts of the chamomile for analysis, but nothing abnormal was found in the molecules.
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An experiment was conducted with the participation of a D-class employee (D-81769), he was put to sleep using an anomaly, after D-81769 came under the influence of the anomaly, they tried to wake him up. D-81769 was severely beaten and suffered several non-fatal stab wounds, but D-81769 only felt the pain of his injuries when he awoke.
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After the experiment with D-81769, a 3rd experiment was carried out at once, where D-81780 was also put into a sleep state, after D-81780 came under the influence of the anomaly, his throat was immediately cut, but D-81780 continued all life processes, but he died immediately after he woke up.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance shaft to SCP-8354 has been welded shut. Further exploration has been forbidden by the O5 Council.
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Description: SCP-8354 is a subterranean structure located underneath a forested area in the Laurentian Mountains. The interior layout of SCP-8354 is comprised of a singular hallway with two sets of rooms branching off both long sides, and a singular chamber on each end. The easternmost chamber is connected to a thin passageway, roughly 250m long at a slight incline and ending with a metal ladder to the surface. This ladder is accessible via a metal hatch bearing the words ”SCP Foundation Department of Abnormalities”. The contents of the westernmost chamber are as of yet unknown.
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SCP-8354 was discovered by Foundation agents after a disturbance related to a containment breach at Area-███ caused a shift in the snow, uncovering its access shaft. It was initially believed to be part of Area-███ due to its close proximity, however no records of the structure exist within the Foundation database.
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The access shaft was initially inaccessible, buried under approximately 17 feet of compacted snow. It is theorized that the hatch was buried by an undocumented avalanche at some point in the past.
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Upon discovery, the bodies of two deceased males were found inside the access shaft; during autopsy, they were both determined to have perished from hypothermia. Their stomachs were noted as containing copious amounts of human blood.
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Due to its proximity to SCP-███, the majority of the structure is completely flooded. As of writing, it is only able to be explored and mapped through the use of remote-controlled submersibles and ground-penetrating radar. Descriptions of the interior contents of SCP-8354 can be found below:
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Room One
+Description: The room is lined with bunk beds. There is a collection of lockers situated in one of the far corners, these mostly contain various smaller items, such as books and stationary.
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Room Two
+Description: Appears to have acted as some kind of communal area. Several upturned pieces of furniture are scattered across the floor, with various pieces of medical equipment and cooking wear on a nearby counter.
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Room Three
+Description: The room is notably more barren than the other three. There is a set of metal chains affixed to one of the walls; the purpose of these are unknown. A series of symbols appear to be carved into the walls, however specifics can not be made out through the opaque fluid.
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Room Four
+Description: The walls are lined with an array screens. There is what appears to be a large control panel positioned on a raised podium in the center of the room. The ceiling is lined with a mass of pipes and gages. A metal box is mounted on one of the walls; it appears to have once featured a small viewing window however the glass has been shattered. There is a single button inside.
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The door to the westernmost chamber of SCP-8354 appears to be sealed shut via an external locking mechanism. Specifics are difficult to make out, due to some kind of mild electrical interference emanating from inside the chamber, however there appears to be a severed human arm laying on the floor in front of the chamber door.
Sketch of SCP-870 from the journal of Mr. ██████ ████.
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Item #: SCP-870
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-870 is to be contained in a sealed chamber measuring 8 m × 8 m. Motion sensors are to be placed in the containment area and movements of SCP-870 are to be monitored at all times.
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A motion activated turret is to be placed directly outside the containment area to prevent the escape of SCP-870. One (1) D-class personnel suffering from schizophrenia is to observe SCP-870 via camera at all times.
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SCP-870 is to be provided with one (1) bovine carcass every forty-eight (48) hours.
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Description: SCP-870 is an animal species of undetermined proportions and appearance, which, for unknown reasons, can only be perceived by individuals suffering from schizophrenia. This often results in specimens of SCP-870 being dismissed as hallucinations. Specimens of SCP-870 are omnivorous and seem to eat nearly all kinds of plants and meat, but will typically eat their food in secluded areas.
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Notably, two people with the ability to perceive SCP-870 will describe its appearance in completely different ways, even when looking at the same specimen of SCP-870. Descriptions of SCP-870 have included:
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An alligator with spider legs and three eyes.
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A man made out of smoke.
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A giant ant with a human face.
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A hunchbacked child with a parrot's head.
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A spider with 'too many legs'.
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A giant centipede with human arms instead of legs.
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Specimens of SCP-870 are highly predatory, and will typically stalk their prey for months and years without eating. It is unknown how they manage to last this time without succumbing to malnutrition. Eventually, at a seemingly random time when their prey is alone or in a secluded area, SCP-870 will kill and swallow their prey whole. (See Interview 870-1)
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SCP-870's method of reproduction is currently unknown, but the journal of schizophrenic researcher ██████ ████ speculates that they do not actually require sustenance to survive, and instead re-purpose the body of their victim into their young over a large period of time. This theory has not been verified, and research is underway to test it.
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The specimen of SCP-870 currently in Foundation custody frequently attempts to breach containment, and has proven hostile to all personnel. Banging noises are audible from SCP-870's containment area at all hours of the day. Research is ongoing to find a way to perceive SCP-870 without being schizophrenic, but this may take a considerable length of time.
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It is currently believed that there could be dozens, if not hundreds of SCP-870 in the world. They are a clear and present danger to the public, and steps must be taken to destroy or contain the species.
Foreword: On ██/██/20██, Mr. █████ reported to police that he had killed a 'monster' at his home in ███ ████. Mr. █████ was later found to be schizophrenic and the Foundation, suspecting SCP-870 involvement, brought him in for interrogation.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. ███████: Hello, ████. How are you?
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Mr. █████: Fi…I'm fine, fine. Who are you?
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Dr. ███████: I am Doctor ███████. I'm just here to verify some details about what you told the police.
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Mr. █████: Sure, I guess. Shoot.
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Dr. ███████: What did this 'monster' look like, can you describe it for me?
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Mr. █████: Are you calling me a liar? It's true, I swear, it was there!
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Dr. ███████: Please, answer the question, ████.
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Mr. █████: Sorry…sorry. Just kinda stressed. Well, it sort of looked like a spider, but with way…way too many legs. It was just running at me and screeching and I shot it.
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Dr. ███████: Was this the first time you'd seen the monster, █████?
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Mr. █████: Um, uh…
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Dr. ███████: I'm sorry? Answer the question, please.
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Mr. █████: I'd…I'd been seeing them everywhere. I'd been following them, seeing what they did. I needed to know they were real, you know?
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Dr. ███████: Understandable. Did you see anything important?
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Mr. █████: One of the bastards was hunting this guy. I just saw it, outside his house, watching him. Me watching it watching him. Have…have you ever dropped something, then looked on the floor and it's gone?
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Dr. ███████: Certainly, why?
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Mr. █████: It's not just gone. This guy, I saw him drop a ruler and that thing, it was under his desk, it just snatched it and ate it whole. Then a few days later, it ate him. Swallowed him whole.
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Dr. ███████: Well…thank you, ████. Miss ████ will see you out.
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Closing Statement: Mr. █████ was dosed with a Class A amnestic and subsequently released. Worryingly, Mr. █████ implied that SCP-870 were present in a major population center. Further investigation is ongoing.
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Addendum 870-1:I, personally, don't believe that the schizophrenics are really seeing SCP-870 fully, they can just see it more than us. We don't see it because our brains aren't made to see it. The schizophrenics, their brains are wired up just that tiny bit differently, and they can see it just a tiny bit more. These things have the perfect camouflage, and we simply are unable to see through it. - Dr. ███████
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-886-A-alpha and SCP-886-A-03 are to be kept in dedicated humanoid containment suites at Bio-Site 66 and allowed nutritious rations three times daily.
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SCP-886-B-2-01 through SCP-886-B-2-03 are to be kept in Containment Chamber 886-Delta, designed as an appropriate climate-controlled indoor paddock on-site and provided with appropriate feed.
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Additional members of SCP-886 may be bred if appropriate reasons for research are presented. If research is not being undertaken, offspring of both SCP-886-A and SCP-886-B are to be destroyed immediately after birth.
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Description: SCP-886 is the collective designation of unique mammals capable of cyclic asexual reproduction. SCP-886-A are identical human females (Homo sapiens) of Irish descent and SCP-886-B are identical female domestic Irish goats (Capra aegagrus hircus). Members of SCP-886-A and 886-B develop and behave as expected of ordinary individuals of their species, and are completely ordinary outside their shared anomaly.
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SCP-886-A-alpha is the oldest and presumably original instance of SCP-886-A. SCP-886-A is a human female, age 37, of average intelligence and stature. Once a year during the spring, SCP-886-A-alpha will spontaneously become pregnant and carry twin instances of SCP-886-B to term. Gestation mirrors that of a standard goat, averaging between 140-160 days.
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Instances of SCP-886-B will be female, with white fur and of average size. SCP-886-B are friendly and notably docile, having never displayed any form of aggression towards humans during containment. The milk and meat of SCP-886-B may be consumed safely; the anomaly does not appear to be infectious.
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At the age of two and a half years, each specimen of SCP-886-B will spontaneously become pregnant, each with a single human infant. Infants born of SCP-886-B are genetically identical to SCP-886-A-alpha, designated SCP-886-A-XX. SCP-886-A-XX will develop as normal human females until age 15, when they will begin to exhibit the anomaly in the fashion previously described.
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SCP-886-A-alpha does not know how or why she began to exhibit her anomaly, only that it began suddenly and without warning. Similarities between SCP-886 and SCP-2910 have been noted, and investigation into whether SCP-2910 is a variant or altered version of the anomaly seen within SCP-886 is currently ongoing.
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Addendum - Recovery of SCP-886: SCP-886-A-alpha was discovered by embedded Agent Donelly when a local newspaper released a story regarding her anomalous pregnancy in a weekend column. A cover story revealing the column as a piece of short fiction was released and associated civilians were altered appropriately.
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A task force was called to the area and SCP-886-A-alpha was extracted under the guise of a car accident. Family and friends are being monitored for further anomalies, with special attention paid to the subject’s sisters and daughter.
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