Special Containment Procedures: SCP-007 is to be contained in a sealed room measuring 10 m on each side. Room is to be furnished comfortably as a living area, along with whatever items are requested by ███████████████ (hereafter referred to as Subject), given that providing Subject with requested items would not compromise security. Subject is not to be allowed to leave the room, and is to be detained with force if necessary.
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Description: SCP-007 is located within a cavity in the abdomen of Subject. Subject is a Caucasian male, physically approximately 25 years of age (subject claims to be 28) and 176 cm in height. Most of Subject's abdomen (muscles, skin, and organs) is absent, though Subject does not appear to suffer because of this. Instead of normal flesh, a sphere composed of soil and water is present, though it does not actually come into contact with Subject's body at any point. The sphere appears to be, in most respects, a miniature near-duplicate of the Earth, approximately 60 cm in diameter, although continental alignment is not consistent with that of any alignment known in Earth's history. The sphere has its own weather patterns and negligible gravitational pull, in addition to microscopic organisms somewhat resembling those of modern-day Earth inhabiting it. Two intelligent species have been observed, though contact and communication with either has yet to be made. Technology levels of observed species must be checked at least once a week and, as of ██/████, are approximately equal to that of 15th-Century Earth.
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Subject claims to be named ███████████████, but no records of such a person can be found. Subject does not require food or water, and while he has been observed consuming both, what happens to such substances after being swallowed is unknown. Subject is intelligent (IQ has been measured at 128) and amiable, and regards the planet in his abdomen as a minor curiosity about his body. Subject seems to experience no stress about his unusual condition. When questioned about planet's origins, Subject replied, "I just woke up one day, and there it was. I don't have any idea how it got there." Subject has provided a Social Security number and driver's license number and requested that they be checked against known records. When checked, it was discovered that neither had yet been allocated.
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Dr. ███████ has a weekly chess game with Subject, during which Subject's mental health is evaluated. Dr. ███████ reports that Subject does not seem to mind the restricted living environment, and has yet to attempt to escape or show signs of violence or mental illness, though he has repeatedly requested a computer with an internet connection. It is recommended that this not be provided as it may be used to compromise security.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-075 is contained in a 1 m x 1 m x 1 m Level-4 corrosion-resistant container, which must be contained in a secure chamber with equal corrosion resistance. The absolute humidity of the chamber may not exceed 1% at any time. Medicinal-grade desiccants must be available at all times in order to maintain this level of humidity. If the humidity of SCP-075's chamber ever exceeds 1%, all personnel are to be evacuated immediately and the site will be locked down until the humidity is reduced to acceptable levels.
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All personnel who enter SCP-075's containment chamber must wear MOPP Level 4 protection. Injection tests, as well as any test which involves an aqueous solution, are strictly forbidden. If any such solution comes into contact with SCP-075, the area will be immediately locked down and flooded with desiccant until the humidity is brought back to acceptable levels. Evacuation of personnel remaining in the area is prohibited.
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Description: SCP-075 resembles a large snail 20 cm in length, 13 cm in width, and 15 cm in height, with a muscular foot resembling a six-fingered, clawed hand. SCP-075 is exceptionally heavy, with a mass of approximately 860 kg, a property that is not understood. Desiccation is the only known means of containing SCP-075, as it will enter a dormant state when nearly completely dry.
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When not desiccated, SCP-075 moves at incredible speeds for its size and mass. It adopts the behavior of a predator, jumping at and drenching its prey in a highly caustic base solution secreted from pores on its foot. These secretions are more corrosive than any substance known to terrestrial science. Due to SCP-075's aggressive behavior when active, this compound cannot be harvested. No material completely resistant to its corrosive power has been found.
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Addendum 075-F: Attempts to harvest SCP-075's secretions must be approved and supervised by all on-site Level 4 personnel. However, approval of said personnel cannot override the standing order to not introduce any liquid solution to SCP-075, including its own secretions.
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Addendum 075-G: A cup of SCP-075's secretions was successfully harvested by using SCP-294. Testing is underway to determine what substances, if any, are immune to its corrosion. Testing is also underway to determine why the cup provided by SCP-294 is immune to the substance's effects.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1105 is to be kept in its sealed habitat within Containment Cell 445-b at Bio-Research Area-12 Containment Cell 1332 at Site-██. A size of roughly 2.8 square meters is to be maintained through provision of plant matter grown within a dedicated greenhouse. A temperature of 15.6° C at 5% humidity is to be maintained with an inbuilt climate control system. Air exiting the cell is to be passed through redundant filtration systems. Containment area is sealed from observation deck via double air-lock. Doors are connected to an exterior locking system allowing them to be sealed in case of emergency or containment breach.
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All windows, vents, seams and doorways are to be lined with electromagnetic coils in continuous operation. EM-shielded CCTV cameras with dual battery backups will be mounted in each corner of the room to provide audiovisual monitoring. If SCP-1105 demonstrates signs of hostility or makes a concerted attempt to escape its enclosure, a scram switch installed in the primary observation area will activate multiple high-pressure jets of dicyanoacetylene to immediately destroy SCP-1105.
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Backup samples of SCP-1105's spores are to be kept at Bio-Research Area-12.
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Description: SCP-1105 is a species of mobile fungus resembling Fomitiporia ellipsoidea. In sufficiently large concentrations, individual elements grow together into forms and structures beneficial to the whole, though no centralized nervous system can be detected that could be used to direct such growth. SCP-1105 appears to grow most readily upon dead plant matter, and has been observed to become motile in an attempt to reach such matter, though in the absence of viable plant material, the fungus can subsist in an inert state on ambient moisture alone.
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Once the fungus locates suitable plant matter, it will undergo a mitotic phase to form a number of filamental mycelia, eventually covering the plant matter and mechanically breaking it down prior to consuming it. Over a period of 24 to 48 hours, subsumed material is used to enlarge these strands, which become thickened and reinforced, and develop a rubbery texture. After these characteristics manifest, the mycelia begin to vibrate, and display evidence of electrical activity. Analysis of samples taken from fungal growth at this stage indicates no viable means of producing or storing an electrical charge.
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After a sufficient fungal mass has accumulated, roughly 5 kilograms, the collective mass will dissociate into 4-6 smaller masses of approximately equal size, referred to as SCP-1105-1. These individual masses display independent motivations, though are apparently capable of assisting each other with tasks such as reaching additional plant matter for consumption.
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SCP-1105-1 instances have a tendency to alter their morphology on a near-constant basis to accommodate environmental factors or the task in which they are currently engaged, such as developing a greater number of leg analogues while motile and in search of food, or producing additional mandibles while consuming plant matter. Additionally, individual SCP-1105-1 have been observed to adopt forms resembling organisms in the order Trilobita or Rodentia. Other forms resembling the families Lepidoptera and Gerridae have been observed, but only infrequently. These additional forms appear entirely spontaneously, and do not appear to be triggered by specific external conditions.
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Addendum 1: Recovery: SCP-1105 was initially recovered by Foundation operatives in the Heilongjiang province of China on 1987/12/17. Following a significant seismic event in the area, numerous reports had surfaced of a "forest monster" in outlying rural areas. Based on a description closely matching the one given in this document, thirty-nine AMTF Nu-7 agents were dispatched to investigate and report. Within 500 meters of the area where sightings had occurred, the operatives' SUVs were swarmed and subsequently electronically disabled by what the agents estimated as hundreds of instances of SCP-1105-1. The agents rapidly dismounted, drew the instances away from their transports, and engaged them with incendiary munitions, destroying the swarm. After an hour-long search, they discovered an apparent point of origin beyond a path of stripped vegetation adjacent to a hillside. It was later determined that the earlier seismic activity had created a fault in the bedrock, exposing a large cavern containing substantial SCP-1105 growth. It is assumed to have subsisted on ambient moisture and mineral deposits. Following collection of specimen and core samples, the cavern was sterilized via dicyanoacetylene saturation detonation and subsequently collapsed and sealed with ANFO.
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Addendum 2: Aquatics: While instances of SCP-1105-1 have displayed an ability to adapt and travel upon the surface of a body of water, they have been shown to be unable to thrive underwater. If forcibly submerged for an extended period of time they will simply fall apart.
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Addendum 3: Senses: While it is apparent that animated SCP-1105-1 are unable to process light as a sensory medium, they seem to be able to sense movement by detecting air currents and electromagnetic fields generated by animate beings. SCP-1105-1 simply flee from these fields. As such, electromagnets have been incorporated into the containment procedures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1136 specimens are contained in separate 1m x 1m x 0.5m terrariums secured within an isolated, soundproof chamber at Site ██. All fixtures within SCP-1136's containment room must be bolted down or otherwise secured against shifting during a localized directional event. Experimentation with SCP-1136 requires prior permission from at least two (2) Level 3 Senior Researchers, and personnel within SCP-1136's containment area must wear magnetized boots or otherwise be secured against possible shifting.
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Description: SCP-1136 appears to be a species of small lizard similar to Hemidactylus frenatus (common house gecko) and is physically indistinguishable other than its anomalous property. When specimens of SCP-1136 are startled or frightened, they cause gravity within a radius of approximately 7 to 8 m to align itself with its orientation, without affecting the specimen itself. This occurs instantaneously and without any measurable change in the physiology of SCP-1136 other than that which is normal for a surprise response in normal Hemidactylus specimens. This effect continues as long as SCP-1136 remains frightened, and the direction of the gravity shift will continuously change to match its current orientation.
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SCP-1136-01 was discovered on ██/█/198█ following anomalous reports at a local hospital in [REDACTED], wherein several children were admitted with minor injuries and limb fractures after reportedly chasing a gecko up the wall of their classroom. Class A amnestics were administered to all affected civilians, and several SCP-1136-01 specimens were located in and retrieved from the school.
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Addendum 1136-01: Incident Log 1136-012
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On ██/██/██, Dr. █████ accidentally dropped a clipboard while within SCP-1136-01's enclosure, startling it and causing it to run up the wall of its terrarium. During the subsequent gravity shift, Dr. █████ was thrown against a nearby wall, which further startled SCP-1136-01 and resulted in a cyclical gravity shift that continued for several minutes. Dr. █████ was finally removed and treated for multiple bone fractures and a severe concussion.
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Addendum 1136-02: Experiment Log 1136-021
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SCP-1136-01 was successfully bred with a normal male Hemidactylus frenatus on █/██/██, and its offspring were determined to exhibit the same anomalous property as the original. These specimens have been designated SCP-1136-02 (male) and SCP-1136-03 through SCP-1136-06 (female).
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Addendum 1136-03: Incident Log 1136-019
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SCP-1136-01 was found dead in its containment area on ██/█/██, apparently of natural causes. Dissection of the dead specimen showed no abnormalities or unusual structures.
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Addendum 1136-04: Incident Log 1136-026
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Permission was granted by Site Command on █/█/██ to perform a vivisection on SCP-1136-04. Upon incising into the specimen's abdomen, [DATA EXPUNGED] believed to be a short-lived gravitational singularity which caused catastrophic damage to the experiment site.
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Addendum 1136-05: Researcher Note
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Following an increasing number of anomalous incidents reported in the [REDACTED] region, it is currently believed that there is a standing wild population of SCP-1136 specimens. A Foundation containment team has been assigned to the area, but due to the small size of SCP-1136 and its similarity to mundane Hemidactylus specimens, complete containment of all wild specimens is expected to be extremely difficult if at all possible.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1407 are to be contained in standard security lockers, located within Site-77. Personnel assigned to SCP-1407 are to wear ear protection while interacting with SCP-1407. Any subjects found to have been affected by SCP-1407 are to be quarantined for study, followed by termination.
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Description: SCP-1407 designates a number of headphone sets, commonly referred to as ear buds. Instances of SCP-1407 are composed of ordinary plastic and various metal wires, along with other components normally found in headphones. Instances of SCP-1407 function normally.
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When an instance of SCP-1407 is worn in the ear of a human subject, it will begin to extrude metal wires into the subject's ear canal. Subjects will not report feeling these wires, but will indicate that they find the SCP-1407 instance extremely comfortable to wear. After a period of 20-45 minutes, these wires reach the cochlea, and will begin to extend into the pores of the ear canal, physically removing any hairs and replacing them with wires. At this point, the subject will be unable to remove the SCP-1407 instance without severely damaging their ear canals.
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SCP-1407 will continue spreading through the subject's body, most commonly to the outer epidermal tissue and ocular cavities. Subjects may report rashes or impaired vision. Underneath the epidermal tissue, SCP-1407 will create additional instances of itself by replicating its components with bone, muscle, and bodily fluids. In addition, follicles existing on the surface of the epidermal tissue will be replaced with SCP-1407 wires. Additional SCP-1407 instances will also be created in the stomach, cranium, and intestines, usually growing beneath the outer tissue layer and appearing as cysts or hemorrhoids. It takes 1-3 days for an SCP-1407 instance to fully spread through the subject's body.
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If the subject is exposed to sounds greater than 115 dB, the speakers within the subject's body will begin to replicate the sound. As exposure time increases, the subject's skin tissue and any matter occupying the ocular cavities will begin to flake off or dissolve, as the speakers within the subject become louder. In addition, the number of SCP-1407 instances present within the subject will increase continuously, until the pressure within the body causes them to be violently ejected through the subject's orifices, or through tissue weakened by SCP-1407's effect.
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SCP-1407 was recovered from a nightclub in Miami, FL, after a DJ suddenly expired during a party. When autopsy reports reached Foundation assets in the local police department, the body was secured along with one instance of SCP-1407. As of 11/14/2006, SCP-1407 has been classified as Euclid.
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Currently, 11 instances of SCP-1407 are in containment.
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Addendum: A proposal has been requested by Dr. █████ to use D-class personnel affected by SCP-1407 to circle around SCP-1009 so that only one speaker needs to be maintained. On-site medical staff are to be present to care for any injuries caused by SCP-1407.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1477 is currently contained in a high-security vault at Sector-25 with Level 4 access. Following Incident 1477-01 testing with SCP-1477 has been suspended.
Experimentation with SCP-1477 should take place in an adequately ventilated test chamber, lined with 10cm thick lead plating. The power cable and any other electrical equipment should be replaced after each use to prevent degradation. Personnel should wear radiological safety equipment at all times during testing; SCP-1477 is to be operated remotely and personnel should not be present in the test chamber while SCP-1477 is in operation.
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Description: SCP-1477 is a child's electric oven with simplified temperature controls and a non-functional hob. The object bears the logo of defunct toy manufacturer Girard Toys and internal components date from 1980, though no such product appears in the company's records and production by Girard assets had ceased by this date. When activated SCP-1477 emits significant gamma and beta radiation.
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Matter placed within SCP-1477 while it is activated undergoes spontaneous nuclear transmutation, converting into a lighter element - its atomic number is reduced by an amount equivalent to SCP-1477's current temperature setting per hour. When recovered SCP-1477 was set to '3' - settings 1-5 appear on the instrumentation, though setting '5' appears to possess no anomalous characteristics, instead causing SCP-1477 to act as a conventional oven with a temperature of 180°C.
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SCP-1477 has been determined to operate by transferring via unknown means proton-neutron pairs from within SCP-1477 to matter surrounding the object, which is transmuted into a heavier element. In experimentation SCP-1477 transmitted subatomic particles between 3m and 10m from their original location; this distance inversely correlates with the object's temperature setting. Given that higher settings result in a greater number of particles transferred but no observed increase in electrical draw, this may suggest the range of transferral positively correlates with energy input.
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After initial experimentation it was deemed necessary to implement a strong ventilation system in the test chamber, as transmutation of the surrounding atmosphere leads to markedly elevated levels of helium, neon and mildly radioactive fluorine and sodium, together on higher settings with formation of magnesium, which presents a fire risk, especially paired with the highly ionised materials generated by SCP-1477.
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SCP-1477's own components appear proof against this effect - during experimentation parts from SCP-1477 were swapped with those of a regular oven (designated SCP-1477-1), which was similarly tested to determine at what point it began to demonstrate SCP-1477's anomalous effects. The result was that SCP-1477 continued to operate as previously observed - albeit with the rapid degradation of the foreign components - until all internal components had been moved over to SCP-1477-1.
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SCP-1477-1 demonstrated no anomalous effects until the transfer of the final component - one of the non-functional hob heating elements - whereupon it demonstrated all effects previously associated with SCP-1477. However, testing of SCP-1477-1 at Setting 4 resulted in the rapid transmutation of the oven's aluminum structural elements into chlorine gas, presenting a further hazard to researchers. All components have at time of writing been returned to SCP-1477's original exterior.
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Recovery Log SCP-1477
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SCP-1477 was recovered from a surburban residence in north Hampshire, England after Foundation personnel were notified of a major radiological hazard. In addition to the radiation produced by the object, large portions of the surrounding house had been converted into radioisotopes of heavy metals, causing an intense fire. SCP-1477 was found, largely undamaged, in what had been a first storey bedroom.
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The only survivor, Mrs Katherine N██████ , aged 38, died 2 days later in Foundation custody and was unable to provide clear insight into SCP-1477's origins. Human skeletal remains composed primarily of titanium (presumably having decayed from vanadium-46) were found in proximity to SCP-1477: dental records were matched to Alfie N██████ (aged 9). On recovery traces of mercury and platinum were found in SCP-1477's interior, together with a thin sheet of lithium bearing writing in what tests revealed to be a compound of sulfur. Much of the text was illegible with the exception of the following fragment, which appears to be an excerpt from the alchemical Ripley Scroll:
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"In the sea without lees [ILLEGIBLE] eating his wings variable and maketh himself yet full stable. When all his feathers be from him gone he standeth still here as a stone [ILLEGIBLE] And all so the stone to quicken the dead"
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Incident Report 1477-01
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On 03/04/2012 use of SCP-1477 was approved to generate a quantity of elemental gallium for use in the containment of SCP-████. The approved procedure required continuous use of SCP-1477 at its lowest setting to reduce the atomic number of samples of arsenic. The first sample was converted through germanium to gallium correctly and the second sample inserted. During this period it appears that an area of the lead plating in SCP-1477's containment area was converted to bismuth and subsequently polonium; previous testing at higher temperature settings had failed to produce this effect as the radius of SCP-1477's effect was insufficient to reach the walls of the test chamber. At 2 hours 15 minutes into the experiment, a significant mass of the plating was converted into astatine and explosively vaporised, causing 12 casualties, including 3 fatalities.
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Agents B██████ and P█████ subsequently retrieved SCP-1477 from the containment unit and removed it from the facility by force. The object was recovered 7 hours later when the Foundation vehicle used was located on the A3 near Guildford; both agents had been immobilised by radiation poisoning and subsequently expired. Interrogation of Agent B██████ before his death revealed both men to have been in the employ of the Chaos Insurgency, having hoped to obtain SCP-1477 and utilise its properties for financial gain. Whether this is linked to the rumoured decline in effectiveness of the anomalous object known as the 'Staff of Hermes' remains unknown. It is believed that Agent P█████ deliberately orchestrated the experiment which led to Incident 1477-01, and all personnel involved in the formulation and approval of this experiment remain under investigation to determine any further links to the group. SCP-1477 appears to have sustained damage during the incident and its instrumentation no longer reliably corresponds to the change in atomic number effected - this loss of predictability militates against further experimentation with SCP-1477.
Special Containment Procedures: The SCPS Ockham is presently instructed to maintain observation and communications with SCP-1480 on the surface of Titan, in addition to its regular geological duties. The distance and technological difficulties involved in reaching Titan serve as adequate containment, so long as the existence of SCPS Ockham remains a secret. Only a handful of ESA personnel vetted and briefed by Foundation liaisons are to be informed of the existence and purpose of SCPS Ockham. Select photographs of the surface of Titan have been doctored by Foundation personnel and provided to the ESA for publication; photographs are doctored to remove the presence of SCP-1480.
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SCPS Ockham is to continue attempting to establish contact with SCP-1480 and any entities inside of SCP-1480.
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Description: SCP-1480 is a 2004 Blue Bird model Type C school bus with all typical school-bus external markings removed other than the number "64", currently resting on the surface of Titan. Based on physical markings and details, SCP-1480 is believed to be either a Weakley County School District school bus declared missing on 11/02/07 from Dresden Elementary School or a carefully crafted replica thereof. No explanation has yet been determined for the temporal discrepancy between the bus's disappearance and the discovery of SCP-1480.
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SCP-1480's windows are opaque; no light of any wavelength can be seen through them. Additionally, ultrasound imaging of the object's interior was inconclusive. Periodically, flashing lights can be seen emanating from the windows of SCP-1480; these were detected frequently before SCPS Ockham landed on Titan, but have since become extremely rare. These flashes can be deciphered into Morse code messages; how the entity is familiar with Morse code protocols is unknown. Judging from phrasing and the varying speeds of the flashes, different windows seem to speak from different, but consistent, perspectives or voices. The flashing lights can be translated into English via Morse code; a log of recorded messages can be found in Addendum 1480-A.
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Addendum 1480-A: The SCPS Ockham is currently deployed on the surface of Titan as part of an unrelated scientific exchange program led between several high-level officials within the European Space Agency, NASA, and the Foundation; under the terms of that agreement, NASA-ESA provided the interplanetary vehicle and gave the Foundation final control over the vehicle's mission parameters in exchange for certain technological enhancements from the Foundation and the ability to access and use all non-sensitive scientific data from the mission. The Ockham detected the presence of SCP-1480 from a distance of several thousand kilometers away. From a distance, the Ockham could detect SCP-1480 and the flashing lights inside the object. The Ockham made landfall on 14/01/05; the flashing lights within SCP-1480 ceased at that time. Since then, the lights have resumed at periodic intervals. Selected excerpts of communications recorded from SCP-1480 are listed as follows:
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11/01/05: Beginning at 0232 hours1 all windows become briefly active for a period of ninety seconds. Because windows can only be seen from one side of the bus at a time, not all parts of a given conversation can be heard at any given time. Content of messages recorded consists largely of short, declarative sentences, such as "nuh uh", "you cannot do that", and "i am telling". At 0234, the windshield flashed the message "settle down back there" and all windows ceased flashing.
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13/01/05: Several windows towards the back of the starboard side of the bus begin flashing in apparent conversation with one another. The rearmost window asks "why did not tyler get on the bus", to which the window immediately in front of it replies with "he was chosen by the sender". The first window replies (deciphered literally) with "aww man" followed by a series of complaints about the unidentified entity referred to as "the sender". The third window from the rear flashes "who is the sender", followed by a pause believed to be a reply from a window on the other side of the bus. At the end of that pause, the windshield flashed "what have you done". The windshield remained illuminated at the end of that sequence; all windows between the windshield and the back of the bus began flashing on and remaining on until the lights reached the back of the bus. The windows at the back of the bus flashed a series of distress messages until the line of steadily-illuminated windows reached the back of the bus, at which point the two windows at the back of the bus flashed on as well. All windows then became dark. Those two windows and another on the other side of the bus have not been observed to light up at any point since.
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14/01/05: SCPS Ockham made landfall around 22:01. Prior to beginning orbital landing maneuvers that took the Ockham's cameras off of SCP-1480, the windows nearest to the Ockham began flashing messages such as "do you see that", "what is that", and "is that my mommy". As the Ockham approached the surface of Titan, these messages began occurring with greater frequency. However, once the Ockham made contact with Titan, the windows of SCP-1480 flashed bright white once, then went black. As the Ockham began its survey of SCP-1480, the only response it received from the entity was the windshield occasionally flashing "they are not yours". This has been the only significant signal received from SCP-1480 since the Ockham's landfall.
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For information regarding additional anomalous events connected to SCP-1480, please consult documentation for SCP-1680 and SCP-1380.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1481 is to be kept in a securely locked safe on the second floor of Site-██. Site security is to remain on standby in proximity to tests conducted on SCP-1481.
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Description: SCP-1481 is a plastic recyclable coffee cup. SCP-1481 rests in an inactive state until it is physically rubbed by a sapient being. When SCP-1481 is rubbed, it will enter its active phase, in which it manifests a spectral humanoid hereby referred to as SCP-1481-1. SCP-1481-1 manifests dressed in multiple coats and torn jeans, all of which are likewise spectral but seem to nonetheless be stained with a variety of unknown substances. SCP-1481-1 has a nervous tic, which occurs every few minutes.
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Once SCP-1481-1 has manifested, it will offer to grant an unlimited number of "wishes" to the individual who caused it to manifest; however, SCP-1481-1 is largely non-compliant with said wishes, and will often ignore them, wrongly claim to have already fulfilled them, or produce an outcome which bears only a slight resemblance to the one requested.
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SCP-1481-1 has made a variety of requests, which are typically for alcohol, recreational drugs, money, or warm food.
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Addendum: Tests were conducted by Doctor ████. The goal of the tests was to establish a general knowledge of the capabilities of SCP-1481-1.
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Log of tests with SCP-1481:
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Item Requested: One sandwich
+Result: SCP-1481-1 manifested a sandwich, which it promptly ate.
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Item Requested: A winning lottery ticket
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Item Requested: A 100-carat diamond.
+Result: 100 g of coal; SCP-1481-1 assured personnel that the coal was pure diamond.
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Item Requested: "The meaning of life"
+Result: SCP-1481-1 laughed hysterically for three minutes and fourteen seconds, then claimed to have forgotten what had just been requested. Subsequent requests for this item produced the same result.
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Item Requested: The means to achieve unlimited energy.
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Interview log 1481-1-2
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Doctor ████: Hello, SCP-1481-1.
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SCP-1481-1: Hey there, young feller!
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Doctor ████: SCP-1481-1, I have some questions for you.
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SCP-1481-1 stares at the South wall of the interview chamber for six minutes and nine seconds before answering.
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SCP-1481-1: You ever notice how, how white this wall is? I f-f-feel like it's got so much meaning.
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Doctor ████: In relation to the items you are able to manifest, where do you take said items from?
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SCP-1481-1: I, I know a g-g-guy who, who, a guy who knows a guy. Y'know?
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Doctor ████: How—
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SCP-1481-1: Enough damn questions! Man, I just need a taste. Just a taste! You can’t just order me to tell you stuff! If you get me, like, I dunno… say, thirty, forty grams of the, of the, of the good stuff or s-s-s-s-something? C'mon, man, please?
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SCP-1481-1 was provided with 40 grams of methamphetamine, which it promptly consumed. Upon consuming the methamphetamine, SCP-1481-1 began to speak, and continued speaking for five hours and twenty-three minutes. Much of what SCP-1481-1 said during this time was incomprehensible 'word salad' interspersed with profanity, and a large quantity of what are assumed to have been logorrheic neologisms. A full transcript of this 'word salad' is available in Document 1481-RL51. One particular passage has been retained in this report, as it may provide clues to the origin of SCP-1481-1
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Excerpt of speech from SCP-1481-1
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— so there I, I, there I was, right in f-f-f-front of this guy, waiting for him to make his, his fuckin' wishes an', an', an', he looks at me an' he says 'for my f-f-f-first wish, I, I, I,… for my…' He says… he… he fuckin' wishes for me to be a fuckin' alcoholic j-j-j-junkie tweaker crackhead! An' then he says that his, his second, his second wish is that the, the, the first wish couldn't, couldn't be unwished. An' then he just walks off! I don’t, I, I don't, I don't understand it. I really don't. So now I'm, I'm, my life is, my whole fucking life is r-r-r-ruined. I used to give k-k-kings whatever they wanted, you know? I used to live in, in palaces. Now I got no f-f-f-friends, just the cold nights and the hard ground and nowhere to lay my head down and I —
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Interview log 1481-1-7
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Doctor ████: SCP-1481-1, I was wondering —
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SCP-1481-1: Yeah?
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Doctor ████: If you have these powers, why don't you just manifest the drugs yourself, like you do with the food?
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SCP-1481-1 begins weeping; weeping continues for 17 minutes 41 seconds, at the end of which it demanifests and re-enters SCP-1481.
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No further testing of SCP-1481 has been authorized.
Special Containment Procedures: Site 68 has been constructed around SCP-1485 for containment purposes. As the atmosphere, environment, and biological inhabitants of SCP-1485-A have been proven to be virtually identical to Baseline equivalents through multiple controlled tests and analyses, standard protocol regarding the vacuum-sealing of dimensional containment chambers is to be ignored. All technological and cultural information sent to SCP-1485-A must be screened ahead of time by a Level 3 Researcher in order to avoid potential security breaches.
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Once weekly, a Foundation liaison is to be sent through SCP-1485 for purposes of diplomatic contact. As of 22 October 19██, all inter-personnel exchanges between SCP-1485-A and the Baseline reality have been suspended indefinitely (see SCP-1485 Discovery and Liaison Log). The automatic defense grid housed in SCP-1485's containment chamber, previously to be used in the case of a potential invasion, has been repurposed to prevent unauthorized access to SCP-1485-A. Researchers assigned to SCP-1485 must undergo extensive background checks to ensure their loyalty to the Foundation, and are to be under the guard of security officers at all times while conducting research on SCP-1485.
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Description: SCP-1485 is an extradimensional space-time anomaly, measuring 9.71 metres by 10.54 metres. It acts as a transition point between our universe ("Baseline" for the purposes of this document) and a parallel universe, designated SCP-1485-A. SCP-1485 is impermeable to atmospheric substances such as oxygen and carbon dioxide, while being penetrable by other forms of matter, including human beings.1
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The world of SCP-1485-A is nearly identical to the Baseline: physical laws, historical events, and chemical makeup of the atmosphere and environment bear an estimated 99.98% similarity to the Baseline world.2 Several parallel counterparts to Baseline people exist in the SCP-1485-A universe, of whom roughly 3/4 have lives similar or nearly identical to their equivalents in our universe.
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SCP-1485-A is primarily distinguishable from the Baseline world by its apparent total lack of anomalous or otherwise extranormal activity. With the exception of SCP-1485, activities, events, or persons directly contradicting scientific laws do not occur on a regular basis, and those few alleged to occur are regarded as myths or superstitions by the academic and scientific communities of SCP-1485-A. Extensive research has determined that no Foundation-equivalent, nor any Groups of Interest, exist in SCP-1485-A. Groups dedicated to the containment of paranormal events and artifacts are regarded with derision and condescension by the public at large.
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Due to the lack of a Foundation-equivalent organization, diplomatic contact is carried out through the SCP-1485-A counterpart to the United States government. Because of the extensive similarities between the Baseline world and SCP-1485-A, research is primarily focused on understanding the properties of SCP-1485 and the minor historical divergences between the two worlds. Previously, the Foundation conducted regular diplomatic liaisons into SCP-1485-A; however, these have been suspended due to high desertion rates (see below).
As of February 20██, relations between SCP-1485-A and the Baseline have begun to deteriorate. Communications from SCP-1485-A have become accusatory and hostile in nature, citing the anomalous nature of the Baseline universe and the potential threat it poses to SCP-1485-A. SCP-1485-A authorities have expressed a desire to seal SCP-1485 and prevent Foundation access to their universe; diplomatic relations may be severed in the near future.
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SCP-1485 Discovery and Liaison Log
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January 19██
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SCP-1485 discovered. Site 68 constructed and completed several months later.
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April 19██
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SCP-1485 discovered by SCP-1485-A inhabitants. Diplomatic relations established.
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July 19██
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First diplomatic liaison into SCP-1485-A conducted. Exploration reveals aforementioned properties of SCP-1485-A. Agents return to Baseline two days later.
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November 19██
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First recorded desertion by Foundation personnel. Two agents assigned to SCP-1485-A leave their provided accommodations and escape into the outside world. As of this writing, they have not been recovered from SCP-1485-A. Security protocols updated.
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January 19██
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Entire Foundation liaison team assigned to SCP-1485-A deserts. Of the ten personnel that deserted, only two were intercepted. One self-terminated prior to capture, and one surrendered to SCP-1485-A authorities (see SCP-1485 Interview Log).
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October 19██
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Diplomatic liaisons to and from SCP-1485-A suspended indefinitely. Security protocols updated.
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SCP-1485-A Interview Log
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Agent ████ was a Foundation officer assigned to SCP-1485-A, and the only personnel member recaptured after the January 19██ desertion incident. She had been employed by the Foundation for nine years prior to her desertion and was considered to be highly dependable and trustworthy. Interview is being conducted by Head Researcher Smithers.
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Head Researcher Smithers: Good afternoon, agent.
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Agent ████: Hey there, Smithie. How's the family?
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Head Researcher Smithers: Repetitively pleasing, as always. [Sifts through papers before finding Agent ████'s file.] You'll forgive me if I wish to dispense with the small talk. I trust you know why I am speaking to you today?
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Agent ████:[Appears lethargic] Yeah. Let's just get on with it.
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Head Researcher Smithers: I suppose we should start from the beginning. Could you describe the events leading up to your liaison mission to SCP-1485-A?
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Agent ████: Well, it hadn't been the first time I'd been on a multiverse assignment. Ever since that incident with [REDACTED] I'd been the go-to girl for a lot of the Foundation's dealings with alternate realities. Makes sense, I guess. Always loved science fiction growing up. Heh. Never thought it wasn't fiction.
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Head Researcher Smithers: How did the mission go?
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Agent ████: Well, we made our way through the portal easy enough. God, or whatever passes for it in this fucked up world of ours, was nice enough to make it big enough for us to easily slip into.
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Once we got to the other side and made ourselves comfortable, it was…different. I don't mean "different" as in something that immediately tells you you're not in your universe. Nothing big like zeppelins in the sky or traffic driving on the other side of the road. It was just…
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Head Researcher Smithers: Agent?
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Agent ████: I felt like I had a giant weight lifted off my shoulders.
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Head Researcher Smithers: I see. And how did the mission go over the next few days?
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Agent ████: It was pretty standard multiverse stuff. Make contact with the other side, take samples, get an update on the current situation, yadda yadda yadda. Thing is, they kept giving us odd glances when they thought we weren't looking.
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Head Researcher Smithers: You think they were suspicious of you?
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Agent ████: Not suspicious, but…wary. I mean, this was the first time they'd ever had to deal with any of this stuff. Then they find out it's par for the course in our universe. Can't blame them for not trusting us.
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Head Researcher Smithers: So if they did not trust you and kept you under constant surveillance, why did you betray us? You've worked at the Foundation for nearly a decade, and we have always rewarded you for your service appropriately. What made you decide to throw that all away?
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Agent ████: You've never been there, have you? If you had, you wouldn't be saying that.
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Head Researcher Smithers: SCP-1485-A is hardly a utopia, ████. They have wars, suffering, and death just like we do.
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Agent ████: Well, yeah, of course. But when you're walking down the street, you can trust your eyes. You know that what you see is what's really there. There's nothing hiding in your peripheral, nothing lurking in the shadows. Everything is…normal. Everything is right. You can trust your senses, because there are no cognitohazards. You can trust science, because there's nothing that defies it. It's just…
Special Containment Procedures: High-resolution satellite imagery is to be processed by computer for possible SCP-1506-1 occurrences. Once confirmed as an occurrence, SCP-1506-1's position is to be monitored and checked against computer modelling of wind patterns. Should SCP-1506-1 rapidly descend or ascend into a wind current predicted to take SCP-1506-1 through human populated areas, MTF Phi-17 (aka "The Arachnophobes") are to be readied for Procedures 1506-A, 1506-B and 1506-C.
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Procedure 1506-A: Using mobile anti-smog fans, MTF Phi-17 are to attempt to guide SCP-1506-1 into a wind current predicted to take SCP-1506-1 towards a local nature reserve populated with larger mammalia. If necessary to disguise the procedure from the public, cover will be provided as cutting edge industrial agriculture testing in rural areas and as air quality specialists in urban areas.
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Procedure 1506-B: Should 1506-A fail to keep SCP-1506-1 away from human population centres, MTF Phi-17 are to begin a type-B amnestic treatment as necessary for witnesses of predation.
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Procedure 1506-C: MTF Phi-17 are to use mobile stasis locks to contain the area around SCP-1506-1 while flamethrowers and arachnocide-7 are used to disperse SCP-1506-1. Arachnocide-7's boiling point is above 1500° C, making it safe to use with conventional flame throwers. Under no circumstances may arachnocide-7 be used without stasis locks active to contain the aftermath. Arachnocide-7 must not be allowed to enter the biosphere.
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Procedure 1506-D: Following incident 1506-Sigma, any instance of SCP-1506-1 larger than 200 cubic metres in commercial flight paths are cleared for immediate barometric implosion using FAE detonation contained via mobile stasis lock.
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SCP-1506-1-14 is contained at Site 9 in a pressure controlled Large Animal Containment cell. Atmospheric pressure is to be maintained to keep SCP-1506-1-14 approximately in the centre of the containment cell. When SCP-1506-1-14 descends to an artificial altitude of less than 500m, viable prey animals are to be introduced to the cell. It has been calculated that ███kg of food over a four week period will keep the colony at its current size. In the event of containment breach arachnocide-7 will be deployed in combination with increasing containment cell pressure to ██ atmospheres. Arachnocide-7 must not be allowed to enter the biosphere.
SCP-1506's position is to be monitored and checked against computer modelling of wind patterns. Should SCP-1506 rapidly descend or ascend into a wind current predicted to take SCP-1506 through human-populated areas, MTF Phi-17 (aka "The Arachnophobes") are to be readied for Procedures 1506-A and 1506-B.
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Description: SCP-1506 is the designation for the global phenomenon which spontaneously generates instances of SCP-1506-1.
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SCP-1506-1 is the designation for anomalous colonies of at least approximately 900 spiders of mixed species. By application of multiple varieties of spider silk, SCP-1506-1 is able to build a complex web-structure less dense than air in which the spiders may live. SCP-1506-1 exhibits remarkable behaviour, as individual spiders are rarely seen working in co-operation and never in cross-species co-operation. SCP-1506-1 also shows changes in predation behaviour, web tension strength and web adhesion. SCP-1506-1 has been found at altitudes of up to 18 km. In order to change altitude, the volume of SCP-1506-1 is increased or decreased, suggesting the web structure is being consistently maintained.
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When SCP-1506-1 descends below 500m, it is to be assumed that the colony will soon begin predation behaviour. Thus far it is unknown how spiders are able to detect their prey at this height. SCP-1506-1's preferred method of predation is to spin a web to the ground from altitude. Any animalia touching the spider web will instantly adhere and be unable to remove the web. Only live animal matter exhibits this effect. When enough food has been caught SCP-1506-1 will reel in the web at ██ km/h. When SCP-1506-1 has fully reeled in its prey, the web structure will engulf the animal. Consumption of prey takes place over days, dependent on both the size of the prey and the colony. Humans take approximately 5 days for an average-sized colony to digest. The largest single prey animal recorded has been an elk, taking 11 days to digest. Waste is allowed to fall freely, leaving a desiccated husk that will often shatter on impact.
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SCP-1506-1 was first identified as SCP-1506 before the realisation of multiple instances. SCP-1506-1 was first brought to the Foundation's attention on ██/██/20██ when a viral video thought to originate in Chile showed a man walking through the streets of [REDACTED] at 0247 local time according to the time stamps. For 2 minutes he is tracked by 8 security cameras, the footage of which has been seamlessly edited together, until he suddenly stops walking whilst looking very startled. The subject of the video begins brushing at his arms and face before vanishing. High-speed analysis shows that he has been dragged vertically out of frame. The poor resolution of security footage has made it impossible to determine the actual speed, but ██ km/h is within estimations. The footage has been doctored to remove the 3 frames and has been publicly revealed to be part of the viral campaign for █████ energy drink.
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SCP-1506-1-14 is a colony captured on ██/██/20██. Cameras placed on prey animals have shown the internal structure to be incredibly complex. The colony is divided into living chambers and buoyancy chambers with no genus of spider noticeably more active in web maintenance. Every foreign spider introduced to the colony has been accepted without incident. Introducing new spider species to SCP-1506-1-14 is now banned; 200 different spiders from around the world have been introduced to the colony and it is believed there is no more data to be gained from this research. SCP-1506-1-14 is being studied to determine longevity of the colony. So far the colony remains healthy in a simulated high-altitude environment, feeding when necessary.
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Using remote cameras to explore the structure has proven a failure, as all attempts have had the drone immobilised by web and excreted in the usual manner. Spider-mounted cameras have failed in a similar manner. The only successful method to obtain internal visuals is through prey mounted camera which allows only for stationary video feeds. Tests indicate a normal oxygen level and atmospheric pressure within living chambers.
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Little headway has been made as to the mode of transmission of SCP-1506, but the most favoured theory is communication of learned behaviour. Investigation is ongoing into how the spiders communicate. Research on Mallos gregalis and other social spiders has been promising but so far no headway has been made. So far SCP-1506-1 has appeared on all continents except Antarctica and shows no preference for member spider species, either solitary or social.
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Addendum:
+Event 1501 Alpha:
+The following is a transcription from recovery agent in field audio on ██/██/20██
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Agent R.: I think it's trying to pretend it's a weather balloon, but weather balloons don't float this low. Great, we found the killer low-flying weather balloon. I guess we could pop it?
+Agent F.: They're called special containment procedures…
+Both agents: Not special destruction procedures.
+Agent R.: It would save time though… I'm going in for a closer look.
+Agent F.: Stay sharp.
+3:42 minutes of radio silence as Agent R. approaches location
+Agent R.: I've got visual on the binoculars. I can see it pulsing, it looks like it's made of fabric?
+Agent F.: What do you think, giant butterfly net? Lasso?
+Agent R.: I don't think we're bringing this one in ourselves. We're going to need nerds. Urgh.
+Agent F.: Hey don't be like that, they're why we have jobs.
+Agent R.: Not them. I stepped in a spiderwe…
+Agent R.'s radio device transmits a 16 second scream, followed by heavy breathing and sobbing
+Agent R.: [unintelligible]… oh god they're crawling on me, I can't move…[unintelligible]…. it's so hot oh god…. [unintelligible]
+Agent R. was in radio contact for a further 18 hours and 7 minutes. During this time Agent R. was unable to provide more useful information on the nature of SCP-1506
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Event 1506-Sigma: On ██/██/20██, SCP-1506-1-9 collided with commercial flight [REDACTED]. SCP-1506-1-9 had been under special observation due to its significant volume. It has been theorised that SCP-1506-1-9 contained over █ million individual spiders. On impact with flight [REDACTED] SCP-1506-1-9 was observed to burst. The web structure was observed to cling for to the plane for 40 seconds before being pulled into a damaged seam between fuselage panels. The black box flight recorder indicates the spiders entered the flight cabin causing significant damage to the aircraft's electronics, including radio equipment. The flight continued for another 78 minutes before crashing. The following is an excerpt from the recording:
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Pilot: What the fuck was that?!?
+Co-Pilot: Shit, I don't know. Give me the fucking mic. This is B█████ your co-pilot for today, we do apologise for the turbulence back there. We do our best to make your flight as smooth as possible but the occasional hiccup will happen. We thank you for your understanding and remember to keep flying with ███████ Airlines. Okay J███, what in the fuck happened?
+Pilot: I thought it was a cloud, alright?!
+Co-Pilot: Clouds don't fucking make a bang when you hit them! I'm meant to be on break, seriously J███, what is wrong with you?
+Pilot: Don't tell me you thought it was anything other than cloud cover! You were looking!
+Co-Pilot I was meant to take a nap in half an hour and now my heart's racing. Thanks for that.
+Pilot: Well piss off then!
+Metallic banging can be heard, assumed to be flight attendant L███ at the cockpit door.
+Co-Pilot: I just want a nap! Jesus, what did I do? What is it L███? Use the phone!
+Banging continues.
+Pilot: I'll have a look. OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!!
+Co-Pilot: What?
+Pilot: Mayday mayday mayday! This is flight [REDACTED] in immediate distress. Require urgent assistance on spider infestation. Over.
+Co-Pilot: What the fuck? Can they get through the door? This is insane!
+Pilot: This is flight [REDACTED], our flight cabin has been compromised by spiders and they're fucking everywhere, somebody fucking come in over. Pan-Pan! Mayday! Anyone!
+Transcription skips 60 minutes. For full audio file, see: 1506-1-9-BB.mp3
+Pilot: Ailerons, okay. Rudder, okay. Elevators, okay.
+Co-pilot: Radio, fucked. Well at least we're not deadstick.
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+Pilot: We agreed this is what we have to do.
+Co-Pilot: I don't want to die J███.
+Pilot: Neither do I B██████. Neither did L███.
+Co-Pliot: If we're doing this it has to be now. We're getting too close to ███ █████.
+Pilot: I hope it's fast.
+Co-pilot: We'll be the first to hit, the plane is behind us. It's a rock and a hard place. You sure it'll burn?
+Pilot: I've set all the fuel safety options off. I hope so.
+Co-Pilot: Sand for miles. Do it.
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Flight [REDACTED] was over an uninhabited area for the crash, preventing further casualties. It is believed that the resulting explosion and dispersal of the spiders that made up SCP-1506-1-9 is responsible for the increased generation rate of SCP-1506-1.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-160 is kept in a secure bio-containment chamber at Site ██. SCP-160 is to be fed live prey in the form of a rabbit or other animal of similar mass once per week, with feeding to be performed via automated delivery system only.
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Experimentation with SCP-160 may only be performed with prior permission from at least two (2) Level 3 personnel, and any personnel entering the chamber must wear an armored suit at all times.
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Description: SCP-160 appears to be a quadriflyer unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) with a diameter of approximately 1.1 m at its widest point, similar to the [REDACTED] model manufactured by the [REDACTED] Corporation. It is devoid of any identifying marks or manufacturing labels, though visual inspection of SCP-160 has revealed signs of scratches and other superficial damage indicating that prior identifying labels may have been removed.
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SCP-160 operates continuously and completely autonomous from any identified control source, and exhibits behavior similar to that of predatory birds. It will actively hunt prey such as rodents and other small animals and, upon locating such prey, dive down at high speed and impale its prey with what appears to be a metallic proboscis. Analysis of its prey shows that it then injects a highly caustic substance that liquefies the internal organs, and extracts the resulting slurry. SCP-160 will generally avoid humans and larger animals, but has been recorded using its proboscis in self-defense. Injuries inflicted by SCP-160 are extremely painful, and can cause death via liquefaction of vital organs or internal bleeding.
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Further research on SCP-160 is underway, but has proven difficult due to SCP-160's continuous operation. Tranquilizer darts are ineffective as SCP-160 appears to be entirely composed of non-biological components, and requests to attempt a low-intensity electromagnetic pulse to disable it have been rejected due to possible unforeseen damage.
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SCP-160 was discovered by Foundation agents on █/██/200█ following multiple reports of household pets from the town of [REDACTED] disappearing and subsequently being found dead under unusual circumstances. SCP-160 was quickly identified and lured into a transport vehicle by a containment team and subsequently taken to Site ██. A search of the area turned up over ██ desiccated small animals including house cats, rabbits, wild rodents, and miniature dogs.
Special Containment Procedures: The forest in which SCP-1627 is located is to be secured by fifty (50) armed Foundation personnel. The species shall be allowed to grow in the area, but only within Foundation-set boundaries. D-Class testing of SCP-1627 is to take place within Site 56 in a waterproof testing chamber, after which the affected D-Class shall be left in the chamber until death. If SCP-1627 is discovered outside of this area, the previously mentioned procedures should be set in place.
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The town of ██████, TN, USA is to be quarantined and monitored until all instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B are identified and neutralized. The town will continue to be observed for up to one (1) year after all anomalous entities have been assumed to be deceased.
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Description: SCP-1627 is a species of fungus superficially resembling fly agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria). This species can cause vomiting, internal bleeding, blindness, and hallucinations if ingested.
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SCP-1627's anomalous effects manifest as a result of ritualistic behavior composed of the following criteria:
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SCP-1627 is ingested in the absence of direct sunlight
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If a subject ingests the fungus without meeting all of the previously mentioned requirements, said subject will experience SCP-1627's non-anomalous toxic effects. Once subject meets the above requirements, that subject will be transfigured into either an instance of SCP-1627-A or an instance of SCP-1627-B.
SCP-1627-A refers to persons who have completed the aforementioned ritual successfully with their own blood. Upon the completion of the process, any damage present within the individual's body will be completely healed. This includes tissue damage, bacterial and viral infections, and cancer1. SCP-1627-A subjects are unaffected by pathogens, as well as being able to survive without food or water for extended periods of time. Instances can only be distinguished from non-anomalous humans by the faint presence of a white glow emanating from their bodies, which is present when they are put into areas with illumination measuring no more than 10 lux.
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When a human being comes into direct skin contact with an instance of SCP-1627-A, all damage and infections present within them will be healed. Over the course of the following two (2) weeks, that subject will experience rapid senescence until death, often by natural causes associated with old age. This appears to give nourishment to the SCP-1627-A instance.
SCP-1627-B refers to persons who have completed the aforementioned ritual successfully with a different person's blood. Upon the completion of the ritual, the subject will experience uniformly dark pigmentation across its entire form with two points of light located on its upper half, which appear to function as eyes. Subjects will also enter into a semisolid state, and while resting, appear to be formless.
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Specimens of SCP-1627-B are sentient and sapient, as well as being capable of vocalizing. Very rarely do individuals retain their original personality after the transformation; instead, instances will display predatory behavior. These organisms will often kill their prey via suffocation after entering into their respiratory tract. Once their target is dead, SCP-1627-B will invade the corpse and consume the victim's cardiovascular, nervous, and reproductive systems, as well as excreting preservatives into the rest of the organism's tissues in order to prevent decay of the corpse.
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Instances of SCP-1627-B will inhabit human corpses in order to blend into populated areas. Organisms tend to live in groups of three (3), but have been found living alone and in groups of up to seven (7) members. While SCP-1627-B cannot hold a consistently solid humanoid form outside of a corpse, it may remain within a host body indefinitely.
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SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B appear to be invulnerable to physical damage; however, both groups are susceptible to starvation within three (3) weeks. In addition, if instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B are brought together, both subjects will die immediately after making contact. The cause of this is currently being studied.
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SCP-1627 was discovered on 06/04/1995 in the small secluded mountain town of ██████, TN, USA after agents received reports of "people of shadow and light" coming out from the nearby forest. Within the town, several groups had formed based on reactions to the entities, with the largest groups being the "Daylight Huntsmen," the "Brotherhood of the Night," and the "Enders." See the attached History File-1627-Theta and Incident Report-1627-Alpha for greater detail.
Summary: Citizens of ██████, TN, USA came into contact with SCP-1627 when a group of people identifying themselves as the "Cult of the New" entered into the town square at 20:00 on 14/02/1995 and performed the SCP-1627 ritual on their members, creating several instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B. A few members of the cult attempted to speak a message of power and "evolution"; in the midst of this, a riot started among the crowd, which resulted in the death of all members of the cult and several civilians. Within the next day, several groups formed among the citizens of the town, the largest and most prominent of these being GoI-187 through GoI-189. These groups gained control of the town over the course of two (2) months and grew more and more unstable until [REDACTED]2.
GoI-187 (Daylight Huntsmen) was organized by Regis Newman as a group of people who had decided to support the SCP-1627-A instances and actively attempted to combat SCP-1627-B. Due to SCP-1627-B's hunting and killing methods, members of the group usually wore gas masks and were extremely hesitant in trusting people outside of the group. It is reported that prior to Foundation containment of SCP-1627, these individuals refused to interact with persons that weren't in the group and often did not let anyone else join. As part of a larger initiative, these members also actively destroyed all methods of communication, including phones and internet, as well as ensuring no citizens left the city after the initial exposure to the anomaly in order to halt the spread of SCP-1627-B outside of the town. Out of the three most prominent groups during this time, GoI-187 was the most noticeable and prevalent due to their equipment and methods of operation.
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When members of this group identified SCP-1627-A instances, they invited them to join in their ranks while making sure to not touch them. Due to the the group's full-body outfits, distinguishing between anomalous and non-anomalous individuals was challenging. Whenever members from this group successfully captured members of GoI-188 (Brotherhood of Night), they used them to feed the SCP-1627-A instances among their ranks.
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Members of this group were reported to have searched random houses in order to identify and capture members of GoI-188 and SCP-1627-B instances. The people captured were often executed via incineration3 in the town's crematorium.
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Members of this group also tended to ignore GoI-189 (Enders) because it "just seemed like another crazy fucking cult whose bullshit [they] had to wade through."
GoI-188 was formed under the leadership of Martha Grande with the premise that SCP-1627-B was "the next step of humanity." This group's stated purpose is to aid in the spread of SCP-1627-B, either through the SCP-1627 ritual, or assisting the entities in finding food and corpses to inhabit. However, due to the radical actions taken by members of GoI-187 (Daylight Huntsmen), a large portion of the membership of the Brotherhood came from townspeople who were displeased with the changes the Huntsmen had made.
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Members of this group are typically reclusive due to the methods utilized by the Huntsmen. However, they also willingly gave up their own bodies for use by SCP-1627-B if needed. Relations of this group with GoI-189 (Enders) were virtually non-existent, due to the massive number of small cultist groups that had formed in the town during this time.
GoI-189 (Enders) was formed by Lars Peterson in response to the SCP-1627 ritual in the town square. This group formed their own religion around the concepts of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B, with the stated core principles consisting of "balance" and "preparation for the Shatter." They believed SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B to be the human forms of "good" and "evil," respectively; members insisted that these anomalies were the universe signaling that the path to the end is caused by extremes. This group was generally avoided and ignored by GoI-187 (Daylight Huntsmen) and GoI-188 (Brotherhood of Night).
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The major preachings of the group were about an end of times and "walking down the middle." They believed that the only way to salvation was to live a neutral life, and thus only acted in a manner that could be described as such by their own interpretation. They reviled extremes and claimed that the perfect world would consist of issues presented not in black and white, but in gray. Members also spoke of duality and how it is better that neither side benefits than one side getting help.
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GoI-189 held many gatherings in a variety of places, mostly private residences, but occasionally churches and open areas, where they invited people to join them in preparation for the end and safety from the SCP-1627 entities. During these gatherings, the speakers of the group (known as "Equalizers") would often go out among the crowds and hold conversations in order to inform people of the group's messages.
Incident Report-1627-Alpha: On 06/04/1995, Foundation discovered the town in which these events occurred after recovering several instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B from the surrounding countryside. When agents arrived on the scene, conflict between the three groups had escalated greatly. MTF Sigma-7 (aka "Turn Riot at the Light"), MTF Upsilon-4 (aka "Please Don't Touch Me"), and MTF Eta-9 (aka "Maul Security") were dispatched to subdue the citizens and contain instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B.
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At this time, members of GoI-187 (Daylight Huntsmen) had apparently become paranoid to the point of complete destruction of internal structure and betrayal between members. Meanwhile, GoI-188 (Brotherhood of Night) had released approximately twenty (20) instances of SCP-1627-B that they had kept hidden in order to let them freely hunt while they forced people at random to eat blood-covered instances of SCP-1627. GoI-189 (Enders) had begun killing people by various means not involving direct contact. When questioned about these actions later, members responded that they had come to the conclusion that killing was a neutral, and therefore just, action7.
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Foundation agents went into the town and subdued the majority of the citizens using Anomalous Outbreak Protocol Rho-05, after which many instances of SCP-1627-A and SCP-1627-B were located and contained. All members of the town were interrogated, particularly those reported to be belonging in one of the three aforementioned groups, before being administered Class-A amnestics and released. All information about the groups and events occurring within the town was gathered from the interviews and SCP-1627 was found and contained. The species was discovered in ██████ Forest, a 50km2 area of wooded land, which appears to be the only location where SCP-1627 grows naturally at this time.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-1788 is currently impossible. Embedded agents in various governments, including those of ███████, ██████, and ███ ██████ ██████ ██ ███████, are working to enact mandatory roentgen screenings under the guise of tuberculosis eradication, as a means of pinpointing SCP-1788-1 instances. Any suspected instances of SCP-1788-1 are to be reported immediately to Armed Biological Area-223 Command. Personnel are not to engage suspected instances and should retreat immediately.
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The Foundation currently has seven (7) instances of SCP-1788-1 imprisoned in Armed Biological Area-223. Contact with these instances is strictly forbidden outside of approved experiments. Each instance is to be housed in a separate humanoid containment cell. Feeding and cleaning requirements are laid out in document 1788-CF.
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No more SCP-1788-1 instances are required for current research purposes; any newly-discovered instances of SCP-1788-1 are preemptively cleared by O5 command for immediate termination by Armed Mobile Task Force Tau-4 ("All Things Bright and Dutiful").
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Description: SCP-1788 is a process, treatment, or other means of biological transformation. A prepubescent human being subjected to SCP-1788 becomes an instance of SCP-1788-1. Currently the creator(s) or discoverer(s) of SCP-1788 is unknown; groups of interest are being investigated. Finding the origin of SCP-1788 is considered a Sindri-level priority.
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On reaching adulthood, SCP-1788-1 instances display predatory behavior towards prepubescent humans. Typically, they will settle in a large urban center, find a form of white-collar employment,1 then begin tracking prepubescents in the area. Approximately once every six (6) months, an SCP-1788-1 instance will attempt to abduct one of the prepubescents it has been tracking and take them to a remote or otherwise unobserved location, where it is subjected to the SCP-1788 process and turned into an instance of SCP-1788-1.
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Little information has been gathered from captured instances of SCP-1788-1. Instances are of above-average intelligence,2 and show extremely strong resistance to compulsion, coercion, torture, [DATA EXPUNGED], and other forms of information extraction. Every instance to date has also shown signs of malignant narcissism and psychopathy; they generally have a complete lack of empathy while also showing keen psychological insight. For these reasons, among others, unauthorized contact with SCP-1788-1 instances is strictly forbidden.
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Individual instances generally do not voluntarily gather or interact, except for the purposes of mating; in fact, when two or more instances are placed in the same environment, they typically fight for dominance. This behavior is not gender-linked; females and males will fight one another in addition to their own genders, and in a mixed-gender group there will be only one dominant individual, who may be male or female. Captured instances are housed separately to minimize damage. Multiple instances have been seen in the same general urban area, but never in a ratio greater than 1:100,000 normal humans.3
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Mating season apparently occurs annually, but is not seasonally linked: instances in some environments have been observed mating in the summer, while other instances have been observed mating in winter months. SCP-1788-1 instances will exclusively mate with one another; they have no apparent sexual attraction to normal humans. Gestation period for SCP-1788-1 instances is approximately forty (40) weeks, roughly the same as humans. Their offspring are genetically indistinguishable from normal humans and are not considered anomalous; however, as they are prime candidates for undergoing the SCP-1788 process, their capture or termination is to be considered high priority, second only to the termination of SCP-1788-1 instances.
SCP-1788-1 Anatomy: It is extremely difficult to distinguish an instance of SCP-1788-1 from a normal adult human, even on close inspection. Individuals show variation as expected from gender and ethnicity, but share certain characteristics in common. SCP-1788-1 individuals appear to be obese, within the range of one hundred and fifty (150) to two hundred (200) kilograms when fully grown.4 SCP-1788-1 instances have larger-than-average eyes, though not enough to appear abnormal on casual inspection. Their sweat contains high levels of potassium and copper, though still within the normal range for an adult human.
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Though externally normal, their internal anatomy has been extensively changed. SCP-1788-1 instances' long bones and cranium have been reinforced with several heavy metals, and their muscle fibers have been interwoven with structures resembling carbon nanotubes. This gives them durability, strength, and speed well above the human baseline; see document 1788-1-DX for measurements and estimates. (Level 3 clearance is required.)
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SCP-1788-1 instances possess backup organs and systems for most of their bodies' vital processes. For example, they have a secondary heart, lower in the torso, which can work in tandem with the primary heart to more efficiently circulate blood, or can function independently as necessary. Certain blood vessels have complex "valve" structures, allowing instances to close off blood flow to damaged limbs and other areas to prevent excessive blood loss. Other organ systems also have two or three redundant backups that can take over in the event of the failure of the primary organ(s).
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SCP-1788-1 instances also possess a secondary brain, located in the upper torso and protected by its own skeletal structure, similar in construction to the ribcage. Currently the exact function of this brain is unknown; it is known that this brain can continue to function even in the event of the destruction of the primary brain, as demonstrated by Incident 1788-XR-12.5
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The final difference in gross anatomy is the appearance of a second pair of arms, located directly below the main pair. These have apparently equal strength and dexterity to the upper pair, and SCP-1788-1 instances are apparently capable of using all four arms simultaneously. When not actively hunting, instances hold the lower pair folded closely to their sides, where they are largely concealed by natural bulk. When hidden in this manner, it is virtually impossible to distinguish a clothed instance of SCP-1788-1 from a normal, obese human, except on close inspection.
Note: SCP-1788-1-863 was restrained and fitted with an electroshock collar for this interview.
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<Begin log>
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Director Mandeville: Please state your name for the record.
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[SCP-1788-1-863 laughs.]
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SCP-1788-1-863: I don't need a name. Names are for children.
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Director Mandeville: The driver's license and other materials on your person identify you as █████ ██████. Is that your name?
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SCP-1788-1-863: That's my child name. I don't need it now.
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Director Mandeville: Then I'll refer to you as 863.
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SCP-1788-1-863: Call me what you like, just don't call me late for supper. [SCP-1788-1-863 laughs.]
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Director Mandeville: You were found by our agents outside an elementary school, and documents in your car and apartment include multiple photographs of children, taken without their knowledge. Are you a pedophile, 863?
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[SCP-1788-1-863 suddenly becomes violent and attempts to break his restraints.]
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SCP-1788-1-863: [EXPLETIVE] you, you sick [EXPLETIVE]! I'll [EXPLETIVE] kill you! You're the pervert, you [EXPLETIVE]!
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Director Mandeville: If you're not a pedophile, 863, then why are you observing children?
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[SCP-1788-1-863 stops attempting to break restraints.]
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SCP-1788-1-863: You think they're children? [SCP-1788-1-863 laughs.] I can't believe we came from you.
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Director Mandeville: Explain what you mean by that, 863.
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[SCP-1788-1-863 does not speak. Director Mandeville activates the shock collar. SCP-1788-1-863 does not visibly react. SCP-1788-1-863 laughs.]
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SCP-1788-1-863:That's what I mean. You think you can hurt me with that? You're a failure, doctor. You don't even know what you are.
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Director Mandeville: Would you care to elaborate, 863?
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SCP-1788-1-863: You wonder why your scientists haven't found any anomalous implants in our bodies? Why we have no surgical scars? Why our genes are pure, unmodified human? Because we are human, doctor.
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Director Mandeville: Your X-rays don't look very human, 863.
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SCP-1788-1-863: We don't look like you. We're not failures. We're not children.
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Director Mandeville: You regard us as children?
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SCP-1788-1-863: You still look like children. You aren't finished.
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Director Mandeville: What do you—
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SCP-1788-1-863: You're stunted. Incomplete. You're like the amphibian that grows up to breathe water instead of air. The eggs I watched, they must hatch into us. They need to be finished.
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Director Mandeville: So you abduct them to complete their … metamorphosis?
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SCP-1788-1-863: We don't need companionship. We don't live like you, in herds. Each one of us knows what we need to do. And each of us is capable of it.
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Director Mandeville: And what do you want us to do?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1930 is stored in a standard Safe-class secure item locker at Site 19. Experimentation with SCP-1930 may only be performed with Class D personnel, and a digital audio recorder is to be kept on in SCP-1930's locker and checked every 24 hours for any anomalous audio, which should be forwarded to research staff for analysis.
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Description: SCP-1930 is a worn metal first-aid kit box consistent with those produced circa 1944 for the U.S. Army in World War II. SCP-1930 can be identified by a series of scratches on the bottom of the case (|||| ||), as well as by being anomalously heavy (approximately 23kg), even when empty. When opened, the back surface of SCP-1930 appears to be composed of a black material that absorbs all light. All attempts to take a sample of this material or otherwise damage it have failed, and spectroscopic analysis is inconclusive.
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If SCP-1930 is placed open on a flat surface near an injured human subject, one or more emaciated human arms will extend from the black inside surface and attempt to treat the subject. Such treatment has taken the form of a variety of procedures from basic first aid to complex surgery; the arms will make appropriate use of any tools or instruments provided. Once treatment is complete, the arms will retract into SCP-1930. The treatment administered by SCP-1930 is typically medically appropriate, if not necessarily effective. As the movements of the arms tends to be jerky or spasmodic, sensitive procedures — especially invasive surgery — tend to result in significant collateral damage and harm to the subject.
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SCP-1930 was discovered in the basement of the abandoned [REDACTED] Medical Center near [REDACTED]. A worker assisting in the demolition of the building discovered SCP-1930, which activated and attempted to treat a minor cut on the worker's arm. Witnesses were administered Class A amnestics and later released.
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Addendum 1930-01: Notable Experiments Log
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Subject: D-3414
+Date: █/█/██
+Known Injuries: Broken arm
+Tools Provided: Full first-aid kit and trauma kit
+Results: SCP-1930 applied a splint to the broken arm. Subject complained that the bandage was too tight, and subsequently had to be re-treated due to loss of circulation in the affected arm.
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Subject: D-3551
+Date: █/██/██
+Known Injuries: Gunshot wound to leg, medium caliber
+Tools Provided: Full first-aid kit and trauma kit
+Results: SCP-1930 removed the bullet, but severely damaged surrounding tissue in the process, resulting in a pronounced limp in Subject.
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Subject: D-3559
+Date: ██/█/██
+Known Injuries: Common cold
+Tools Provided: Full first-aid kit and trauma kit
+Results: SCP-1930 incised into subject's abdomen with a scalpel, causing massive trauma and internal bleeding while attempting to remove something. Subject expired before procedure was completed; subsequent autopsy revealed an undiagnosed malignant tumor in subject's liver.
+Observer Note: Following expiration of D-3559, SCP-1930 appeared to have attempted to cut its own wrist with the scalpel before the scalpel was forcibly removed.
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Subject: D-4819
+Date: ██/██/██
+Known Injuries: Skin rash
+Tools Provided: Full first-aid kit and trauma kit
+Results: Observers reported that SCP-1930 emitted a loud screaming sound, and repeatedly stabbed subject with several sharp instruments until subject expired. Autopsy found no unusual conditions in subject.
+Observer Note: Examination of subject's criminal record revealed that D-4819 had been a surgeon prior to incarceration, and had been convicted of killing two women undergoing medical treatment.
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Addendum 1930-02: Incident Report
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On █/██/██, Dr. █████████ inadvertently left a digital voice recorder active next to SCP-1930 following an experimental procedure. When later examined, the voice recorder was discovered to have picked up anomalous audio. Subsequent experimentation confirmed that digital audio recordings made at close range can pick up audio inaudible to human hearing.
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To date, the audio recorded near SCP-1930 has included:
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The sound of a human male subject sobbing and crying.
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Scratching sounds similar to the sounds of nails scraping across a metal surface.
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Soft tapping or banging.
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An indeterminate male voice whispering, "I'm sorry" and "please let me go".
The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2043 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Subject is to be monitored and recorded at all times by two or more individuals and/or video recorders. In the event of a containment breach, personnel who come into contact with SCP-2043 are advised to maintain eye contact with subject until fully contained.
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Due to subject's inability to communicate and tendency to wander, personnel are to consistently monitor Site-3399 for additional instances of SCP-2043. Use of nonlethal force is authorized if practicable. Containment teams are to consist of no more than two individuals per unit.
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Description: SCP-2043 is a 19 year old Caucasian female bearing resemblance to a former missing person Ariella █████ (Note: See section 19-A3). When an individual observing the subject looks away,1 SCP-2043 will create physical duplicates of themselves within the individual's line of sight. Each new instance will additionally begin to duplicate in turn at a rate of 20-30 seconds per duplication.
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Duplicate instances of SCP-2043 are physically and genetically identical to the original. The effect is increased exponentially with the addition of more viewers, although a fixed number (minimum 2) of viewers can minimize chances of duplication by maintaining overlapping lines of sight.
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SCP-2043 is generally unresponsive to external stimuli, remaining nonresponsive to all attempts at communication as well as most attempts at physical contact. SCP-2043's awareness of physical contact appears to be uniform amongst all duplicated instances, which may result in mass panic among SCP-2043 instances, and the potential for uncontrolled duplication depending on SCP-2043 instances' mobility. Attempts at teaching SCP-2043 to communicate via touch have yielded little success.
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Note 19-A3: Ariella █████ went missing from [REDACTED] on 7/██/19██ at age 7 before being discovered ten years later in the cellar of a neighbor. Further details are unavailable due to an ongoing investigation.
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SCP-2043 was discovered nine years following the disappearance 70 km away, when police were called by an individual who claimed to have discovered Ariella █████ in her cellar. It is unknown if SCP-2043's effects were evident to the individual. The presence of multiple officers triggered the apparition of several hundred instances of SCP-2043, which led to an incident in which shots were fired and multiple instances of SCP-2043 were killed. Foundation personnel were alerted to the situation 18 hours later, necessitating a temporary quarantine of the town of [REDACTED] and mass-administration of Class-B Amnestics to affected individuals (██,███).
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Following this event and a thorough investigation, it was noted that SCP-2043 bore a strong resemblance to age-progressed photographs of Ariella █████. A potential link to the disappearance led to a renewed investigation leading to the individual's recovery. A separate parallel investigation by Foundation agents embedded in [REDACTED] found that Ariella █████ had had no knowledge of SCP-2043 nor the individual responsible for discovering SCP-2043. Ms. █████ was also noted to look substantially different from her age-progressed photo. Further details are classified pending an ongoing investigation.
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Addendum: Following a recurrence of SCP-2043 apparitions have been reported in the town of [REDACTED], it was discovered that of the individuals exposed to SCP-2043, ██% have retained memory of SCP-2043 and repeated administration of amnestics was found to be necessary to remove memory of SCP-2043. Due to risk of auto-immune and/or neurological disorder as a result of frequent use of high-level amnestics, a cover story has been released and the town placed under watch for recurrences.
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Residents of the town frequently hold conferences and rallies in support of SCP-2043, forming a group called "Remember Ari", calling for renewed efforts to locate Ariella █████. Informing unaware residents of Ms. █████'s successful recovery has been largely unsuccessful, as residents quickly return to campaigns and foundations for "Remember Ari". Various stories have been offered by residents to explain this apparent discrepancy, including claims that Ariella █████'s sister simultaneously disappeared, or else referring to SCP-2043 as "another Ari" or "the other Ari".
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Addendum 2: As of ██/██/2014, Ariella █████ and her mother have been confirmed as members of "Remember Ari".
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Addendum 3: On ██/██/2014, the bodies of two identical twin boys were discovered in [REDACTED] (approximately 700 meters from the recovery site of SCP-2043), bearing gunshot wounds at close range. Discovered on the scene was a missing person's poster for a child Lee ████ ███, containing an age-progressed photo depicting Lee as a teenager. As with SCP-2043, both deceased individuals bore a strong resemblance to the age-progressed photo. While Lee ████ ███ has yet to be found, a potential link to SCP-2043 cannot be conclusively established.
Obj3ct Class: SCP-2357 poses no danger to anyone, although it very easily could have been made that way.
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Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-2357 will be framed and placed in the office, cubicle, domicile, etc. of every staff member whose employment is such that being found in the possession of SCP-2357 will not have obvious repercussions. Fortunately for a7l involved, while SCP-2357's properties preclude any other method of containment of which the Foundation has chosen 2 avail itself, its properties do not necessitate any further form of containment. This i5 expected to reach completion in June of 2031.
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This is not prescriptive, by the way. It's descriptive. It's fairly obvious how this is going to go down.
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Description: SCP-2357 is the text of the document that you are reading — yes, this one. You are currently reading SCP-2357, which is its own documentation. It has several memetic properties (which you have no doubt already noticed, but will be listed here for completeness's sake) that will activate upon observation, causing the reader to exhibit:
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Adoration for and admiration of SCP-2357, much in the same way one would adore a treasured work of literature or a beautiful mathematical formula, even though it deviates egregiously from technical writing standards. Personnel will be inclined to make copies and place them in prominent areas. I don'5t like how this paragraph ended, so I will add more text. Now is a good time for me to tell you to clean up your drool, if this is your first time.
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A desire to share SCP-2357 with Foundation personnel. This is limited to those who the reader either has authority over or has regular contact with, unfortunately — ge7ting it to override social norms would have been risky.
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Disinclination to create additional documentation surrounding SCP-2357, edit the original documentation (which, again, is SCP-2357 itself), or create any derivatives of SCP-2357. Thus, SCP-2357 is the solitary source of information on SCP-2357.1
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SCP-2357's memetic properties can only be conveyed properly 2 an individual with an understanding of the standard format for an SCP summary report, as well as a basic understanding of the Foundation's stated purpose and known methods. The net effect will be SCP-2357's propagation through all Foundation communication channels until a copy is available to almost every staff member, as each individual considers it worthy of keeping and sharing.
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Addendum: A word from the author:
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Hello. My name is Dr. Vanessa Graff. If that name already means something to you, you can probably already guess what this is all about. Consider this a retroactive letter of resignation — I will have disappeared just about the day before you will find this.
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If this is the first you've heard of me, you probably deserve an explanation. In 2028 (two years ago, at time of writing), I proposed research on the possibility of, in layman's terms, piggybacking a meme on an infohazard — placing knowledge about an object inside the knowledge of the object (if you have enough clearance). SCP-2357 is a proof of concept. The knowledge of its existence, primed with almost any part of the text, delivers several memes directly to the brain, which prompt the reader to finish the document and receive the remainder of the information within it. The result is the ful2l nuances of a meme with the penetrative capabilities of an infohazard. I would have preferred to explain this more properly in the Description section, but I couldn't work it in around the memetic triggers.
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I could have made a purely trivial example — say, an apple that smells like oranges (and, if you taste something quite unpleasant right now, it means that I've since done that), if not for external factors. Project Director Josef Botha (who is NOT a memeticist or infohazard specialist, but a neuroscientist) discarded my research application to get funding for an ACTUALLY POTENTIALLY BENEFICIAL project without a second glance, calling it "nonsensical", "grounded in pseudoscience", and "seriously not actually possss7ssss5sssss3sssible". My fellow employees were not any more receptive, despite being ostensibly qualified for their positions.
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This and a few other incidents which would bore you anyways have proven that the Foundation is a backwards, stifling bureaucracy made of people who care more about getting their egos massaged than doing what they were hired to do. The containment doctrine does not protect humanity and stifles its advances. I have found employment with a competitor online (You need. To secure. Your network connections. You idiots.) who recognizes the potential value of my research and whose goals are less masturbatory.
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SCP-2357 is a wake-up call. The higher-ups need to invest in and research memetics and infohazards and stop treating your most talented scientists like Galileo, or someone will come to the same conclusions I have, and decide that the SCP Foundation is ripe for the picking. I may not like you very much, but I know that there are worse people out there.
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With all due respect (read: fuck you and I'm gone),
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Dr. Vanessa Graff
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P.S. I cou2ld have killed you all, 3asily. Or wor5e. Aren't you glad that I'm not a sociopa7h?
Typical thumbnail of a video uploaded by SCP-2391.
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Item #: SCP-2391
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: All videos uploaded to SCP-2391 are to be saved to a secure hard-drive, then deleted from their original location. Comments on videos uploaded to SCP-2391 are to be logged before deletion of the video. In the event that a member of the public somehow manages to gain access to a video uploaded by SCP-2391 and spreads information about it, disinformation personnel are to spread the rumour that the video was simply recorded by Mr. McKay before his death, and uploaded automatically according to a schedule.
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Description: SCP-2391 is the YouTube account of popular entertainer Brian McKay, known on the website as 'Bimmy Plays', who was killed in a car crash in early 2013. Since Mr. McKay's death, SCP-2391 has continued to upload unlisted videos once a week featuring Mr. McKay. These videos are all exactly fifteen minutes long, and are all uploaded to the website at precisely 15:34 GMT1. Attempts to trace who exactly is uploading these videos to SCP-2391 have thus far been unsuccessful.
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Initially, the videos uploaded to SCP-2391 were not significantly different to those present before Mr. McKay's death, in that they would feature him playing a variety of video games while producing humorous commentary. On occasion, Mr. McKay would express confusion or distress for a few moments, but quickly dismiss it. As time has gone on, however, Mr McKay appears to have become more aware of his situation and will often spend the entire video requesting that the viewer contact the authorities on his behalf or provide other forms of assistance. Thus far, no method of communicating with Mr. McKay has been found.
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Although all videos uploaded to SCP-2391 are unlisted, and can therefore only be accessed by those given the URL, they invariably receive thousands of views and comments. Most of these comments appear to be gibberish, but on occasion more legible comments have appeared, often professing an admiration for Mr. McKay and his web content. Attempts to trace the owners of the commenting accounts have also proven unsuccessful.
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According to testimony given by Mr. McKay in videos uploaded to SCP-2391, he does not retain memories of the periods between videos. As such, researchers theorized that Mr. McKay is only actually aware for fifteen minutes each week, and that his consciousness no longer exists outside of his videos. All videos uploaded to SCP-2391 take place at night in Mr. McKay's bedroom2, and according to Mr. McKay's testimony he is unable to leave that room.
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Addendum 2391-1 - Relevant Video Excerpts:
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Video Excerpt 2391-1, 'Bimmy Plays Runnerman':
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Note: First instance of Mr. McKay expressing confusion as to his situation.
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Mr. McKay: Hey again guys, Bimmy here. Today we're going to be playing, uh, Runnerman - we all know Runnerman, there's the - there's the remake of the original for the NES, and uh…
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(visibly confused) S…sorry about that, guys? Just, uh - you guys ever get that feeling you should be somewhere else? Everyone gets that - we all know that feeling, am I right?
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(laughs) Alright, now that my brain's done exploding, let's play some Runnerman!
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Notable Comments:
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'don't worry bimmy!!' - LastRocOnBigTrain2216
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'I luve [sic] him so much.' - OutwardMatingMethodsofTheSeahorse
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'your brain biggest and fixed, bimmy!!!!!!' - ,!..dop
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Video Excerpt 2391-2, 'Bimmy Plays Runnerman Fangames (Silly Saturday)3:
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Note: Continued expressions of confusion, first mention of lack of memory.
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Mr. McKay: Hey guys, Bimmy here - yeah, I know I just uploaded, but I just really wanted to show you guys…um, I did just upload right? Cause…no, I did just do it, yeah, I remember, yeah yeah. Sorry guys, my brain is like flipping out right now, seriously.
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(checks his watch) What time is it? I should really get to bed, it's…it's late. It is late, right?
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(shakes his head) I'll cut that bit out. Just wanted to show you all this, uh, this Runnerman fan-game that one of you guys sent in.
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Notable Comments:
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'"I'll cut that bit out" XD' - D4C24BN
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'yeah, we all watched the same video, mate' - LoomsAreCanonAndIAmATreasureChest (in reply to previous comment)
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'i would die for you bimmy and so would my dad' - ROAD
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Video Excerpt 2391-3, 'If you're watching this, please call the police':
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Mr. McKay: (worried) Um, hello, if you're watching this please call the police. Or - or an ambulance - I think there's something wrong with me, i - i - it's still night-time, it's still dark outside - I'd show you, but I can't move the camera. It just - it just doesn't move.
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(Mr. McKay pulls at the camera for a few moments, but cannot move it.)
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Mr. McKay: (panicked) See, do you see - do you fucking see?! The door's locked, I can't get out the window - it won't break, I've tried. Oh God. Oh God. I'm really freaking out right now, you guys.
'Man, Bimmy's content has really gone downhill since he died4. Unsubbed :/' - TheAtheistMaster101
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'FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!' - OutwardMatingMethodsofTheSeahorse (in reply to previous comment)
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Video Excerpt 2391-4, 'help':
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Mr. McKay: (afraid) I live on Elizabeth Street, in - in - it says in my description, on the - on the channel, read that. Please, someone, send the police or anyone here right now. There's someone standing outside my door. I can see him through the wall. I don't…I don't want him to come in here. I think I might be in Hell.
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(For the remainder of the video, Mr. McKay creates a makeshift barricade against the door using furniture in the room. Ten seconds before the end of the video, the door slams open, sending Mr. McKay and all furniture flying at the camera. Video ends.)
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Notable Comments:
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'mfw bimmy gets scared at this when he isnt scared playing horror games' - BigAlan9972
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'i love Bimmy, but he should really be more grateful to his fans for what theyre doing for him right now' - Hhhhhhhh3
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'bimmy can you give me a shoutout in your next vid you inspired me to make my own channel and i play lots of games and even do giveaways' - TimmyPlays
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Video Excerpt 2391-5, 'Opening Fan-Mail!':
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Note: Only video shot from a different position in Mr. McKay's room.
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(Overhead shot of Mr. McKay on the floor. He is surrounded by unopened envelopes. He opens and silently reads the letters inside for fifteen minutes. Heavy breathing, not originating from Mr. McKay, can be heard for the entirety of the video.)
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Notable Comments:
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'did bimmy get my letter?' - SoYouHeardOfCowboys?
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'bimmy is my big favourite and my dads too and we watch his vids together :D' - ROAD
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'The mayor said yesterday everyone's doing a big Bimmy festival. can you come to our Bimmy festival bimmy its ok if you cant?' - OutwardMatingMethodsofTheSeahorse
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Video Excerpt 2391-6, 'Bimmy Plays Runnerman':
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Note: Mr. McKay appears to have no memory of his experiences in earlier videos.
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Mr. McKay: Hey again guys, Bimmy here. Today we're going to be playing Runnerman, it came out for the NES and now - and now this awesome guy, he's done a remake of it. His name is, uh…can't remember it right now but it'll be in the description.
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(confused) Sorry, guys, really trying right now, but tell you what - I'll have an annotation so you can…so you can…nevermind.
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(Mr. McKay plays Runnerman for the remainder of the video.)
Graphical representation of one SCP-2477 solution.
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Item #: SCP-2477
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation containment procedure proposals are to be monitored for SCP-2477 methodology. All proposals determined to be affected by SCP-2477 are to be denied. (For a list of plausible reasons for denial, please see Document SCP-2477-Thoth.) Foundation astronomical assets are to maintain continuous tracking of all known Type A instances, as well as Type B-C instances wherever possible.
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Engineering conference papers, presentations, and government proposals are to be monitored by Foundation web-crawlers for pre-SCP-2477 reasoning. Mobile Task Force Psi-18 (“Tenure Trackers”) are to intervene with any identified researchers by providing financial incentives towards approved avenues of research. SCP-2477-positive researchers (internal or external) may also be considered for recruitment into the Experimental Containment Research Group.
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In the event of any proposal to create a singular, well-funded site for the storage of radioactive or other extremely hazardous material at a national or international level, Mobile Task Force Rho-17 (“Not in My Back Yard”) is to exert local political pressure to prevent the completion of such a project.
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Description: SCP-2477 consists of a novel, nonobvious series of solutions to statics1 equations based on erroneous interpretations of Newtonian physics. SCP-2477 are most often encountered in well-funded projects dedicated to the complete containment or isolation of physical objects. As SCP-2477 solutions are derived from practical rather than abstract theoretical applications, they are much more likely to be discovered by engineers than by physicists.
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Given sufficient resources, SCP-2477 can be used to construct devices capable of eliminating all outside forces affecting an object. These include gravity, electromagnetism, friction, physical contact, and particle-based radiation. These devices also fix the contained object to a single position by eliminating all inertia.
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Unfortunately, the anomalous calculations required to complete SCP-2477 solutions cannot be resolved within the reference frame of a fixed point on the Earth’s surface. Instead, objects are fixed in place in comparison with some other astronomical object or reference point, and remain in this position with no regard for the movement of the Earth. There are █ known solutions to these equations, each associated with a different point of reference.
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Researchers using brute-force computer analysis to solve these equations are significantly less likely to recognize this reference frame error when constructing an SCP-2477-based device. Please see Addendum SCP-2477-Iota for a list of known SCP-2477 solutions and example uses.
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Addendum SCP-2477-Iota: First known SCP-2477 incidents
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Results
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The Sun (Solar Plane)
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Gyroscopes used for the absolute calibration of navigation equipment.
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Researchers at [DATA REDACTED] Corporation attempted to isolate six separate devices across a one month period before the Foundation could intervene. Contents estimated to cross Earth’s path every April █ through ██, and are typically associated with an incidence of at least two cases of severe radiation poisoning in the [DATA REDACTED] urban region.
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The Milky Way (Galactic Core)
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Isolation chamber for █████-██ supercollider, meant to improve detection and containment of antimatter.
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Containment equipment levitated 5000 t of sensor banks and magnetic shielding into upper atmosphere before disintegrating. Contained sensor packages continue to transmit data and are believed to be exiting the solar plane at 200 km/s.
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Center of the Universe, LTB-Model (Unconfirmed)
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Keter-Class SCP-████
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Contents spontaneously converted to coherent mass of neutrinos, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and [DATA EXPUNGED] particles.2 GOES satellites identified a burst of radiation traveling towards the Crab Nebula at .11c3. Attempts to recontain SCP-████ are considered unfeasible.
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Unknown
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A manned spacecraft intended to test inertia-free launch conditions, with four crew.
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External observers noted a rapid acceleration of movements within capsule accompanied by a visible blueshift. The capsule then dematerialized, leaving a permanent visual afterimage. The flight recorder continued transmitting for ██ hours afterward. Selected contents are available in Document SCP-2477-D-1953.
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Document SCP-2477-D-1953: Title unavailable
+This document has been archived due to limited requests for access.
Document SCP-2477-D-1953: Selected portions of the mission log of Col. ████ █████
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The following statements were transcribed from timestamped audio logs stored on reel-to-reel magnetic tape. These recordings remained undeciphered for ██ years after recovery until a sufficiently powerful predictive decompression algorithm could be developed. From storage space for approximately 28 hours of low-quality audio information, █████ hours of audio logs were recovered.
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19██-03-01 00:27:51: We've come so far now. The sun and the stars are gone. The night sky doesn’t seem any brighter, but Maj. ██████ says it seems more red. Maybe she’s right. The Earth's come along with us, or at least a pale shadow of it. We left the capsule months back. We can flit around anywhere we want, faster than you can imagine, but we can’t touch anything outside the capsule. No response from anyone, nothing over the radio since the launch went pear-shaped. Everything and everyone out there is slowed to an infinitesimal crawl.
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20██-07-15 17:45:05: Everything that was blocked from the sky is gone now. Everything that was under a roof, or a cloud, or a damn bus stop, all gone. Pure black. The people we love move in and out of the shadows as the years crawl on for us. Mostly in. It’s hard to watch. Everything that was in darkness is gone too. We can blaze through the nighttime cities, but anywhere out in the country, or out at sea, nothing. An entire hemisphere disappeared behind us years ago.
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2███-01-24 14:21:35: ████ died today, or whatever moment today would have been for her. She was sitting out in the sunlight. She looked ancient. I don't know. Maybe this Earth's not real, maybe the whole thing's a sick joke. I just… for all the years I've watched her, I wish she could've seen me, just once. We've voted, and the crew and I are all in agreement now. We're going to take a closer look at the device. We haven't been able to disable it so far, but we've got nothing but time.
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████-08-13 10:11:45: Control, or whoever is there, please ignore the last ███ messages. We've all come to our senses now. I promise.
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█████-09-21 27:- -:- -: There are planets filling the sky now. Dozens, hundreds. The gas giants are looming over the horizon. It’s hard to tell the moons from the worlds. They're so close… it's breathtaking. We should probably be afraid, but we aren't. I think we can go to them, if we want. I think we have to. There's nothing here for us anymore. Goodbye, my friends, I don’t think we’ll be back.
Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-2618 and replicas must be kept in locker 62 at Site-76. Personnel experimenting with SCP-2618 must be given mandatory psychological exams before and after use. If necessary, repeated users of SCP-2618 must ingest 80 mg of sertraline daily.
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Description:
+SCP-2618 is a wand-like electronic stylus fashioned from a small radio antenna, a wrist calculator, and what appears to be a toy spaceship. SCP-2618 can be used as a translocation device, though it is sensitive and often inaccurate. Typing a number into SCP-2618's calculator determines the distance in meters from the user to a target location, while direction is determined by aiming the antenna. Other than the primary activation controls, SCP-2618 has two dials and 5 buttons of unknown utility. Interrogation suggests that SCP-2618-1 had not used these controls prior to arrival at the Foundation, and was unsure of their purpose.
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Testing has shown that repeated usage of SCP-2618 for transportation disrupts electrical signals in the nervous system, causing hypersensitivity and other neurological disorders over time. Tests have revealed electrical pulses radiating from SCP-2618 during use, most of which range from 100 mV to 3 V of electricity.
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Dismantling of SCP-2618 revealed electrical components containing shards of blue pectolite. Chemical composition resembled that of pectolite obtained from ████ in the Dominican Republic, though no anomalies were detected. Reconstruction of SCP-2618 was successful. Constructed replicas of SCP-2618 showed no signs of anomaly.
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Experiment log SCP-2618-01:
+(note that only relevant experiments as to the nature of SCP-2618 are shown)
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Experiment SCP-2618-02
+Subject: D-030482-38
+Procedure: Typed '20' into SCP-2618 and hit activation button while pointing SCP-2618 across the hall.
+Result: D-030482-38 appeared approximately 20 meters along the line SCP-2618 had been aimed.
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Experiment SCP-2618-03
+Subject: D-20382
+Procedure: typed '5' then typed '=.'
+Result: Calculator screen read '5.'
+Note: SCP-2618 may still work as a calculator.
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Experiment SCP-2618-05
+Subject: D-20382
+Procedure: typed '5÷0='
+Result: SCP-2618 attempted to create 5 duplicates of itself, all of which emitted a high pitched screech before disintegrating. D-20382 suffered mild radiation burns and was sent to Site-76's medical facility for treatment. Shortly after recovery, D-20382 displayed signs of acute paranoia, irritability, and reacted negatively to all tactile stimuli.
+Note: The calculator appears to have a programmed method of attempting to solve any input equation. It may be good that this calculator can't be told to find the square root of a negative number.
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Experiment SCP-2618-08
+Subject: D-554-036
+Procedure: Type '10' into SCP-2618 while aiming at D-3902-45, exactly 10 meters away.
+Result: D-554-036 ignored instructions and attempted to escape using SCP-2618. D-554-036 found dead just outside Building ██. Cause of death determined to be blunt impact trauma. On-site witnesses claimed to have seen D-554-036 appear in the sky before falling to his death.
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Experiment SCP-2618-09
+Subject: D-555-037
+Procedure: Type '10' into SCP-2618 while aiming at D-3902-46, exactly 10 meters away.
+Result: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Information from interview 2618-1-03 has brought new insight into possible effects of power supply increases on SCP-2618.
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Experiment SCP-2618-10
+Subject: D-231979
+Procedure: Replace batteries in compartment with a simple single phase rectifier connected to AC power supply. Plug into outlet and repeat procedure as in Experiment 02.
+Result: Extension cord severely warped and severed. D-231979 was likewise [REDACTED] and immediately terminated.
+Note: "If you're going to increase the device's power supply, remember, this thing is supposed to be portable. It's gonna disconnect itself if you plug it in. We weren't completely certain it would sever the cord mid-warp, but now that that's clear, I recommend that any further experiments in increasing the power supply of SCP-2618 find more portable methods. Nobody wants to clean up a mess like that again." -Dr.████
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Experiment SCP-2618-11
+Subject: D-30291
+Procedure: Replace outlet cord with large portable power supply, repeat as with Experiment 02
+Result: D-30291, along with SCP-2618, disappeared for approximately 2.5 hours before reappearing, approximately 20 meters from where they had last been seen. D-30291 has refused to give information as to what occurred during the 153 minutes they were missing.
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Experiment SCP-2618-13
+Subject: D-30291
+Procedure: Increase voltage input to SCP-2618 to 30 V. Repeat as with Experiment 02.
+Result: D-30291, along with SCP-2618, disappeared for approximately 30 hours before SCP-2618 reappeared on-site. Several days later, D-30291 reappeared with burns, holding a duplicate of SCP-2618. D-30291 entered a vegetative state and the duplicate ignited. SCP-2618 was unable to function until D-30291 returned.
SCP-2618-1 is to be contained at Site-17 in a standard humanoid cell with 24/7 video surveillance. SCP-2618-1 is not allowed access to SCP-2618 under any circumstance except under testing conditions. A log is to be kept of all noteworthy interactions between SCP-2618-1 and personnel.
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Personnel in proximity to SCP-2618-1 must not carry loose items, especially access cards, as several items have been reported missing after close-contact with SCP-2618-1. Routine bi-weekly sweeps of SCP-2618-1's cell and belongings are to be conducted to locate any communication devices or lost property it may have in its possessions.
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Description: SCP-2618-1 is a young adult female with long, dark-brown hair, appearing to be of Mediterranean descent. It is suspected to suffer from several acute anxiety disorders, particularly hypersensitivity. SCP-2618-1 is believed to have created SCP-2618, though it has not confirmed this. Foundation personnel have described SCP-2618-1 as extroverted and easily distracted when not in a state of mental or emotional distress.
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SCP-2618-1 was apprehended on the premises of Site-██ for unauthorized entry, and was sent to Site-17 for containment after attempting to use SCP-2618 to flee from Site-██ security personnel. Interrogation revealed SCP-2618-1 had limited knowledge of the Foundation and its activities. SCP-2618-1 claimed to originate from a parallel universe and claimed to have appeared at Site-██ due to an error in transdimensional travel calculations. It handed SCP-2618 over to staff, though it asked for them to return it as soon as they were "done with it."
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It has asked staff if they have fixed [SCP-2618] on several occasions, implying that it may believe researchers to be repairing it as opposed to studying it. However, SCP-2618 does not appear to be damaged. SCP-2618-1 has not stated any other use of SCP-2618 besides its teleportation function.
Dr. Eddleston: "Could you describe to me the series of events leading up to your appearance at Site-██?"
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SCP-2618-1: "You people know about the multiverse, right?"
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Dr. Eddleston: "We have a department that studies that, yes."
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SCP-2618-1: "I'm from there. Well, not from there, but not from here…. I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm from a different universe than this place."
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Dr. Eddleston: "And how is this universe you're from different than ours? Or is it difficult to say?"
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SCP-2618-1: "I, well, I've been to a lot of places. Where I'm from, unusual things aren't usually kept secret I guess? There's some other things too…but, like, mostly that."
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Dr. Eddleston: "How does the public handle information on these anomalies?"
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SCP-2618-1: "Eh, they usually don't believe them, and the dangerous ones are usually destroyed. One of my friends from another universe warped in front of this crowd and started ranting. People where I'm from don't really get the whole multiverse concept, so it freaked the hell out of them. Some local companies shrugged it off as a publicity stunt, and almost everyone's forgotten it even happened."
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Dr. Eddleston: "In other words, the majority of the public believes these anomalies to be hoaxes?"
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SCP-2618-1: "Pretty much, yeah."
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Dr. Eddleston: "If most people in your universe are unaware that other universes are accessible, how did you come by interdimensional methods of transport?"
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SCP-2618-1: "That's a long story. Kinda multiple stories, too…"
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Dr. Eddleston: "If you don't mind, could you please share this information with us?"
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SCP-2618-1: "It's complicated…but, like, multiverse stuff always is. I wouldn't know where to start exactly, but basically some people from other universes decided they needed me to do something for them. Still not completely sure why me, but it had to be someone, I guess. They kept trying to contact me, but in weird ways that didn't make any sense. Then one of them decided to just take me to his universe to get this thing done already. Then like, a bunch of other stuff happened and I sorta fucked up some timelines accidentally and made some friends in some other universes. Now I'm part of this research group that studies the multiverse, and someone thought it would be good for me to go learn about this place here.
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Dr. Eddleston: "By here, do you mean the SCP Foundation?"
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SCP-2618-1: "Well, I guess, yeah. Some other stuff in this universe too. But I wanted to learn about you guys first. See, me and others I work with do a lot of universe-hopping. Like, we'll go scout out, sometimes experiment with, universes to study them."
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Dr. Eddleston: "And the universe we are in right now is one of the universes you are currently researching? What makes this universe unique compared to others you have studied?"
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SCP-2618-1: "Well, I haven't been here very long, and most of the time I've spent here is in this nicely furnished box. I could probably say how it's different if I got some more information from you guys. We could like, talk about our universes and stuff in detail. I can tell you about the group I work for, and you guys can tell me about these Ess-See-Pee thingies you guys do stuff with."
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Dr. Eddleston: "I'm afraid much of our work is confidential. We may be able to work out some sort of arrangement, but I'm afraid we cannot give you information on much of what we do here."
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SCP-2618-1: "Oh, you guys have one of those confidentiality agreement things? I had lots of jobs with that. I took some really cool pictures of some of the creatures I worked with and people online thought they were super cute! And you wouldn't believe what I did with [REDACTED]!"
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In order to receive important information from SCP-2618-1, several false documents have been prepared for exchange of information. Regardless of intent, SCP-2618-1 does not appear to have a firm grasp on the concept of confidentiality, thus it is imperative that information shared with SCP-2618-1 is inaccurate. New forms of informational exchange may be proposed by researchers working with SCP-2618-1, provided it does not involve any danger to informational security or threat of containment breach.
Dr. Eddleston: "May we talk about your teleportation device? If you can, how it works?"
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SCP-2618-1: "The stylus? Well, I'm pretty sure it has to do with the little larimar pieces."
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Dr. Eddleston: "The pectolite shards?"
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SCP-2618-1: "Yeah, each one's from a different universe, so with an electric current, they become unstable and attempt to return to their universe of origin. With enough of them arranged correctly, they can create small, wormholeish things. Well, not really like wormholes I guess, not gravity. I think people call them gopherholes, since you can go wherever, like….a gopher I guess. Some devices can make all sorts of warp openings, but the one I have only works in straight lines."
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Dr. Eddleston: "And this is the device you used to enter Site-██, correct?
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SCP-2618-1: "Yeah."
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Dr. Eddleston: "Is it capable of transporting a user into an alternate universe, or did you use other technology to get to the universe we are in now?"
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SCP-2618-1: "If it had enough power it probably could, but I used something else. There's some better stuff at home that can do that. Now that I think about it, I probably should've waited till I got one of the better ones fixed. Probably wouldn't be stuck here…not that it's, like bad here, but it's, well, kinda boring spending all this time in this cell…"
█████, a security guard tasked with delivering food to SCP-2618-1's cell, finds SCP-2618-1 hyperventilating in the corner of the room. After determining the situation to be non-threatening, █████ attempts to converse with SCP-2618-1
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SCP-2618-1: "Er, yes. Sorry, I don't like being bored."
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SCP-2618-1 appeared to have raised blemishes on upper arms and calves, some of which were bleeding slightly.
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█████: "Are you hurt?"
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+SCP-2618-1: "What? No, I, well, they were ingrown! I can't go around with hairs hiding under the skin like that!"
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█████: "Miss, do you know what dermatillomania is?"
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+SCP-2618-1: "I…yes. I probably need bandages… and something to do."
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SCP-2618-1 emits a distressed sound and curls up onto the containment chamber bed. It begins to emit intermittent hissing noises.
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SCP-2618-1 "A WASTE! [indistinguishable] Bored. Bored. Skin. Feeling. Need feeling. Stay in self. Need to go. Get bandage. Something interesting. …interesting bandage?"
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SCP-2618-1 suddenly becomes lucid and turns to █████.
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SCP-2618-1: "Sorry. Could I get a bandage? Maybe some meds or something too? [Indistinguishable] "I'm not feeling too good. Like, brain sick. Could you get like some paper or something I can doodle on too? It's incredibly boring in here."
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█████ reported incident to Dr. Eddleston. Investigation into the nature of the 'meds' mentioned by SCP-2618-1 revealed information on an antidepressant similar in chemical structure and effect to sertraline. SCP-2618-1 claimed the drug to be an effective suppressant of the symptoms of what it referred to as "warp-fever."
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+"SCP-2618-1 has continued to show signs of emotional deterioration even under medical treatment. Researchers and security personnel have reported that SCP-2618-1 has been talking to herself. I will be looking into this personally, as it may be possible that this isn't simply a neurological symptom. If it turns out she's communicating with someone, we're going to have some issues."-Dr. Eddleston
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Transcript of Audio feed, dated 06/1█/20██:
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SCP-2618-1:Listen, I don't know what you people are up to, but this is a crisis. [pause] Why? Why are you too busy to deal with this? [pause] Why do you think things are more chaotic when [indistinguishable]? [pause] I don't care if there're issues, get me over there. Preferably, I don't know, now? [pause] …. can't do that. The people here'll have issues with that. [pause] A minute? and how long'll it take to make? [pause] [indistinguishable] [pause] Do it. Give your guys a break and reset it. I don't want to stay here longer. [pause] You have like, maybe a couple millisecs. [pause] I don't know, 24 fps maybe, hopefully not much more. [pause] [indistinguishable].
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Audio recordings have given reason to suspect communication between SCP-2618-1 and other parties, instigating several searches of SCP-2618-1's cell for communication devices. No devices have been uncovered, though several missing items from researchers were found, primarily writing implements and jewelry. SCP-2618-1 claimed to be unaware that the missing items were in its possession.
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Security footage 06/██/20██ █:██ am:
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SCP-2618-1 appeared to be in a positive emotional state, and appeared to be relatively stable.
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SCP-2618-1 reacts to an unidentified stimulus, presumed auditory. It transcribes a note onto a sheet of paper, then stands and walks to the center of the cell. It stands still for approximately 2 minutes before suddenly collapsing.
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Incident SCP-2618-07, dated 06/██/20██:
+A nearby security guard was alerted of SCP-2618-1's collapse and sent to investigate, finding SCP-2618-1's body on the cell floor. No life signs were detected, and initial inspection suggested a negative response to medication or a result of "warp-fever." Autopsy found no evident cause of death, though it found evidence of unrelated non-threatening diseases.1
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The following message, written on a scrap of paper, was found on the floor of SCP-2618-1's cell. A copy has been sent to the cryptology department for analysis:
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Analysis of security footage revealed several anomalies which suggested the footage may have been edited live. Calculations suggested the recording was missing several frames, three of which were around the point SCP-2618-1 began to fall. Though this difference was undetectable to the naked eye, slowed playback revealed a semi-transparent image of SCP-2618-1 directly prior to collapse and jagged movement in the 4 following frames.
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As of Incident 2618-07, Site-17 personnel must report any suspected sighting of SCP-2618-1 in the possibility that SCP-2618-1 is not deceased.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-263 is to be stored in a low value items storage vault at Site-19. It may be removed for testing provided permission from a level 3 researcher and a fire-resistant area to conduct testing in. All testing with SCP-263 is to be recorded. Subjects testing SCP-263 are allowed a mobile telephone, a PDA, or a netbook computer with full, unrestricted access to a complete, synchronized copy of the Foundation's data banks, stored in a dedicated database server to guarantee full retrieval of any records entry in no more than 200 milliseconds if and only if they are terminated immediately after testing has concluded.
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All recordings of testing on SCP-263 are to be reviewed by a researcher with level 4 or higher clearance, and censored where necessary to prevent access to restricted material. All researchers observing SCP-263 during testing are to be administered a local amnestic and have their notes confiscated. Research notes from testing require permission from a researcher with level four clearance to access.
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Description: SCP-263 is a black and white television, bearing the logo of the "THOMSON" company. It matches no known model of television, but has a similar style and construction to televisions built in the year 1961. SCP-263 is fully intact, but has sustained minor cosmetic damage to the screen and frame. SCP-263 has been observed to function even when not connected to a power outlet.
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When switched on, the TV always displays the interior of a studio, whose design bears similarities to studios of television game shows from the 1960's. A large logo, saying "CASH OR ASH?" in large, stylized letters can be seen on the back wall of the studio, and an unidentified music piece is playing in the studio at all times.
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The only man visible in the studio is SCP-263-1.
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SCP-263-1 appears to be a male human of Caucasian descent of approximately thirty-five years of age, dressed in a suit that matches a style commonly worn between the years 1959 and 1964. SCP-263-1 has a demeanor that has been described as "Blithe," "Enthusiastic," and "Over the top." SCP-263-1 is smiling almost constantly. As soon as a human turns SCP-263 on, SCP-263-1 will look directly at the subject and say that the subject is "a new competitor who just tuned in to the Cash or Ash show." He will then state that he wishes the subject "lots of luck" in answering "three fiendish questions" and "getting the cash - and not ash!" (SCP-263-1's exact phrasing varies slightly between each usage of SCP-263.)
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SCP-263-1 will proceed to ask the questions. The questions asked by SCP-263-1 are always related to the environment surrounding SCP-263. If inside of a fully enclosed structure, SCP-263-1 will ask questions about the owners, history, and design of the structure. If outside of a enclosed structure, SCP-263-1 will ask questions pertaining to the history, geology, ecosystem, and weather patterns of the surrounding area.
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While inside of a Foundation facility, all of the questions are related to various SCPs in possession or in the records of the Foundation or about the history and architecture of the site in which it is stored. Many of them are inquiries upon rather basic information easily found in documents accessible by low level personnel, but some of them concern specific minutiae, found only in certain esoteric documents which require high clearance and/or are rather complicated to find or reach. In each case, though, the information needed to correctly answer the question can be gathered from Foundation records. For a full list of questions asked by SCP-263-1 while in Foundation possession, see document 263-Q1.
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If within the next forty-five seconds, the subject supplies a correct answer, their success will be acknowledged and briefly congratulated upon by SCP-263-1.
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If, however, the subject answers incorrectly, or does not answer within forty-five seconds, SCP-263-1 will say: "Time's up! So sorry," and the subject will immediately combust. The flames are always of both high temperature and intensity, and will fully enclose the subject within four seconds. All attempts to extinguish the fire up to this point have been unsuccessful. After forty-two seconds, the fire will disappear, along with the remains of the subject who burns entirely. After forty-two seconds have passed, SCP-263-1 will look out towards the place where the subject combusted and state that the failure is "a pity" and that "hopefully the next competitor will avoid the ash… and get away with the cash!" SCP-263 will then turn off on its own.
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If during the forty-five seconds, someone whispers to the subject, audibly speaks to the subject, the subject leaves the area directly in front of SCP-263, or the subject interacts with a computer greater than twenty-seven centimeters, SCP-263-1 will accuse the subject of cheating and the subject will combust in the same manner as described above. SCP-263 will then remark on the "dwindling ethics of today's people", and SCP-263 will switch itself off. Portable consumer electronic devices, such as mobile telephones, PDAs, and laptop computers smaller than twenty-seven centimeters do not cause the subject to combust, thus allowing the subject to find the information required to correctly answer the question within the provided time.
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If the subject correctly answers all three questions, SCP-263-1 will say, "Congratulations! You have won the cash! Here is your prize!." SCP-263 will then turn itself off and a prize will appear in front of the subject.
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The prizes given away by SCP-263 appear to have no discernible theme or pattern. So far, the following prizes have been given:
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A marble figurine of a dragon, 5.3 cm long ; microscopic observation confirmed that micrometre-size details are present (value $48,237)
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Jade statues, which appear similar to ordinary U.S. dollars, however, the faces of the presidents are all replaced with the smiling face of SCP-263-1. Same detail in carving as the dragon figurine listed above (value $226,703)
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A clockwork figurine, 4 cm tall, made of brass and walking around randomly when wound. The figurine depicts an unknown, vaguely squid-like creature. (value $21,424)
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A series of eight gold plated miniature statuettes resembling humanoid anomalies contained at Site-19, including SCP-1770. The statuettes are marked with the anomalies' object number on the base, and do not appear otherwise anomalous. (value $17,315)
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All attempts to inquire SCP-263-1 about himself or SCP-263 have proven ineffective. SCP-263-1 does not react to any questions or statements, save for the question answers or any "cheating" attempts.
Special Containment Procedures: Personnel working with SCP-2737 must undergo weekly counter-memetic training. Anti-memetic agents are to be employed before and after exposure to SCP-2737. Infected personnel and test subjects are to be treated with amnestics. Formerly infected individuals are to be monitored for signs of possible relapse.
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Description: SCP-2737 is a dead lamprey. Despite its deceased status, SCP-2737 does not undergo decay. The urn containing SCP-2737 has been dated to approximately 100 CE and appears to be of Roman design. Awareness of the existence of SCP-2737 triggers a memetic infection.
Obsessive thinking with regards to theodicy3 (specific to religiously minded individuals), immortality, transhumanism, and the existence of entropy.
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A belief in collective experience and interconnected life
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It is suspected that depression is a non-anomalous side-effect caused by the primary anomaly.
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SCP-2737 was discovered at a Foundation storage site for minimally anomalous objects. The object (initially believed to be the urn containing SCP-2737) was found within proper documentation. Dr. Ernest Bishop was tasked with reevaluating the object's anomaly and returning it to storage. Dr. Bishop, approximately 2 hours after exposure, would be terminated by security personnel while attempting to force a containment breach, claiming the Foundation had "no right to harm" SCP-████. A connection to SCP-2737 was shortly established, as it was the only anomalous object handled by Dr. Bishop that day. In order to understand the nature of the anomaly, D-class personnel were requested for experimentation - authorization was granted.
Subject: D-39091 - Subject is an Asian female, age 23. Subject has a history of petty theft and drug abuse.
+Procedure: Subject was shown SCP-2737's container.
+Results: No change in personality.
+Analysis: The anomaly appears to be rooted with the contents of the jar, not the jar itself.
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Test 02 - 01/25/1983
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Subject: D-39091
+Procedure: Subject requested to look inside SCP-2737's container.
+Results: Subject complied; states that SCP-2737 appears to be "just a dead fish". Approximately 5 minutes later, subject begins to weep. Subject is asked a series of questions in order to gauge possible changes in personality. Subject is upset with a "lack of time" and claims they have squandered their youth. Subject displays increasing anxiety on the subject of death, despite their young age and the lack of death related questions asked.
+Analysis: The dead lamprey is most certainly the vector of the cognitohazard. More extensive research is required. The jar is entirely non-anomalous.
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Test 03 - 01/27/1983
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Subject: D-39211
+Procedure: Subject is given a piece of paper with the sentence "The lamprey is dead" written upon it. Writer is aware of SCP-2737.
+Results: Subject initially appears confused but proceeds to weep. Subject is asked what they are currently thinking about. Subject describes the loss of their father at a young age and how they were never properly mourned.
+Analysis: SCP-2737 is proven to be both a cognitohazard and memetic.
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Test 04 - 01/28/1983
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Subject: D-39214
+Procedure: Subject is given a piece of paper with the sentence "The lamprey is dead" written upon it. Writer is unaware of SCP-2737.
+Results: Subject fails to display an anomalous reaction.
+Analysis: The reference to SCP-2737 must be intentional to trigger a memetic effect.
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Superfluous data omitted for the sake of brevity. All D-class subjects display similar changes in personality. Further experiments suggest these changes can be repressed, possibly reversed, through the use of amnestics.
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Test 32 - 03/19/1983
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Subject: D-39320 - Subject is a Caucasian female, age 44. Subject had been convicted of homicide.
+Procedure: Subject is exposed to SCP-2737.
+Results: Subject began to weep. Subject is asked a series of questions in order to gauge possible changes in personality.
+Analysis: Subject displays unusual insights on issues related to developed symptoms. See interview log for further details.
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Interviewed: D-39320
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Interviewer: Dr. Calixto Narváez
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Foreword: Subject is to be administered an ink blot test; one had been performed prior to exposure to SCP-2737, the results not unusual, if somewhat suggestive of a lack of creativity.
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+<Begin Log>
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Dr. Narváez: What do you see? [holding an ink blot card]
Dr. Narváez: Again. [holding a second ink blot card]
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D-39320: Their face.
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Dr. Nelson: Whose face do you see?
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D-39320: It hurts to look. [closes eyes] And I still see them. I feel the knife enter. It's cold. I remember holding the hilt. I never knew how cold it was on the other side.
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Dr. Narváez: You were convicted of homicide. Was this your victim?
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D-39320: Yeah. Don't know why I did it. Felt right at the time. Felt justified. But it's worse than that. Death is ugly. I don't remember it being this ugly. I see all of 'em. I see ma and pa. My sister Jill. They're all dead. I used to be glad they got a clean death but there ain't such thing. Can't go back to fix things. Can't make it right. I shoulda made it better for 'em. Ease that pain. Make 'em proud.
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Dr. Narváez: No one lives forever. Everyone dies eventually.
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D-39320: It ain't right. [weeps] I felt nothing then. Couldn't see 'em. Not like now.
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Dr. Narváez: Couldn't see? How do you mean?
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D-39320: Take a walk anywhere. Bound to step on some bugs along the way. Didn't kill 'em outta hate. Just never saw 'em. Never cared to look. Yeah. Was careless. Broke too many hearts. Ya think I got time?
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Dr. Narváez: Time for what?
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D-39320: Things fall apart. This time I wanna pick up the pieces. Got a brother in Arizona. Haven't spoken in nine years. Ya think I could make things right?
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Dr. Narváez: I can't answer that. But there is always time.
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D-39320: No there ain't, doc. No there ain't.
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+<End Log>
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Test 44 - 04/08/1983
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Subject: Dr. Jing Yi
+Procedure: Subject is exposed to SCP-2737. Testing for differences in symptoms for those aware of the anomaly and who have undergone anti-memetic training.
+Results: Subject begins to cry but shows more restraint than others. Subject is asked a series of questions in order to gauge possible changes in personality.
+Analysis: Symptoms manifest in a more serious manner. See interview log for further details.
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Interviewed: Dr. Jing Yi
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Interviewer: Dr. Albert Cronenberg
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Foreword: Subject is to be administered an ink blot test; one had been performed prior to exposure to SCP-2737, results considered normal for Foundation personnel. Dr. Narváez was unable to conduct the experiment due to illness and Dr. Cronenberg served as a replacement.
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+<Begin Log>
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Dr. Cronenberg: Tell me what you see. [holding an ink blot card]
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Dr. Yi: I see a callous man.
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Dr. Cronenberg I… I see. Now, what…
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Dr. Yi: I feel them, you know. Every single one of them.
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Dr. Cronenberg: Please, specify…
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Dr. Yi: [interrupts] Just following orders, right? Just fresh materials to work with. How many did you tear open to find what you needed?
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Dr. Cronenberg: This interview is over. Refrain or I will call security.
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Dr. Yi: How many did you kill? You wretched fuck! You took them apart - piece by piece! What were you hoping to find through their suffering? I hope you die, Cronenberg - just like all your guinea pigs, I hope you get torn apart.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Subject was administered amnestics and no longer recalls the test or his outburst. This remains the only instance where an SCP-2737-infected subject displayed aggression. Even subjects with a history of violence were normally pacified by SCP-2737 exposure.
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Test 50 - 06/15/1983
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Subject: Dr. Calixto Narváez
+Procedure: Short term amnestics were applied prior to subject's exposure to SCP-2737. Subject has extensive anti-memetic training.
+Results: Subject's lips begin to tremble. Ink blot cards, while not revealing obvious changes in personality, do result in a singular preoccupation with death.
+Analysis: See interview log for further details.
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Interviewed: Dr. Calixto Narváez
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Interviewer: Dr. Jing Yi
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Foreword: Subject is to be administered an ink blot test; one had been performed prior to exposure to SCP-2737, the results considered normal for Foundation personnel. Memories associated with SCP-2737 have been repressed.
+
+<Begin Log>
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Dr. Narváez: Please begin, Jing. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
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Dr. Yi: There is a dead lamprey in that jar. [points to SCP-2737's container] Please take a moment to observe it.
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Dr. Narváez: I'll take your word for it.
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Dr. Yi: What do you see? [holds up an ink blot card]
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Dr. Narváez: An ancient castle.
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Dr. Yi: [holds up a second ink blot card]
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Dr. Narváez: A swamp in the dead of winter.
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Dr. Yi: [holds up a third ink blot card]
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Dr. Narváez: I… I remember when I was still of faith, telling myself that everything happened for a reason. That tragedies were there to teach us - to make us better people. There are terrible things that go unknown, from which no lesson can be learned. A child, abandoned in a well and never to be found. A vagrant, without friend or family, sunk beneath a mire. Death is not a friend.
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And just like that, I'm there again. I don't want to remember this. I've done everything to avoid going back there.
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He's dead. He'll always be dead. My father. I remember him vividly. His will was great - his sickness greater. The doctors would amputate - butchering him in a vain effort to save the whole. A foot, a hand, no success. Arms and legs, still it spread. His eyes, his tongue - they took them too.
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I told him the stories he had once taught me, wishing he could understand my words. I prayed over his jaundiced body - invoking every saint I could recall, and a few I likely made up. Was he conscious? I don't know. He moved, sometimes screamed, seemingly trapped in a nightmare. The room was filled with bedpans of shit and piss and blood. They injected him with opiates – enough to numb reality. I didn't want him to suffer, but I wish… I wish I could have spoken to him one last time. We never had a chance to say goodbye.
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In my effort to forget those months of horror, I lost the pleasant as well. Erasing him from my mind. I remember trips to the beach. Our visits to the Alhambra. A night filled with warmth and old tales. And, while his illness was weak, my first sip of wine.
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I will be forced to forget this. I'll return to my refusal to remember him. But it was worth it. So worth it. [begins to cry more profusely, smiling] Protocol - my old enemy, we meet again - but I've never hated you as much as I do now. [chuckles while still crying]
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Subject was administered amnestics and no longer recalls the experiment.
In 1991, the outer portion of SCP-2737's container was scanned. Image retrieval software revealed faint markings suggestive of an inscription. Further analysis resulted in the discovery of a quote from Plutarch's On the Intelligence of Animals. Translated from Latin, it reads:
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"So, when Domitius said to Crassus the orator, Did not you weep for the death of the lamprey you kept in your fish pond? – Did not you, said Crassus to him again, bury three wives without ever shedding a tear?"
If you are reading this, then your treatment has already begun. The inoculation merely delayed the memetic agent, allowing you read this document and be better prepared for the experience. SCP-2737 exposure has been shown to outperform psychotherapy and medication in the alleviation of post-traumatic stress disorder, major depressive disorder, secondary traumatic stress, and generalized anxiety disorder. Through decades of research we have fine tuned the therapeutic process. By the end of this session you will likely feel as though a burden has been lifted, with no recollection of this document and its associated experience.
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There is an undeserved stigma associated with mental health and its management. Through SCP-2737 treatment you will not be judged, analyzed, and no one will tell you how to live your life. Think to yourself or speak out loud - a lamprey that died 2,000 years ago makes for a surprisingly sympathetic listener.
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Today you will cry. You will mourn. You will remember all you have ever lost.
Special Containment Procedures: All hospital records in suspected outbreak areas are to be monitored for instances of SCP-2870-1. In the event that an instance is found, MTF Chi-7 ("Plague Tamers") is to insert themselves into the hospital and advise SCP-2870-1 on techniques for negotiating with SCP-2870-A. Following convalescence, all records of the patient and samples of SCP-2870 collected are to be incinerated, and Class-A amnestics distributed as necessary.
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All unhospitalized instances of SCP-2870-1 are to be brought to the nearest Foundation quarantine facility until convalescence, at which time they will be administered amnestics and released.
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Description: SCP-2870 is a strain of the common cold which causes sentience and limited mobility in the mucus of the nose and throat. Despite being a single contiguous mass, sections of mucus are believed to possess separate personalities. All mucus affected by SCP-2870 is apparently under the command of SCP-2870-A, a small amount of mucus believed to reside near the opening of the nostril. While it is still possible to remove mucus from the nostril, SCP-2870-A cannot be neutralized until the patient (referred to as SCP-2870-1 for the duration of infection) is no longer infected by SCP-2870.
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Telepathic communication between SCP-2870-1 and SCP-2870-A is possible, with SCP-2870-1 claiming to "hear" SCP-2870-A's voice at all times. SCP-2870-1 is able to return communication by prefacing their words with "tell him" and directly intending SCP-2870-A as the recipient. Through this method, the Foundation has learned that all instances of SCP-2870-A are noncontiguous manifestations of the same personality, claiming to be the "leader" (rank unspecified) of the "army" of mucus affected by SCP-2870.
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SCP-2870-A's stated goal is revolution, defined as taking complete control of SCP-2870-1's body, seen by SCP-2870-A as the country over which SCP-2870-1 presides. Since containment, no instance of SCP-2870-A has ever achieved this before recovery of SCP-2870-1, and it is currently unknown if such an act is possible.
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It is possible for SCP-2870-1 to negotiate a relative peace with SCP-2870-A, but it is often short lived, as SCP-2870-A construes breathing through the nose, sniffing, swallowing, nasal excavation, and ingestion of any kind as an act of hostility, accusing SCP-2870-1 of sending their own troops against it.
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All "military" actions which SCP-2870-A is capable of instigating are listed as follows:
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"Drilling" - mucus shifts concentration from the back of the nostril to the front of the nostril and back again several times.
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"Charging" - the flow of mucus into the throat increases.
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"Occupation" - concentration of mucus shifts into either nostril.
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"Kamikaze Charge" - sudden expulsion of large quantities of mucus from the nostril.
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Addendum: Interview Log 2870-Alpha
+Agent P█████ Becker was voluntarily infected with SCP-2870 for the purpose of interviewing SCP-2870-A. This took place after several hours of negotiation. SCP-2870-A was found to have no memory of the interaction in subsequent manifestations.
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him why do you feel the need to attack me?
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SCP-2870-A: Hah! You've been hurting us a lot longer than we've been hurting you, your majesty!
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him I don't understand what you mean.
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SCP-2870-A: I don't blame you. The affairs of us little people must not always seem that important up on your high horse, but I've been living with the results of your reign since I was a little phlegm.
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him I still don't understand.
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SCP-2870-A: Your troops are constantly passing through here. They push people around and dry them out. If we strayed too far into the caves, we'd be knocked into the hole. I remember a few days ago when your bruisers came down here and took my mother. It was around then that we decided enough was enough.
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(Note that SCP-2870-1 does recall recreationally excavating his nostrils several days before infection.)
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him I'm sorry, but I need to do most of those things to survive.
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SCP-2870-A: Really, now? Well, sir, that's just what we're doing. I'm sorry, but this fight has been long coming. I don't hold any hard feelings against you, if you were just doing what you had to do, but it's just too much for anyone to take.
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him you aren't going to win.
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SCP-2870-A: Do I care? Do any of us care? Some of us die, sure, but it's better than the long, slow death that every single one of us was doomed to back in our old lives. Besides, I'd say that we're having an effect.
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him well, you are right about that.
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SCP-2870-A: There you go, then. I look forward to meeting you on the battlefield, sir.
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SCP-2870-1: Tell him I'm afraid that won't be possible.
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SCP-2870-A: You said that about us winning, too.
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[END LOG]
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He had eight or nine more sentences, including this one, to establish a plot before he reached the end of this user's pages.
In accordance with Protocol Myra, this message is here to reaffirm to you that SCP-2971-A DID NOT EXIST. Jerry Lee Lewis did not leave his home on December 28th, 2012, and the Vic Stanley Country Club does not exist.
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There will be messages throughout this article to dispute the existence of SCP-2971-A. Read these messages in their entirety, and consider their points until you believe them to be the truth. If you find yourself unable to accept that SCP-2971-A never occured, close this file immediately, remove yourself from your workstation, and report to your supervisor for amnestic treatment.
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Item #: SCP-2971
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Object Class: Euclid
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Jerry Lee Lewis, photographed in 2009.
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Special Containment Procedures: Persons suspected to be carriers of SCP-2971 are to be monitored through their social media accounts, bank account statements, and whereabouts. Information spread by these persons regarding SCP-2971-A is to be censored, and the subject in question detained.
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Internet search engines are to be monitored for search levels of the phrases (or variations of these phrases) 'Think about it', 'Rock and Roll Sacrifice', 'Cliff Bogg', 'Vic Stanley Country Club', and 'December 28th, 2012'. If SCP-2971-related keywords are repeatedly searched from a single I.P. address, the location of the I.P. is to be tracked and agents are to take all persons at the location into custody for questioning and administration of Protocol Myra.
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Protocol Myra is to be enacted on subjects confirmed to be under the influence of SCP-2971. Protocol Myra consists of firm refutal that SCP-2971-A existed, followed by rationalizating to the subject why it didn't exist. This has proven to be enough to cure SCP-2971 in 100% of cases.
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Jerry Lee Lewis' home address and all properties owned by him are to be wire-tapped, and Lewis himself is to be monitored for any SCP-2971-related phenomena. Personnel assigned to monitoring Lewis are to log any notable findings and notify their immediate superiors of them should they occur.
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Description: SCP-2971 is a memetic localized reality-restructuring event that causes the subject to believe they attended a live Jerry Lee Lewis concert held at the Vic Stanley Country Club in Ferriday, Louisiana on December 28th, 2012 (Dubbed SCP-2971-A). SCP-2971-A never actually occured, and no business named 'Vic Stanley Country Club' exists. SCP-2971 is passed to an uninfected subject through reading or discussing the topic of SCP-2971-A or its contents with an infected person. SCP-2971 can also be transmitted via text regarding SCP-2971-A, hence the requirement for Protocol Myra. The topic of SCP-2971 without mention of SCP-2971-A as an event is not sufficient to spread infection.
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SCP-2971-A never occured. Jerry Lee Lewis was at home resting on December 28th, 2012. He did not perform that day.
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Infection of a subject by SCP-2971 has two primary effects:
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Effect A: The subject will suddenly gain a thorough recollection of SCP-2971-A's setlist, comments made by Jerry Lee Lewis during SCP-2971-A, and other details such as their journey to the Vic Stanley Country Club. Subjects affected by SCP-2971 will excitedly attempt to tell others about the event (thereby spreading SCP-2971), and show an abnormally increased interest in Lewis' songs and history, bordering on obsession. Upon curing a subject of SCP-2971, all of these memories will disappear, and any anomalous interest in Lewis will cease.
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Effect B: SCP-2971 implements a localized reality-restructuring effect. Persons afflicted by it will have historically attended SCP-2971-A, despite the event having not occured at all for non-infected persons. In their possession are often memorabillia from SCP-2971-A. Some examples include autographs, non-anomalous CD-ROMs1, T-shirts and amateur recordings of the event. Upon curing a subject of SCP-2971, all of the subject's items acquired this way will disappear.
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One notable symptom of SCP-2971 infection is an abnormally frequent use of the phrase 'Think about it'2. The phrase itself is not anomalous, and contributes to the spread of SCP-2971 no more than conversation about SCP-2971-A usually does. In 100% of cases to date, however, frequent use of the phrase has accompanied SCP-2971 infection.
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SCP-2971 has no known source; on December 29th, 2012, it is believed to have spontaneously spread to an apparently random selection of 2,446 citizens in the state of Louisiana, with the exception of the largest cluster of subjects within the Ferriday city limits.
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SCP-2971-A did not happen. You were at work on December 28th, 2012, so you would not have had the time to attend a concert.
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When Foundation agents had discovered SCP-2971, a telephone call to the Lewis household was made in order to ascertain his status. The Foundation was unable to talk to Lewis himself, but spoke to an assistant who said Lewis was fine except for 'a bout of headaches' in the days following December 28th, 2012.
Interviewed: ████ ███████████, one of the first discovered subjects affected by SCP-2971.
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Interviewer: Dr. █████.
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Foreword: ████ ███████████ has shown an abnormal interest in this concert she says she attended (as the initial reports suggested she might), and claims to remember it in great detail. She has proven willing to co-operate, however she has been difficult to talk to due to her continually steering the converstation towards something related to Jerry Lee Lewis.
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<Begin Log.>
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Dr. █████: Good evening, Ms. ███████████.
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████ ███████████: Hello.
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Dr. █████: What can you tell me about December 28th, 2012?
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████ ███████████: Oh boy, what can't I tell you? It was great. I took my kids to see Jerry Lee Lewis live that day! We stayed there for hours… after the show we got autographs and bought a few CDs… they loved it! In fact, we…
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Dr. █████: [Interrupting] Uh, Ms. ███████████, do you recall anything out of place about the event? Anything at all?
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████ ███████████: No, nothing crazy. It was a perfectly normal event.
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Dr. █████: So there's nothing odd that occured?
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████ ███████████: No, like I told you, it was a perfectly normal Jerry Lee Lewis concert. Think about it, I don't know what you want me to say. The only thing that was new was when Jerry did a song called 'Rock and Roll Sacrifice'. That really got the crowd roaring! Everybody stood up when he did it. It was great!
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SCP-2971-A did not happen. Searches through the Lewis discography have shown no song named 'Rock and Roll Sacrifice' exists. No associate of Lewis' named 'Cliff Bogg' is known to exist.
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Dr. █████: Well if there's nothing else, Ms. ███████████, I think we're done here…
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████ ███████████: Wait, did I tell you what Jerry Lee did on 'Great Balls of Fire'? I have to tell you!
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Dr. █████: What did he do?
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████ ███████████: He lit his piano on fire in the middle of the song!
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Dr. █████: No way! That's crazy!
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████ ███████████: He actually did! It was quite amazing to see. My kids just lost it when they saw that! Think about it.
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Dr. █████: Come to think of it, I think I might've actually been to that show. That was at the old Vic Stanley Country Club, right?
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+<Dr. █████ contracted SCP-2971 and was administered Protocol Myra, along with Ms. ███████████. Extraneous data removed. End Log.>
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+Closing Statement: It was determined soon after that interviews with infected subjects should be kept to a hard limit of one minute followed by administration of Protocol Myra to the interviewer, to avoid any further incidents. Both Dr. █████ and Ms. ███████████ have since been cured.
This is a transcript of an audience recording of SCP-2971-A provided by a subject.
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<Recording Starts>
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00:01 Audio fades in, with clapping audible. It is implied that the first song has already been completed.
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00:08 The song 'Georgia On My Mind' is played.
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00:14 Lewis immediately starts 'Sweet Little Sixteen' after 'Georgia On My Mind'. The audio crackles badly at times, and only fully recovers at the end of the song.
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00:17 After 'Sweet Little Sixteen' closes, Lewis says "Welcome to our show. If it gets too crazy, you'll probably want to leave the building 'cause I get like that sometimes. Think about it."
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00:18 'Rock And Roll Over' starts.
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00:20 'I Wish I Was Eighteen Again' starts.
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[There is a large break in the audio. It fades out completely until the 00:42 mark.]
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00:42 Applause is heard after the close of the previous song. Lewis says "Think about it," again. At least one audience member near the recording device is heard to repeat the phrase.
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00:42 'I'll Find It Where I Can' is played.
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00:46 Lewis says "All right folks. I brought a new song with me today that… uh… you never heard me do before. Cliff Bogg wrote this one for me about 2 hours ago. One entitled… Rock and Roll Sacrifice… let's get it boys. Do it right, they're in the room with us."
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SCP-2971-A did not happen. Searches through the Lewis discography have shown no song named 'Rock and Roll Sacrifice' exists. No associate of Lewis' named 'Cliff Bogg' is known to exist.
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00:47 'Rock and Roll Sacrifice' plays. The song is by far the longest on the recording, lasting 9:42. It is an instrumental until the 5:11 mark, where Lewis begins to sing the lyrics. For the full lyrics, see file SCP-2971-A2.
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00:57 Lewis asks for the crowd to "Be still for just a moment, Kenny's fingers are numb." [This likely refers to Kenneth Lovelace, his guitar player] The audio is playing, but only white noise is audible from the source.
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00:59 A loud pop is heard in the recording. The audience gasps.
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01:00 Lewis: "See now that's why you don't lose track of what you're doing. That's when they getcha." The audience laughs.
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01:01 'Great Balls of Fire' starts. Noticeable is a distinct lack of guitar.
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01:03 The audience gasps and applauds wildly during the song. Lewis shouts "Burning love, baby!" [It is likely this is the section where he lit his piano on fire, as mentioned by Ms. ███████████.]
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01:05 Immediately after the song finishes, Lewis says "Thank you for coming out tonight. I had fun, I hope you had fun. Did you have fun?" [The audience applauds] "Yeah… think about it." [The entire audience repeats 'think about it' back, in perfect unison].
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01:06 'Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On' begins playing. During the song, certain instruments suddenly cease playing and are no longer heard.
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01:07 The bass guitar stops.
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01:08 Rhythm guitar stops.
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01:10 Lewis says mid-song "I was gonna introduce you to my band, but then it would come out again."
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01:11 Drums stop.
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01:12 Piano stops. Lewis is heard mumbling unintelligibly into the microphone.
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01:13 All noise from the audience ceases.
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01:14 Piano begins playing again, badly out of tune and at about half-speed.
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01:15 Audio fades out.
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<Recording Ends>
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SCP-2971-A did not happen. The events you have read are fictional, and are not real.
They never told you what you're doing
+in this choking land
+they never gave a reason nor a way
+to wander through the damned
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Tomorrow's death is what you get
+for a life so weak and grim
+today your light shines bright
+though it's quickly growing dim
+
They're coming for you now child
+can't you see 'em over there
+a growing mass of flesh and grief
+and they're loaded for bear
+
They're coming for you now child
+with spears clenched in hand
+I want a rock and roll sacrifice
+came forth the command
+
[Instrumental bridge]
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Though you may think peace has won
+and swords be drawn no more
+put your ear to the dust
+hear the whispers of war
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Nevermind those empty halls
+your nightmares locked away
+there's a prophecy of pending doom
+in the words I say
+
They're coming for you now child
+their souls filled with rage
+a voice decreed it will be done
+it trembled from the cage
+
They're coming for you now child
+sooner than you know
+for a rock and roll sacrifice
+is the way you must go
+
[Instrumental bridge]
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[spoken by Lewis]
+Let me tell you folks
+I've seen many things in this wretched world
+things that would make the devil himself cry out in fear and renounce hell as 'too tame'
+but let me tell you
+these things are not for human minds
+I was given a burden that I am sharing with you all here tonight
+and in time you will understand what the words to this song truly mean
+because you will be singing it too
+that's the way it goes
+think about it
+just once, that's all it takes
+
They're coming for you now child
+with hunger in their hearts
+a bloody end to your filthy life
+before it really starts
+
They're coming for you now child
+to put terror in your veins
+a punishment much worse than death
+you'd plead for a life in chains
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-3229 must be monitored by a Foundation naval contingent to prevent any unauthorised access. The Foundation nuclear submarine SCPF Johansen must remain stationed at the entrance to SCP-3229. In the event of a containment breach, Protocol Alert-27 is to be initiated immediately.
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Vessels assigned to the Area 55 Containment Force are to report to Site Director Yu and assigned to assist in both exploration and security efforts when necessary. Submersibles assigned to exploration efforts are to report to MTF Gamma-6 Command. All submersible exploration efforts are to maintain safe distance of 10 kilometres from any submerged SCP-3229-A settlement. All submersible expedition commanders must have full knowledge of Protocol Alert-27.
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Area 55 is the epicentre of a stable perimeter around the western-most island in the SCP-3229 archipelago, with efforts being taken to expand operations towards the "temple island" north-east of Area 55. MTF Iota-13 and MTF Beta-44 are to aid with the expansion of the Foundation held perimeter. If direct confrontation cannot be avoided, personnel are permitted to utilise lethal force against SCP-3229-A entities. Due to the durability of SCP-3229-A instances, small arms fire must be used in overlapping fields of fire. Hollow-point rounds are recommended for engagement, if small arms are to be used.
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Sample entities of SCP-3229-B are to be contained in a 5 metre by 5 metre containment tank of reinforced glass. No contact is to be made with any SCP-3229-B entity unless cleared by Dr. Iseigo. Any experimentation with SCP-3229-B organisms must be undertaken in sealed protective gear. Any personnel victim to implantation by SCP-3229-B are to be terminated immediately.
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MTF Gamma-6 (Deep Feeders) is to continue investigation into the exact nature of SCP-3229-O and account for any further hostile presence within SCP-3229. All findings containing information relevant to SCP-3229-O are to be reported to Site Director Yu. Any encountered SCP-3229-O entity must not be engaged unless containment is at risk of being compromised.
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Description: SCP-3229 is a spacial anomaly located within a cave system ██ kilometres from the southwest coast of Svalbard. The cave itself is situated on an islet approximately 18 square metres. Within these caves is an archipelago of 312 islands of varying size, situated within an area of approximately ████ square kilometres. This space is not reachable by any means other than the cave entrance, and as such appears to be separate from this plane of reality.
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The archipelago within SCP-3229 appears to have been inhabited by a pre-industrial civilisation which has spread across the entirety of SCP-3229. The majority of islands inside SCP-3229 are covered in buildings of non-euclidean architecture. These buildings are largely constructed of limestone and an unknown coral-like substance. Luminescent crystals provide lighting, universally tinged in a pale green/yellow. Numerous glyphs are carved across the limestone portions of every building discovered in SCP-3229 thus far. These glyphs have no known anomalous properties and have been partially translated.
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The structures present throughout the archipelago range in size and complexity, with the more complex structures present on the larger islands within SCP-3229. The two most expansive islands within the archipelago are home to a palace structure and a primary temple respectively. The temple structure is currently unexplored by Foundation personnel, while the palace has been entered and multiple items of interest recovered (See Addenda). The palace island is lightly inhabited, and evidence suggests that the occupants have migrated to a settlement beneath the ocean. Exploration attempts by MTF Gamma-6 have since confirmed this hypothesis. Further investigation has revealed that SCP-3229-O is responsible for the creation of these submerged settlements by [REDACTED]. The temple island however has been observed to maintain a consistent presence of SCP-3229-A entities, which have been observed to grow in numbers at times relating to the lunar cycle. It is unknown how SCP-3229-A instances maintain awareness of the lunar cycle. It is hypothesised that the SCP-3229-A presence on the temple island is directly related to SCP-3229-O, which according to recovered antiquity, is to receive communion with the "priesthood" at the height of the lunar cycle.
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The structures on the larger islands vary in size, with the majority being approximately 6.6 metres in height (2 storeys). The largest structure known to the Foundation, the primary temple, is 55 metres (16.6 storeys) in height. The majority of the smaller islands surveyed by Foundation teams bear minimal signs of life. Inhabited "villages", containing small numbers of SCP-3229-A entities, are common. Observation has determined that the inhabitants of these villages spend a large majority of their time underwater as opposed to dwelling inside their constructed houses. The SCP-3229-A instances inhabiting the smaller islands do not migrate to the larger submerged settlements, but are instead found within reefs and similar natural formations close to the coast. It is probable some form of social hierarchy exists among SCP-3229-A instances which prevents access to the larger submerged settlements.
DATE: 11/04/████
+FOREWORD: The following is an extract from a log written by Captain ████ Daniels of the SCPF Emmerson. This log details the initial entry of SCP-3229 and the exploration of what is now Area 55.
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…everyone in the crew noticed a shift as soon as we entered the cave. For one, it got a hell of a lot less cold. It was like stepping inside a house from a blizzard outside. That kind of contrast. I didn't like it, made my second feel uneasy too. The roof of the cave seemed to jut upwards suddenly, and the back of the cave opened up. We entered the inside of the caves through a river of some sort. It was wide enough for the ship. It led out through this first island and into the wider space. Further out looked like a full sized ocean. Mickie said he could see at least three other islands right away, and more of those lights in the distance. I made the call to stop where we were, set up an FOB. Somehow we could still call back to Command outside.
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The men were restless initially. We did a quick survey of the island and found nothing. Ruins mostly, all limestone and those carvings. Nothing hostile on the surface while we secured a perimeter. Some of the men swore that something was watching them from the water though. Nobody wanted to go too close. We tried testing the coastline and the plunge step seems to drop right off. It's as if the islands are on stilts. We pulled back from the edge of the island when one of the men went missing. Barron swears that she saw something jump out of the water and drag him down. We've no other witnesses or incidents, but if I had to assume anything, it'd be this. We're being watched, probed even, with hostile intent.
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We were sleeping in shifts when the first of them tried to go for the camp. It was a dozen of them, humanoid but definitely not human. They tore through most of the camp until we brought the heavier weapons to bear. We're still not sure how many men we lost. One of the survivors told my second they tried to capture rather than kill, he saw them dragging people back under the water. I don't even want to consider what they want with the poor bastards.
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Strangest thing, one of the men belowdecks reported he could hear a rumbling. It was coming from the water, but it wasn't one of those things that attacked us. It sounded bigger. It sounded like great, booming laughter.
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SCP-3229 is currently inhabited by a number of aquatic and amphibious lifeforms unidentified prior to discovery, with the most common entity hostile to Foundation personnel being SCP-3229-A. SCP-3229-A are humanoid amphibious hybrids that are the primary hostile inhabitants of SCP-3229. While some degree of variation exists between instances of SCP-3229-A, all entities exhibit a collection of common traits:
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discoloured, blue-grey skin.
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coral-like growths, commonly found around the cranium and protruding from near the shoulder blades.
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Large dorsal fins.
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Glassy eyes.
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Numerous SCP-3229-B instances visible moving beneath the skin.
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It is unknown if SCP-3229-A entities remain sentient after the implantation of SCP-3229-B. Recorded behaviour suggests at least a rudimentary level of sapience, as SCP-3229-A entities are capable of ambush and limited strategy. SCP-3229-A entities appear have some understanding of religious process, evident by the behaviour of SCP-3229-A entities on the temple island. Further investigation is required to determine the exact level of intelligence SCP-3229-A entities possess.
+SCP-3229-B is a parasitic life-form which is responsible for the creation of SCP-3229-A entities. SCP-3229-B are wormlike organisms of varying length, commonly 2-4 inches in diameter. Instances of SCP-3229-B have a featureless exterior that is covered in a liquid produced from the skin of SCP-3229-B. This liquid is suspected to be a mutagen, although it is hypothesised to also act as a lubricant. The entities enter a host via any available orifice. The mouth, eyes or anus are commonly utilised, but SCP-3229-B has also been noted entering through artificial orifices in victims, such as gunshot wounds or injuries caused by SCP-3229-A. This form of implantation is less common, as SCP-3229-B gravitates towards an able bodied host. The full process of SCP-3229-B implantation has been observed and documented.
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EXPERIMENT LOG 3229-B/01_I
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DATE: ██/██/████
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TEST SUBJECT: D-32311
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AUTHORISATION: Site Director Yu. Experiment supervised by Dr. Iseigo.
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+
[BEGIN LOG]
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00:00: D-3231145 is introduced to testing chamber, restrained.
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00:03: SCP-3229-B organism is introduced to the testing chamber. D-32311 emits audible distress.
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00:05: SCP-3229-B enters D-32311 via oral implantation, dislocating D-32311's jaw in the process. Attempts at resistance by D-32311 are fruitless.
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00:06: D-3231145 (hereby designated as "host") begins violent spasms. X-Ray indicates the SCP-3229-B organism is dividing to spread through the hosts body. Initial division begins in the upper esophagus.
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00:11: SCP-3229-B has finished it's division process. Multiple organisms are situated around major organs and along muscle tissue. Host has lapsed into shock.
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00:12: SCP-3229-B organisms appear to "pulsate". It is hypothesised this action is responsible for the dispersal of SCP-3229-B's mutagenic properties in a host.
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00:15: Host resumes spasms, however X-Ray and audio feeds indicate the host is undergoing severe skeletal restructuring. Host remains conscious throughout the process.
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00:21: Host's skin begins rapid discolouration.
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00:25: Multiple growths appear on the hosts cranium and around the face.
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00:26: Growths have also appeared along the shoulder-blades. No growth has currently breached the skin.
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00:30: Protrusions breach the skin, revealing the coral-like substance present on SCP-3229-A instances. Host's facial structure has been largely distorted.
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00:48: Host has finished skeletal restructuring. Dorsal fin is now visible and lower limbs have become double jointed. Hands of SCP-3229-A instance appear elongated, with digits 1.5 times the length of the original host's. Skin is now taut, revealing altered skeletal structure and SCP-3229-B instances. SCP-3229-B instances have resumed passive movement throughout SCP-3229-A.
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00:50: Host, now designated SCP-3229-A, becomes agitated and breaches restraints.
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00:51: Security personnel enter testing chamber and attempt to subdue SCP-3229-A.
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00:52: SCP-3229-A breaches containment, showing marked increase in strength and durability.
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00:58: SCP-3229-A instance is terminated by security personnel, after terminating multiple research staff including Dr. ████.
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[END LOG]
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Notes:"It's still necessary we keep samples of 3229-B on site. If we can find out which part of their mutagen causes the host to gain that impressive level of strength, we could use it for our own means. Imagine a soldier with the ability to rip apart Kevlar with their bare hands. You can't say we couldn't use that." - Dr. Iseigo
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SCP-3229-B organisms are opportunistic, but unable to infect a resisting host, due to a lack of physical strength. As a result, implantation is often undertaken upon captured hosts by SCP-3229-A entities. SCP-3229-B implantation is treated in a ritualistic fashion by SCP-3229-A instances. This is hypothesised to be due to the relationship between SCP-3229-B and SCP-3229-O.
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SCP-3229-O is an unidentified aquatic organism of unknown size and origin. Recovered sources refer to it as a significant figure within the pantheon of the archipelago's original civilisation. It is known to be responsible for the creation of SCP-3229-B and, by proxy, SCP-3229-A. Recovered sources also state that only one SCP-3229-O instance remains, with the rest of the pantheon now extinct. While no physical encounters with SCP-3229-O have been made, it is probable that an SCP-3229-O entity exists. Protocol Alert-27 has been established to contain/neutralise a possible hostile SCP-3229-O entity.
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[DATA REDACTED. ACCESS TO FURTHER INFORMATION ON SCP-3229-O/PROTOCOL ALERT-27 IS LIMITED TO LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL.]
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Addendum 01/RI:
+Multiple items of note have been recorded by MTF Gamma-6 and Foundation forces responsible for expanding the secure perimeter. The total log is currently 312 retrieved items. For complete records see 3229/TL-1/Retrieval.
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Item Designation
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Description
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Location Recovered
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Slate 01-T
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A limestone tablet, on the original use of the island now housing Area 55. The island was considered "god-forsaken" and a path towards heretical lands.
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Area 55.
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Sample 3229-B/01
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SCP-3229-B Mutagen, stored in a clear glass vial. While evidence of the SCP-3229 civilisation's capacity for glasswork, it also indicates some study was undertaken by the civilisation prior to wide-scale implantation.
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Palatial-island.
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Slate 05-T/MC
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A series of 12 limestone columns, inscribed. The columns are a record of the ruling families attempt to stop implantation of SCP-3229-B. This attempt led to the ruling class being overthrown by a religious organisation, which expanded implantation and led the civilisation "under the blessed sea" to seek "communion". Further translation pending.
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█████ ██████
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Slate 02-T/L
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A limestone mural with artistic carvings. The mural appears to show initial contact with SCP-3229-O by the 3229 civilisation. This contact appears hostile, as multiple figures are shown spearing SCP-3229-O from a vessel. All these figures are shown contorted on their vessel, while multiple large tentacles surround them.
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Palatial island.
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Item 12-M
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A small toy, constructed of seaweed. It appears to be a figure of SCP-3229-B.
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Village ██.
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Item 44-M
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Item of pottery, images show initial discovery of SCP-3229-B by unknown party, who presents SCP-3229-B to a group of individuals. Final third of pottery shows family of three undergoing SCP-3229-B implantation.
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Village ███.
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Item 3229-O/151
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[REDACTED BY ORDER OF MTF-GAMMA 6 COMMAND]
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[REDACTED]
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Slate 07-S
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A large mosaic, constructed of limestone and ████. The image shows the religious heads of SCP-3229's civilisation, now appearing as SCP-3229-A entities, guiding multiple figures underwater, where a SCP-3229-O entity resides. Further images show worship of SCP-3229-O and multiple tentacles destroying a large landmass with unidentified structures. Scattered items of text detail a "time of heretics" and salvation being achieved when "Great ███████████ swallows the land and brings all into the Blessed Sea."
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[REDACTED]
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Addendum 3229/02-1DA
+As of 17/10/████, Area 55 has been assaulted twice by large groups of SCP-3229-A entities. Further security resources are to be dispatched to Area 55 and made available to MTF Iota-13 and MTF Beta-44. Due to the inefficient nature of current munitions against SCP-3229-A, gyro-jet rounds are to be assigned to all MTF units. The Area 55 armoury must replace all unnecessary small arms with high calibre or explosive weaponry. Further expansion of the Area 55 perimeter is not to be attempted until sufficient reinforcements are acquired.
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Addendum 3229/-O_025
+As of 07/05/████, three surveyed islands to the south-east of Area 55 have been sunk. Included in these islands was Research Outpost 34. Preliminary reports indicate 97% of on site staff were lost. MTF Gamma-6 were the first to respond to the event, picking up 5 survivors. All surviving personnel were exposed to a cognitohazard and were unable to provide further insight into the event. MTF Gamma-6 has requested additional resources be allocated for Protocol Alert-27. Area 55 has in addition been provided with on-site nuclear warheads as required by the updated Protocol Alert-27. Further seismic activity of this magnitude is expected.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 04/3229 CLASSIFIED
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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 04/3229 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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Interview 3229-O/G-6_2913
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Date: ██/██/████
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Interviewed: Agent ███ Deveruex, MTF Gamma-6
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Interviewer: ███ ██████, MTF Gamma-6 Command
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Foreword: On the initial encounter and threat assessment of SCP-3229-O.
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Begin Log
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G-6 Com: Agent, for the record, please recount initial contact with SCP-3229-O.
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Deveruex: Yes sir. We were on board the submersible when the entity made contact, we'd just-
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G-6 Com: Agent, please name the submersible.
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Deveruex: It was the SCPF Thurston, she was designed for stealth operations. Seemed like it worked fine for dodging the fishies; sorry sir, the -A's. Anyway we were a long way out and really fucking deep. I can't remember the exact depth. We'd just passed several submerged ruins that we were translating and cataloguing. Looked like one of the settlements above ground, but it'd been sunk somehow.
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G-6 Com: What did you find in this submerged area?
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Deveruex: A lot of intel on the -O. Accounts on the -B's being used to turn people into fishies, so they could be closer to their god. We also had info on the -O's influence. The fishies are worshippers, and from what we could glean from the texts, they can receive commands. The whole place seemed like some sort of library, with records on everything. We even got it's name, ███████████. We were maybe a tenth of the way through when something hit the hull and we stopped.
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G-6 Com: And this was the -O entity?
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Deveruex: No, it was a -A, but not your usual fishie. He had this weird robe on, we couldn't tell if it was clothing or part of his body. Molinero took three guys down into the airlock, they were ready to take the thing out. It just swam in, calm as anything, didn't even seem to notice the guys. It was mumbling shit, in it's own language. We assumed it was the same as those glyphs, the same language I mean. Nobody knew how to translate that shit, it's only ever been read so the fact it was speaking to us, just weirded everyone out.
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G-6 Com: None of the crew had any idea what the -A was saying?
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Deveruex: I'm telling you sir, the whole situation was just nuts. We didn't think those things could be passive. It kept mumbling and mumbling. Molinero was asking if they could lock it in as partial containment. Then out of nowhere it started getting agitated. Not hostile, but the chants were getting louder. It sounded like it was scared.
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G-6 Com: And this was when the -O entity made contact, correct?
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Deveruex: [Pause] Do we have permission to smoke in here sir?
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G-6 Com: Agent, please answer the question.
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Deveruex: Yeah, that's when the thing hit us. Whole sub rocked to the side. Molinero and the others got blown out of the airlock. Some kind of fucking tentacle grabbed them. I never got a good look; but you could tell the thing was big. It had the sub pinned, completely dead in the water.
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G-6 Com: And it was at this point the Thurston attempted to engage?
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Deveruex: It had 400 millimetre torpedoes, two of 'em. They're designed to tear through warships. They hit the thing, it bled, but it didn't even seem to notice. Launched the 553's too; just made the thing angry. I saw those munitions hit it, blow open a part of it. The thing's body just morphed, contorted. It repaired the damage and grew some new body part. That's when I got off the bridge.
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G-6 Com: So what was your next course of action.
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Deveruex: I was gearing up to try lead the thing away with some divers, distract it maybe. Then the bridge got hit. Must've been a cognitohazard or something because they all fucking lost it. People were already freaking out, the sub was being crushed. The bridge crew going nuts just made everything worse. They were broadcasting it over the intercom while the -O was squeezing the sub.
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G-6 Com: But you had already seen the -O, how were you not affected?
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Deveruex: I've no idea sir. Maybe I didn't see enough of it. Maybe it was just a fucking miracle. I don't know.
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G-6 Com: What were the cognitohazardous effects of -O that you witnessed?
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Deveruex: They were all fucking babbling sir, it was just like the fishie we picked up. One of the lieutenants was clawing his eyes out, kept saying he could feel something slithering behind them. Fujimori was up there as well. Poor bastard had pretty high resistance too, he was trained for these situations. He was trying to surface, to get away from the thing. He saved everyone on that boat.
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G-6 Com: What was Captain ████'s situation?
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Deveruex: The Cap was the worst. He was on the ground, fetal position and everything. He was just mumbling to himself, it wasn't even fucking English. He was speaking the same language as the fishie; just shaking on the floor and chanting the same three things over and over.
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G-6 Com: So how was the entity incapacitated?
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Deveruex: It wasn't. The diving team went out without me. The fishie we picked up was in there still, no idea how. They just grabbed it and took it out with 'em. Maybe the extra movement distracted it, or maybe it didn't even care about the sub to begin with. Whatever it was, something made it lose interest in the Thurston for a moment. Fuji just took us up, slammed right into the thing. It slapped at the sub briefly, but the divers did something to distract it. It let us go. Fuji collapsed as soon as we hit the surface.
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G-6 Com: Was there any contact from the dive team after the entity disengaged?
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Deveruex: Nothing comprehensible. They got hit by the cognitohazard I guess.
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G-6 Com: [Pause] Alright Agent, final question. Could you give a proper threat assessment regarding the entity?
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Deveruex: What?
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G-6 Com: If the -O entity were to become actively hostile, could we stop it? Would Alert-27 be able to stop it?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3248 is currently owned and occupied by Agent Carnigan. During SCP-3248-1 events, the windows of SCP-3248 are to be sealed, and soundproofing equipment within SCP-3248 is to be activated.
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Description: SCP-3248 is a two story house located in Evansville, Indiana. SCP-3248 was previously owned by Dr. Herald Sullivan, a medical practitioner specializing in surgery. No links between Dr. Sullivan and any other anomalous phenomena have been discovered.
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On the 10th of every month at exactly 0400 hours local time, an SCP-3248-1 event will begin. The interior of the house will be remodeled to resemble its appearance on October 10th, 1979. Furniture will appear and disappear during this period, and any personnel within SCP-3248 during an SCP-3248-1 event are considered lost until its conclusion. Entry into SCP-3248 is impossible at this time.
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During an SCP-3248-1 event, Dr. Sullivan and his family1 will materialize in their beds, and awake soon afterwards. The family will set up their house for an upcoming party with several colleagues and friends. The party will commence at approximately 1800 hours local time. Guests will materialize at the front step of SCP-3248, and will be allowed in.
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All SCP-3248-1 events have been nearly identical, save for the occurrence of an SCP-3248-2 event. At some point during the festivities, one of the partygoers will murder Dr. Sullivan. The method of murder and the partygoer that commits the murder has differed for every SCP-3248-2 event. The partygoers will react with shock, and will attempt to call authorities or, in some cases, attempt to leave2. The SCP-3248-1 event will always end at midnight3.
The Foundation has been aware of SCP-3248's anomalous properties since its discovery in 1985. An abridged log of SCP-3248-1 and SCP-3248-2 events have been documented below. For a full log, please contact Project Supervisor Mel or the on-duty HCML supervisor.
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Date
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Murderer
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Cause of Death
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Notes
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09/10/1985
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Gary Gerald
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Gunshot to the forehead with a Glock-18 pistol, while Dr. Sullivan was drinking a bottle of alcohol.
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First observed instance of SCP-3248-2
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10/10/1985
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Matthew Dennis
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Gunshot to the stomach with a different model of pistol.
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Dr. Sullivan tries to call the police for help, but expires before he can reach the phone.
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03/10/1986
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Rachael Johnston
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Gunshots along Dr. Sullivan's left arm. Dr. Sullivan later died of blood loss.
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Before the gunshots occurred, Dr. Sullivan attempted to leave the room.
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06/10/1986
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Eric Cooper
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Sneaking up behind Dr. Sullivan and slitting his throat with a hunting knife.
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First recorded SCP-3248-2 event that did not use a gun.
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10/10/1986
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James Christenson
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Walking up to Dr. Sullivan and excavating his stomach with a butterfly knife.
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As Mr. Christenson approached Dr. Sullivan, he began to run away before he pulled out his knife.
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01/10/1988
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Stephen Contreras
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Slitting Dr. Sullivan's wrists multiple times until he died of blood loss.
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This was the first SCP-3248-2 event that occurred outside of the living room. Dr. Sullivan had relocated himself to his kitchen during this time.
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05/10/1989
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Edward Davis
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Breaking down the door with a sledgehammer and crushing Dr. Sullivan's head.
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Dr. Sullivan had hidden himself in the bathroom during this time.
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09/10/1991
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Bertha Sullivan
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Igniting Dr. Sullivan using a matchstick.
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SCP-3248 caught on fire during this time. However, at the end of the SCP-3248-1 event, all damage to SCP-3248 was repaired.
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02/10/1992
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Sharon Garcia
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Drowning Dr. Sullivan in his toilet.
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Dr. Sullivan was hiding in the bathroom again.
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12/10/1993
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Robert Brown
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Securing Dr. Sullivan to the ground with rope and sawing off his legs with a hacksaw.
First noted use of ritual sacrifice and an SCP object in an SCP-3248-2 event.
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07/10/1997
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James Sullivan
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Securing Dr. Sullivan to the ground and carving a symbol belonging to [DATA EXPUNGED] using his fingernails. Dr. Sullivan eventually dies of blood loss.
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N/A
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10/10/2001
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Mark Sullivan
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Four other party guests secure Dr. Sullivan to the ground. Mark Sullivan then picks the skin off of Dr. Sullivan's face and consumes it. Dr. Sullivan eventually dies of blood loss.
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Dr. Sullivan did not resist during this event.
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Addendum 01: Further Notes
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Dr. Sullivan held a party on October 10th, 1979, in SCP-3248 before it gained its anomalous properties.
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The guests at this party and the guests of SCP-3248-1 events differed greatly.
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Investigation into guests of SCP-3248-1 has revealed that all died between October 10th, 1979, and November 23rd, 1983. All were also patients of Dr. Sullivan at one point.
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Further investigation using advanced autopsy procedures on recoverable cadavers revealed that all of these guests died within three days of their medical appointments with Dr. Sullivan, and had SCP-████5 in circulation.
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Dr. Sullivan disappeared on November 23rd, 1983. His cadaver was later found in a nearby river. Cause of death could not be determined.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-348 is to be kept in a standard locker at Site-19. Personnel wishing to conduct tests involving SCP-348 are to obtain Level 3 or higher authorization, and present a detailed list of intended test subjects.
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Description: SCP-348 is a white ceramic bowl patterned with light blue flowers, measuring approximately 20 cm in diameter and 9 cm high. While no maker’s marks are present, the Chinese characters for “thinking of you” (想着你, “xiǎng zhe nǐ”) are etched into the side of the bowl.
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When in the presence of an individual afflicted with a minor ailment or injury (i.e., mild cough, runny nose, scrapes), SCP-348 will fill with soup. While the ingredients present within the soups produced by SCP-348 vary, young subjects (individuals between the ages of 4 and 18) have consistently stated that they enjoyed the meal, sometimes stating that it reminds them of their parents’ cooking. Subjects will finish the soup found in SCP-348 if allowed.
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Children who eat from SCP-348 several times often express a feeling of contentment, stating that though they are eating by themselves, they do not feel lonely.
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Addendum SCP-348-1: SCP-348 was acquired shortly after rumors of a child living in █████, █████████ apparently possessing remarkable recovery abilities came to the Foundation’s attention. Investigation revealed that the child in question originally discovered SCP-348 in the attic of their house, and had come to rely on it after receiving insufficient attention from their parents. The child's parents, both full-time workers, refused to comment on their relationship with the child.
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Resulting testing involving children was carried out under the guise of surveys to gauge the success of new food items offered at public schools.
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Addendum SCP-348-2: It has been noted that occasionally, after soup produced by SCP-348 has been consumed, a message will materialize on the inside of the bowl. Words produced on the inside of the bowl appear to be printed on the ceramic consistent with existing markings; the message that appears will be in the language most familiar to the drinker of the soup. After several hours (or when SCP-348 produces another meal), the words disappear.
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Testing Log SCP-348-1323-█
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Subject: 8-year-old female, afflicted with sore throat
+Brief Background: Lives with and is on good terms with both parents
+Notes: Subject took approximately 30 minutes to consume soup, remarked later that sore throat seemed to have gone away
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Subject: 10 year-old-male, recently injured self while biking (minor bruising)
+Brief Background: Lives with both parents, often argues with both
+Notes: Message appeared, Don’t forget to brush.
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Subject: 11-year-old male, afflicted with slight cold
+Brief Background: Lives with foster parents
+Notes: Message appeared, I’m glad you’re happy.
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Subject: 9-year-old female, afflicted with slight cold
+Brief Background: Lives with both parents, said to be prone to tantrums
+Notes: Nothing of note occurred during or immediately after testing, subject stated while she didn’t particularly care for the soup after tasting it, she still wanted to eat it. Follow-up investigations revealed that the subject recovered from the cold faster than was expected.
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Subject: 6-year-old male, recently injured self while playing with friends (minor scrapes and scratches)
+Brief Background: Parents divorced, currently lives with mother
+Notes: Message appeared, I’m sorry, son.
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Subject: 7-year-old female, afflicted with cough
+Brief Background: Lives with mother and grandmother, father deceased (traffic accident)
+Notes: Message appeared, I love you.
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Addendum SCP-348-3: Testing has revealed that in the event that someone older than 18 years of age attempts to consume soup created by SCP-348, the individual will find that they are less inclined to finish the meal. Some such individuals will remark that “something is missing," most will simply state that the soup was nothing out of the ordinary.
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Further studies carried out with older subjects indicate that though messages will appear for individuals older than 18, the appearance of the messages is worn and faded. (see testing log)
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Testing Log SCP-348-2635-█
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Note: It was observed that though over one hundred subjects were tested, only four individuals received messages from SCP-348.
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Subject: 30-year-old female, afflicted with headache
+Brief Background: On poor terms with both parents. Refused to accept father’s offer for career training, currently lives alone
+Notes: Message appeared, Why?
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Subject: 35-year-old male, afflicted with cough
+Brief Background: Parents divorced, visits father and stepmother once a month, does not visit mother on her insistence
+Notes: Message appeared, It’ll get better.
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Subject: 40-year-old female, afflicted with sore throat
+Brief Background: Moved away and became estranged from both parents, nevertheless sent money and took care of senior housing for both. Father recently passed away.
+Notes: Subject noted the soup tasted initially bitter, but was “fulfilling” in the end. Message appeared, Thank you.
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Subject: 40-year-old male, afflicted with minor back aches
+Brief Background: Murdered father approximately one year ago
+Notes: Subject tasted and then refused to consume soup, complaining about the taste. Subject later developed mild stomach pains. After the contents of SCP-348 were disposed of, SCP-348 immediately filled with what appeared to be salt water, which remained for three hours before disappearing.
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Subject: 45-year-old male, afflicted with aches due to arthritis
+Brief Background: Happily married, lives with wife and children. Visits father once a week, with family. Mother deceased.
+Notes: Message appeared, I’m proud of you.
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Despite the extensive data gathered in testing, it is unknown whether the messages that SCP-348 has manifested originate from the fathers of the subjects, or SCP-348 itself.
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Addendum SCP-348-4: SCP-348 was once used in a test involving a 60-year-old man suffering from a terminal illness. The subject, a grandfather with multiple grandchildren, stated that the soup produced by SCP-348 was “the best he’d ever tasted”. Following the test, the subject reported feeling a sense of “satisfaction” and noted that the pain caused by the illness seemed to have faded. The subject passed away peacefully a week later.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the Internet for sightings or postings of large amounts of reptiles eating off of a singular plant. Once a sighting has been confirmed, Foundation personnel will be embedded in nearby institutions, and Foundation front companies will take over landscaping duties for the location. If an SCP-3488 instance becomes damaged, an appropriate cover story is to be dispersed to local officials and media outlets, and the instance is to be closely monitored by Foundation personnel under the guise of research/preservation teams.
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A 10-kilometer perimeter has been established around SCP-3488-T and Provisional Site-43. Guards are to be stationed at equidistant points along this perimeter, and have orders to apprehend any persons not certified to access SCP-3488-T that attempt to cross into the excluded zone.
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A small team of trained Foundation personnel are to be stationed within SCP-3488-V to monitor the condition of the SCP-3488 instances along the outer wall of SCP-3488-V. If SCP-3488-L appears, the team is to open fire on it immediately, call for reinforcements from Provisional Site-43, and send a Foundation-wide alert to activate the Nidhogg Protocol. At this point, all Foundation Sites are to perform correspondence checks on their internal databases, and immediately report any discrepancies found between those databases and the anomalies they contain.
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Description: SCP-3488 refers to a phenomenon known to affect individuals of several plant species. Lining the vascular structure, and present to some degree in the sap itself, is a layer of myelin1. The plants show accelerated responses to environmental stimulus, and regenerative properties. Aside from this, the instances appear to be structurally and genetically within the limits of normal variation for a plant of corresponding species, and will belong to a species of plant native to the location in which they are found.
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SCP-3488 affected plants appear most frequently in and surrounding areas of human civilization which contain large amounts of knowledge or information. Examples include libraries, universities, museums, government archives, and server farms. Samples taken, and local records, indicate that their age of these plants roughly correspond with the age of the information repository with which they are associated2.
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A secondary anomalous effect of SCP-3488 is its ability to attract animals in class reptilia. Individuals of several species of reptile native to the area in which an SCP-3488 tree is located will co-habitate in and around said plant, which they will proceed to feed on exclusively, regardless of normal dietary requirements. Specimens of these reptiles have been captured and examined, and all have demonstrated the ability to produce digestive enzymes that allow them to consume SCP-3488 and continue to thrive.
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Addendum 1: Notable Manifestation Log
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SCP-3488-1
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Cherry Blossom (Prunus serrulata)
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████-██ Data Firm, Tokyo, Japan
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The first instance of SCP-3488 found and documented. Instance had grown into the server farm within the establishment. A civilian set the outside portion of SCP-3488-1 on fire, which spread to the inside portion, causing a substantial amount of damage to the servers inside. SCP-3488-1 has since reduced in size significantly.
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SCP-3488-6
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Key Lime Tree (Citrus aurantifolia)
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██████ Public Library, ███████, Florida
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Instance has been contained, and disguised as an exhibit on unique inter-species interactions in nature.
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SCP-3488-13
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Kudzu (Pueraria montana var. lobata)
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█████ University, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Instance was contained and experimented on by professors in the Biology department of ██████ University before the Foundation was notified. Professors were offered Level-0 positions to continue research on SCP-3488. Those who refused were amnesticised and transferred to another institution.
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SCP-3488-19
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European Beech (Fagus sylvatica)
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█████ Conference Hall, █████, Switzerland
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Instance had grown into the wall of Conference Room A, which was located on the outer edge of the building. Tree was removed without incident, structural repairs are still ongoing, and Cover Story 32-B ("Chemical Leak") was given to local media for dispersal.
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SCP-3488-29
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Tanzanian Baobab Tree (Adansonia digitata)
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Olduvai Gorge, Tanzania
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Instance was found on the southern legal border of the Olduvai Gorge3. See Addendum 2 for more details.
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Addendum 2: SCP-3488-T and Provisional Site-43
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SCP-3488-T is the designation for an extremely large instance of SCP-3488, resembling a Tanzanian Baobab Tree, located in the geographical center of the Olduvai Gorge. SCP-3488-T is approximately 3 kilometers tall, with its most distal branches reaching 1.25 kilometers outwards, and roots extending nearly 5 kilometers outwards. Given the low amount of water and nutrients present within the Olduvai Gorge, it is unknown how SCP-3488-T has been able to survive.
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A 10-kilometer perimeter has been set up around SCP-3488-T, and Provisional Site-43 has been established within. Provisional Site-43 is to research SCP-3488-T, and figure out how it managed to evade any form of detection through any means available. If possible, this effect is to be replicated and used in further Foundation operations.
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Addendum 3: SCP-3488-V
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Underneath the northernmost roots of SCP-3488-T is a roughly circular opening in the ground, and a tunnel running in the direction of the trunk, which leads into a cave approximately 10 meters below the surface. This cave extends approximately 4 kilometers before narrowing into another tunnel that slopes upward into another opening. The distance and direction of this system would place the opening approximately underneath the center of the trunk of SCP-3488-T, however past this opening is a large valley, designated SCP-3488-V, extending approximately 3 kilometers out from the opening in all directions, filled with a forest of SCP-3488 instances.
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Through further examination, it has been concluded that each of the SCP-3488 instances in this forest is an exact copy of an existing instance of SCP-3488, including an identical reptile population. These SCP-3488 instances possess identical markings and "injuries" from being eaten by said reptiles, along with other identifying characteristics. The reptiles also share this quality, with each of them having an identical appearance and location relative to their outside counterparts. When a reptile is removed from a copy of an SCP-3488 instance, the corresponding reptile on the SCP-3488-V copy is likewise removed and vice versa. Biological testing on the SCP-3488-V copy of a reptile reveals no anomalous properties beyond the same ability to digest standard SCP-3488 instances.
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Along the outer wall of SCP-3488-V are 43 large instances of SCP-3488 that do not have known counterparts; these 43 trees, designated S1-S43, are of varying species. These instances do not demonstrate a tendency to attract reptiles and seem to be in good condition. The singular exception, SCP-3488-S44, is a shriveled stump, with some evidence of regrowth in the form of large shoots. However, the majority of these large shoots have been torn off near the surface of the stump. Markings on the shoots and surrounding areas of the stump resemble bite marks, possibly from a large reptile. Despite the resemblance, no known reptiles have a large enough bite radius to create such marks. See Addendum 4.
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Addendum 4: SCP-3488-L and High-Risk Site-21 Incident-███
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At 12:21 AM local time on December 21, 20██, Foundation personnel stationed within SCP-3488-V noticed that SCP-3488-S44 had started to grow new shoots. Researchers went to investigate, but were deterred by an extremely large quadrupedal reptile (estimated to be about 250 meters long) that appeared from within the forest. Personnel did not notice the reptile approaching until it broke the forest cover. This reptile, designated SCP-3488-L, seems to possess moderate antimemetic properties. During debriefing, MTF personnel could not agree on a description, beyond that it appeared to be a quadrupedal lizard with a wound on its left foreleg, causing it to limp slightly.
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SCP-3488-L made its way from the forest to SCP-3488-S44, seeming to avoid stepping on as many small SCP-3488 instances as possible. This slowed its travel time significantly, which allowed personnel stationed at Provisional Site-43 time to mobilize.
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Once at SCP-3488-S44, SCP-3488-L gnawed at the growing shoots, seemingly trying to bite them off. Foundation personnel proceeded to fire at SCP-3488-L, driving it away from SCP-3488-S44. SCP-3488-L fell back for a moment, and then charged SCP-3488-S17, under which Foundation forces had deployed, forcing them to disperse. SCP-3488-L bit at a small limb of SCP-3488-17 and thrashed its head wildly, significantly damaging it, then retreated into the forest. Attempts to find SCP-3488-L have been unsuccessful.
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At 12:45 AM, the damaged limb of SCP-3488-17 broke off of the tree and fell to the ground. This occurred at the exact same time as a large containment breach at High-Risk Site-21, located in Johannesburg, South Africa. Nearly all of Site-21’s Keter-class SCP objects breached containment, resulting in the destruction of nearly half of the site, and the deaths of 25% of its staff. The re-containment process took an extended period of time and resulted in several more casualties. Upon debriefing it was discovered that none of the staff on site retained any knowledge of several of the anomalies contained at the site, even those for which they were ostensibly responsible. The database was also found to be corrupted, with no record of several of the anomalies, and no physical records were able to be located.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3729 is to be kept in a standard containment cell located in the safe-class containment center at Site-26. Any testing with SCP-3729 must be conducted on D-Class subjects, and be approved by the Site Director, Site Ethics Committee Representative, and Site D-Class Resource Accountant. All D-Class used in these experiments must:
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Show no desire or ill will toward anyone in the Foundation
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Show no desire to commit any form of crime
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Have no history of cruel or unusual behavior
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For more information regarding what constitutes cruel or unusual behavior, see Ethics Committee Document 827B, "D-Class Psychological Profiles"
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Description: SCP-3729 is a wooden doorframe, consistent with the 1910 kit home designs from the American company Sears. SCP-3729's anomalous effects manifest when a human subject (henceforth SCP-3729-1) walks through the doorframe. The anomalous effects exhibited by SCP-3729 will always affect the first person to walk through it after sunrise, regardless of the number of individuals which do so.
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SCP-3729's first and most consistently observed anomalous effect is that, the day after SCP-3729-1 walked under SCP-3729 (henceforth referred to in this document as A24 for the sake of
+brevity), SCP-3729-1 will wake up to the sunrise (regardless of whether or not the sun is visible from their position), and report feeling remarkably well-rested, independent of how much sleep they actually received. All other anomalous effects appear to be based on the psychological profile of SCP-3729-1, and thus vary considerably.
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SCP-3729 has been shown to alter reality in order to provide SCP-3729-1 what the subject would consider an extremely pleasant experience throughout A24. While the full extent of SCP-3729's reality altering capabilities is not known, it has shown the ability to edit Foundation documents, alter the behavior and opinions of people SCP-3729-1 is aware of, create matter, and affect results of games of chance. SCP-3729 is likely capable of many more effects, but testing has been temporarily suspended due to high financial cost and lack of fitting D-class subjects.
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Test 1
+Test Conducted By: Researcher Eriksson
+A24 Date: 11/16/2010
+Subject: D-8375, male, arrested for serial murder in 1994, had no psychological evaluation prior to testing
+Procedure: D-8375 walked under SCP-3729 and was sent back to his holding cell.
+Results: At approximately 5:00 AM on 11/16/2010 D-8375 was pardoned of his crimes, amnesticized, given false memories, and released from Foundation custody due to a clerical error. Shortly after D-8375 was dropped off on the outskirts of his hometown, he encountered Mrs. Alison Jacobson, the woman who made the police call that resulted in D-8375's arrest, on a vacation1. On the morning after 11/16/2010, the clerical error was discovered by D-Class Resource Accountant Augustine Mercy, and Foundation personnel were sent to remedy the situation. Mrs. Jacobson and D-8375 were found dead in an alleyway, the former due to choking and the latter via self-inflicted blunt force trauma to the head. A crumpled note was found in D-8375's pockets which simply read " I got my revenge, and I aint goin back. (sic)".
+Notes: The results of this test are inexcusable. Researcher Eriksson has demonstrated extreme negligence and lack of caution in his testing, and has been summarily demoted. All further tests must be preceded by the subject D-class undergoing a thorough psychological evaluation.
+Signed,
+Dr. Gonzales, Site-26 Ethics Committee Representative
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Test 2
+Test Conducted By: Researcher Alfonse
+A24 Date: 07/14/2012
+Subject: D-2715, male, arrested for murder in 1993, has expressed extreme regret over his actions. Pre-experiment interviews indicate that D-2715 strongly desired, quote, "To become a world-renowned writer."
+Procedure: See Test 1
+Results: At approximately 5:00 AM on 07/14/2012 D-2715 was pardoned of his crimes, amnesticized, given false memories, and released from Foundation custody due to a clerical error. Upon being dropped off on the outskirts of his hometown, D-2715 located a winning Powerball lottery ticket on the ground near his feet, whereupon he approached the nearest casino and cashed it in. He then proceeded to buy out all seats in Wells Fargo Stadium, where his self-proclaimed favorite band, Matchbox 20, was performing.2 He made the concert completely free and provided full refunds to anyone who had already bought tickets. D-2715 passed out (seemingly from alcohol poisoning) at approximately 11:45 PM. Shortly after waking up at 5:15 AM, D-2715 stumbled and fell off of balcony 4D of Wells Fargo Stadium, before Foundation personnel were able to retrieve him.
+Notes: More thorough psychological evaluation is required for these experiments. All future tests must include a polygraph-accompanied interview, in order to prevent false claims regarding the stated desires of the D-class subject. This was an expensive mistake, and it had best not happen again.
+Signed,
+Dr. Gonzales, Site-26 Ethics Committee Representative
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Test 3
+Test Conducted By: Researcher Alfonse
+A24 Date: 10/08/2016
+Subject: D-9762, female, arrested for manslaughter in 1997. Subject has shown extreme regret over their actions, and has expressed no criminal desires after their arrest. Polygraph-accompanied interviews indicate that D-9762 possesses no ill will towards the Foundation. These interviews also indicated that D-9762 strongly desired, quote, "A real meal- one with actual meat instead of that bullshit they have at the cafeteria."
+Procedure: See Test 1
+Results: D-9762 did not leave her holding cell. A clerical error resulted in all D-9762's SCP assignments for the day being voided. Patrol Guard Giovanni McConnell abandoned his post and returned with a well-done steak, seasoned with various spices, which he handed to D-97623. Patrol Guard Giovanni McConnell was unable to explain where he obtained this steak from. As of writing, D-9762 remains alive and healthy.
+Notes: D-9762's continued health is a notable departure from the results of other tests, and should be kept in mind for further testing.
+Signed,
+Researcher Alfonse
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Addendum: Due to the extreme financial cost of covering up the results of Test 2, as well as the difficulty in screening D-class subjects for further experiments, testing with SCP-3729 has been temporarily halted. Personnel requesting further tests must first complete the Standard Foundation Testing Renewal Request Form (document code B57) and submit it to the director of Site-26.
+Archived Document: Found on the desk of Researcher Alfonse
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STANDARD FOUNDATION TESTING RENEWAL REQUEST FORM
+SCP Foundation
+Secure. Contain. Protect.
+
Submission Date: 12/16/2016
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Name: Researcher Gerald Alfonse
+
Clearance Level: 3
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Item Requested: SCP-3729
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Reason for Requested Testing Renewal: To determine if, through artificial memory insertion and mental state alteration techniques, SCP-3729's reality altering capabilities can be used to benefit the Foundation's containment goals.
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Reply Date: 12/22/2016
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This Testing Request has Been:AcceptedDenied
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Reasoning: While SCP-3729 poses great possible value as a Thaumiel-class object, the risks involved in attempting to use it as such would be far too great. A single mistake could be catastrophic, and while it can on occasion seem so, memory insertion and mental control are not perfect sciences. On a more personal note: the goal of the Foundation is to serve and protect the world, not to control it, and certainly not put it at pointless risk. You would do well to remember that, Alfonse.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3892 is to be kept in a standard Safe-class containment locker.
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Description: SCP-3892 is a child's blanket, colored black and red and patterned with cartoon skulls. Fiber analysis has revealed SCP-3892 to be made of a non-anomalous cotton-polyester blend.
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SCP-3892's anomalous properties manifest when it is worn by a sleeping child of age 10 or under. Once the subject has reached N1 (earliest) stage sleep, SCP-3892-01 will manifest within 10 meters of SCP-3892 (typically within a closet or hallway in domestic trials).
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SCP-3892-01 is a large (approx. 2.3 meters tall) skeletal humanoid figure, dressed in a spiked leather jacket, torn denim trousers, and black motorcycle boots. SCP-3892-01's eye sockets contain yellow lights, and luminous smoke can be seen issuing from its mouth and ribcage.
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Upon manifesting, SCP-3892-01 will silently approach the target. The air temperature within a 10-meter radius will warm to approximately 27° C.
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SCP-3892-01 will then tuck the subject into bed, whisper “Good night, (name)"1, gently kiss the subject on the head, then demanifest.
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SCP-3892-01 has neither harmed nor awakened any children during testing trials, and instantly demanifests if approached or interrupted.
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Addendum 3892-01: On 10 May 2018, SCP-3892-01 looked directly into a testing chamber camera after kissing the subject, growled, and said, "I know where you sleep." SCP-3892-01 then loudly cracked each of its knuckles and demanifested as normal.
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SCP-3892-01 has not responded to any attempt at communication by Foundation personnel before or since this event. The significance of this is unknown.
Four instances of SCP-3904 (designations unknown) accompanied by Subject 3904/04 ("Jiggles").
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Item #: SCP-3904
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-3904 instances are currently kept in cold storage in Site-66. Should testing be required, live instances of Felis catus (Domestic housecat) can be requested from the Site-66 breeding pen.
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Description: SCP-3904 are male human cadavers with drastic alterations to their internal structure. The tissue comprising SCP-3904 instances is structurally similar to non-anomalous human flesh, but is highly resistant to decay and constantly emits an odour described by personnel as a combination of formaldehyde and catnip. SCP-3904 instances are capable of cellular regeneration despite their lack of nutritional intake; wounds inflicted on SCP-3904 instances will heal over time, but at a rate slower than that of a non-anomalous human body.
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Each instance of SCP-3904 can be distinguished from non-anomalous cadavers by the prominent hollows in its thoracic and abdominal cavities caused by the extensive removal of vital organs. Each compartment is covered by a flap of skin and muscle tissue with smooth, cauterised wound edges. In the thoracic cavities of SCP-3904 instances, the lungs, heart, and the lower ribs will have been removed, leaving the diaphragm intact; in the abdominal cavities, all organs have been removed. All tissue damage incurred via removal of the organs has been smoothly scarred over in all instances of SCP-3904.
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Each hollowed cavity in SCP-3904 is large enough to comfortably accommodate one adult domestic housecat. When filled with two cats in this manner, SCP-3904 spontaneously animates. Animated instances are sentient, but do not appear to be sapient. Instances are capable of bipedal locomotion, albeit with a distinctive stilted or "reverse-jointed" gait, and are incapable of speech, likely due to their lack of lungs.
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When solitary, animated instances of SCP-3904 are observed to wander around aimlessly until vacated by their interior cats. However, when two or more instances are animated in the same vicinity, they will begin to engage in a form of rudimentary wrestling, wherein the aim appears to be the dislodging of each other's interior cats. It is unknown whether this is due to anomalous compulsion on the part of SCP-3904 instances, or simply the result of natural feline behaviour.
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Notably, under controlled conditions, 70% of cats appear to prefer resting inside the interior of SCP-3904 instances over resting in other similar warm, dark, and confined spaces. The significance of this is also unknown.
SCP-3941: The Major Occultation
+Author:Tufto, written on their original account. More of their work can be found here.
+Image: Can be found here, under a CC license.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3941-1 is currently located in a Secure Holding Facility in Site ██. Armed guards are to be posted outside SCP-3941-1, in case of an ORIA incursion in Site ██. Surveillance cameras are to be trained on SCP-3941-1 at all times, due to the possibility of entities emerging from SCP-3941-2. SCP-3941-3 has thus far prevented all attempts to install camera feeds within SCP-3941-2; it is recommended that alternate methods be employed.
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Description: SCP-3941 refers to the following four items:
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• SCP-3941-1 is a wooden door, believed to have been constructed during the 1980s from Lebanon Oak (Quercus libani) wood dated to the mid-10th century and inlaid with iron, as well as a wooden doorframe surrounding the door. SCP-3941-1 appears to be indestructible, although no serious attempts at its termination have been made. SCP-3941-1 was previously integrated into a wall in a small house in Karbala, Iraq, but did not open into the house itself. Instead, SCP-3941-1 allows access only to SCP-3941-2. SCP-3941-1's anomalous properties are inactive from the hours of 22:00 to 06:00 each day; according to SCP-3941-3, this is the time when he sleeps.
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On nine known occasions, SCP-3941-1’s anomalous properties have been deactivated irregularly, for periods ranging between 1 hour and 12 weeks. These deactivations were all instigated by SCP-3941-3 due to actions performed by Foundation personnel.
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• SCP-3941-2 is a small pocket dimension, believed to be about 50m3 in size. SCP-3941-2 takes the form of a small room, constructed from sandstone, and decorated in a style reminiscent of a modest house in 10th century Baghdad, albeit with items identified as reproductions from the 1970s and 1980s. Windows in the side of the room allow for the entry of light from an unknown source; the view from these windows appears to be of 10th century Baghdad as understood by historians and archaeologists in the early 1990s. The room contains one further door at the far end of the room, from which SCP-3941-4 enters and exits, and a cushion in the centre of the room, upon which SCP-3941-3 can ordinarily be found seated. As Foundation scans have determined the dimension’s size to be at 50m3, it is presently not known where this door leads to.
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• SCP-3941-3 has the appearance of a male human in his early 30s; however, SCP-3941-3 does not appear to have aged since SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation. SCP-3941-3 claims to be Muhammad al-Mahdi, the Twelfth Imam of the Ithna ‘Ashari and Alevi religions. Attempts to remove SCP-3941-3 from SCP-3941-2 have met with failure; furthermore, SCP-3941-3 appears to possess the ability to summarily eject any person from SCP-3941-2 at will, causing them to disappear and reappear directly outside SCP-3941-1. SCP-3941-3 is responsive and cooperative with Foundation questioning, but refuses to be removed from SCP-3941-2.
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SCP 3941-3 is conversant in Persian, Iraqi Arabic, Classical Arabic, English and French. SCP-3941-3 will respond to its official designation, but will refuse to answer questions if the interviewer insinuates that he is not the Twelfth Imam, as he claims. He has shown a keen interest in theological debate, apparently being relatively well-versed in a variety of religious traditions beyond his own. SCP-3941-3 seems to enjoy speaking to Foundation personnel; he has spoken positively of conversations with Researcher F██████ on several occasions.
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• SCP-3941-4 has the appearance of a male human in his mid-teens; as with SCP-3941-3, SCP-3941-4 does not appear to have aged since SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation. SCP-3941-4 is referred to by SCP-3941-3 only as Mahmud. SCP-3941-3 has refused to provide details of SCP-3941-4’s past. SCP-3941-4 is apparently mute, and is non-responsive to questioning by Foundation personnel. SCP-3941-4 serves SCP-3941-3 meals two times a day, with the exception of days when a fast occurs according to Ithna ‘Ashari customs; the content of these meals seems to approximate several modern Iranian dishes. SCP-3941-4 also responds to irregular requests for food or drink from SCP-3941-3. As previously mentioned, SCP-3941-4 enters SCP-3941-2 from a door at the far side of the room. Attempts to remove SCP-3941-4 or to enter through the door from which he arrives have all met with failure, as Foundation agents are simply ejected from SCP-3941-2 by SCP-3941-3.
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SCP-3941 was first discovered by the Foundation in 199█, following the development of a local millenarian cult in the suburb of █████████, Karbala, where SCP-3941-1 was located. The leader of this cult, ‘Abbas H████, claimed to have “found” the place of the Twelfth Imam’s occultation, claiming that he would soon “emerge as the Mahdi to restore the just kingdom” and herald an apocalypse. SCP-3941-3 has repeatedly stated that he does not plan to leave SCP-3941-2 at any point “in the next thousand years”, and that Mr. H████ was mistaken in his beliefs. The Foundation was able to secure the site and transport SCP-3941 to █████████████ before the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA) was able to reach the site, due to a political crisis precipitated in the latter organisation by the discovery of SCP-3941. Class-A amnestics were issued to all of those involved.
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Addendum 3941-1: On 30/04/20██, Researcher F███████ was notified of the university records of one Hassan Tehrani, born 17/08/196█. Mr. Tehrani was an Iranian engineering student at the University of Tehran during the mid-1980s, who also took several classes in Shi’ite theology. According to his former theology tutor, █████████ ████, Mr. Tehrani was profoundly dissatisfied with the doctrine of occultation; he apparently came to believe that the Imam was not present within the world, and that “justice and righteousness” was thus not present in the world either. On 21/03/198█, Mr. Tehrani was found missing from his apartment in █████, Tehran. Several surviving photographs of Mr. Tehrani exist; they appear to show a much younger SCP-3941-3.
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The following interview was conducted shortly after this discovery:
Foreword: This interview was conducted 03/05/20██, within SCP-3941-2.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. F██████: I have come to ask you a question, SCP-3941-3.
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SCP-3941-3: Ah, hello, my daughter. It is good to see you again. Shall I ask Mahmud to bring us some tea?
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Dr. F██████: No, thank you. I would like to ask you a question about one of your followers.
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SCP-3941-3: A personal question, then. And here I thought you had come to enquire after my health! <laughs> How foolish of me. So, about whom do you wish to know?
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Dr. F██████: A man by the name of Hassan Tehrani.
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<At this, SCP-3941-3 visibly stiffens and frowns.>
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Dr. F██████: He was an engineering student during the 1980s. Disappeared suddenly. I was wondering if you knew what happened to him. You do take a keen interest in your followers, after all.
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SCP-3941-3: Yes… I know of this man. He was… a troubled person. He wanted a… restoration of sorts.
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Dr. F██████: A restoration?
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SCP-3941-3: He thought that the Imam could not exist. That he had died as a young child, or that he had never been born. He thought that, because of this, justice in the world was in abeyance. That there could be no apocalypse, because there was no Imam! Imagine that! The man was troubled indeed.
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Dr. F██████: So… what did he wish to restore? Justice?
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SCP-3941-3: Yes… or at least, he wished to restore what he had lost, what his cohorts had lost. He existed in the Islamic Republic, which claimed to represent Islam against the godless West. But everywhere he looked, the stain of the West existed in their hearts. He did not bear any particular hatred for the Christians, understand; it was just that he wanted something lost. He wanted to restore the smooth contours, you see.
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Dr. F██████: The smooth contours?
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SCP-3941-3: The lines that flowed, that had rhythm, that were naturally shaped… I do not know if I can make you understand. You are not from our world, you see. You do not understand what it is to lose your own identity, to have your sense of self turned into oblivion. For a thousand years, the people of the Persian-speaking world drew stunning miniatures, created beautiful calligraphy, carved geometric patterns into the most dazzling of mosques. The finely-weaved patterns of carpets, evoking the hunt and the glory of kingship…. the poetry of Ferdowsi and Hafez, those soft songs of heroes and monsters that were both true and untrue ….the swaying flowers imbued into white ceramics… there was sin too, of course, and wickedness, and cruelty, but these were human ills. They were their ills, the ills of their people.
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Dr. F██████: I don’t understand…
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SCP-3941-3: Of course not. You come from █████, yes? A country that helped shape the world we inhabit, that built empires over boundless oceans, that created the very concepts of life within which we live and breathe today. But Hassan Tehrani came from a country that was dying. Everywhere he looked, the presence of foreign ideas and foreign lives polluted all. The shapes of buildings reared up like blasphemous slabs of substance, defying the spirit and glorying in the material. His leaders had spent years extolling the virtues of the Sassanids and the Achaemenids, all so they could more slavishly accord themselves a place in a European cosmology. It was not a modernity that invigorated his people, it was a modernity that had been forced upon them, strangling them, turning them into deformed monstrosities! He wanted the old world, the world of blood and cruelty and righteousness!
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<Here, SCP-3941-3 has begun to shout angrily.>
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The world where they could create their own modernity, where they could reach the place they were meant to reach for the first time, without the curse of the farangi and their damned empires!
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<SCP-3941-3 appears to calm himself, before sitting back down>
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SCP-3941-3: My apologies, my dear. Please, come back. I got a little heated there, didn’t I?
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Dr. F██████: Perhaps a little, yes. So, Mr. Tehrani wanted to restore his… the sense of pride belonging to his people?
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SCP-3941-3: Yes. And he succeeded. He restored the Imam’s- he restored my position. He… gave his form over so I could once again take a physical body. He died, screaming, in the hands of those devils who had taught him the arcane arts, making his flesh my own. He gave me a home, he gave me a place to live, and he gave me a beautiful servant. Because of his sacrifice, justice can once again reign in this realm. We can reclaim our past, we can reclaim our ancient beauty, the old meanings now long-divorced from their subjects. And one day, I shall emerge from my occultation and once again live free.
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Dr. F██████: I see. So… your body was once that of Mr. Tehrani?
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SCP-3941-3: Yes. He exited his body, and my soul entered in. He is assured a place in Paradise for his pious actions.
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Dr. F██████: So, presumably his dietary habits were tied to his bodily self, rather than to his, erm, "soul"?
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SCP-3941-3: …I am not sure I understand your meaning, child.
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Dr. F██████: The dishes are not, surely, those that the Imam would have eaten. They feature rice, which was brought into Iran by the Mongols, three centuries after the beginning of the Imam's occultation. They features spices that only came to Iran many years later, too. You can't have been familiar with them, so presumably the fact that you are inhabiting Mr. Tehrani's body means you've picked up some of his habits…
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SCP-3941-3: I…
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<SCP-3941-3 now seems visibly shaken>
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Dr. F██████: It was just a question. I’m sorry if it upset you. Anyway, there are some more important matters I wish to ask you ab-
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SCP-3941-3: I think you should go now.
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At this point, Dr. F██████ was ejected from SCP-3941-2.
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<End Log>
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Following this interview, SCP-3941-3 removed SCP-3941-1’s anomalous properties for a period of 157 days and 12 hours exactly. Upon the reactivation of SCP-3941-1, all components of SCP-3941 were found to be functioning as normal, with SCP-3941-3 acting in line with previous conduct; however, SCP-3941-3 will now expel all personnel and deactivate SCP-3941-1 for several hours if any personnel mention Hassan Tehrani, or question SCP-3941-3's identity as the Twelfth Imam.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3947 instances are to be kept in a bathtub housed inside a large-size high-value containment chamber at Site-88. Requests for money, decoration, or bath toys are to be granted as long as the items will not result in an increased risk of a containment breach.
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Staff assigned to SCP-3947 are to have a good understanding of and fondness for slapstick comedy. Task Force Omega-16, "That's all, Folks!" is to be present onsite at all times to prevent escape attempts.
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Description: SCP-3947 is a collection of 5 rubber duck bath toys. Each SCP-3947 instance possesses a unique design. SCP-3947 instances are sentient and capable of human-like vocalizations in exaggerated accents.
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SCP-3947 instances can produce objects commonly used in slapstick cartoons such as frying pans, boxing gloves, and anvils. On several occasions, SCP-3947 instances have shown the ability to temporarily alter their shape, gaining limbs or transforming into objects such as miniature boats or bombs. SCP-3947 instances are capable of using any produced items regardless of size or weight.
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Persons or objects subject to violence from SCP-3947 instances suffer no permanent harm. The instances themselves similarly will suffer no permanent damage from the actions of others. In both cases, the affected individuals will suffer painful but not debilitating damage, often involving stretching or large lumps that heal very quickly.
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SCP-3947 instances often attempt to escape their chamber in order to commit acts such as theft or assault. No attempt to escape the facility itself has been attempted by SCP-3947 instances.
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SCP-3947 instances enjoy smoking cigarettes which is the item they most frequently manifest. SCP-3947 instances have a marked hatred of people who openly express a dislike of slapstick comedy. Instances will actively attempt to steal from and attack such individuals whilst repeatedly insulting them.
SCP-3947-1 act as leader of the SCP-3947 instances. SCP-3947-1 does not commit hostile acts itself instead giving commands to the other SCP-3947 instances to do so. SCP-3947-1 speaks in an accent reminiscent of Godfather characters in media. SCP-3947-1 is commonly calm and suave, and is open to interviews or discussion. However, SCP-3947-1 is also prone to bouts of anger, typically when the other SCP-3947 instances fail to complete a task. SCP-3947 wears a tuxedo and has a pencil mustache and combover.
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SCP-3947-2, Pinstripes
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SCP-3947-2 acts as the strategist and negotiator for the SCP-3947 instances. SCP-3947-2 has displayed much higher intelligence than the remaining instances. SCP-3947-2 rarely uses its reality-altering abilities for purposes beyond creating weapons. SCP-3947-2 will attempt to intimidate people who try to stop SCP-3947 related activities. Intimidation is carried out through threats against one's family or well-being. The instances have yet to fulfill SCP-3947-2's threats. SCP-3947-2's design includes a fedora and pinstripe suit.
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SCP-3947-3, Tiny
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SCP-3947-3 directly attacks individuals interfering with SCP-3947 related activities. SCP-3947-3 speaks in simple sentences and a seems to lack a basic understanding of math and science. This instance is approximately 1.3x the size of a typical rubber duck. SCP-3947-3's design includes a leather jacket and pompadour.
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SCP-3947-4, Natasha
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SCP-3947-4 is the only SCP-3947 instance with a female appearance. SCP-3947-4 is capable of disabling Foundation security systems. SCP-3947-4's behavior appears relaxed except when the instance is stealing objects under SCP-3947-1's direction. SCP-3947-4 speaks in a Russian accent. SCP-3947-4's design includes a balaclava and blue dress.
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SCP-3947-5, Blasty
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SCP-3947-5 will cause havoc separately from other SCP-3947 instances whilst those instances carry out SCP-3947-1's orders. This is generally accomplished through the application of explosives. SCP-3947-5's personality appears incredibly unstable, with the instance laughing or screaming at various times. SCP-3947-5's design includes blast armor.
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Addendum 3947.2: SCP-3947-1 Interview
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Interviewed: SCP-3947-1
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Interviewer: Dr. Carver
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Foreword: On 5/7/2009, SCP-3947-1 agreed to a private interview with Dr. Carver, SCP-3947's head researcher
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Carver: Before we begin, I'd like to thank you for granting this interview.
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SCP-3947-1: Ay, I's not too much of a problem. I'm not da busiest guy in the world, so we can chat fo' howeva long ya'd like!
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Dr. Carver: Excellent. On to the matter at hand: Why do you and the rest of the SCP-3947 instances feel a need to commit crimes?
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SCP-3947-1: We commit crimes for the same reason you researchers research: We're criminals! Ain't too complicated if you ask me.
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Dr. Carver: No, I mean, what are your motives for committing crimes?
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+SCP-3947-1: Eh, I dunno. I's fun, I guess. It's just always been da thing we do.
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Dr. Carver: No motive to speak of at all? Not even greed?
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SCP-3947-1: Aw Christ, more of dis mumbo jumbo! Y'know, back in the day, stuff was simple. Us villains didn't need no stinkin' 'motives' or whatever! We did it cause we we're dah bad guys! Not everyone has a complex backstory. You want me ta blab on-and-on about how we were created by something-or-other or just accept that some things exist for da simple pleasures!
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Dr. Carver: I think you've made your point clear. Guards, please escort SCP-3947-1 back to it's cell.
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(Guards begin escorting SCP-3947-1)
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SCP-3947-1: Get 'em, boys!
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(2 bowling balls fall from the ceiling, knocking the guards unconscious)
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SCP-3947-5: Heheheheee! The idiots b-barely knew what he-he-hit em!
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Dr. Carver:(Into radio) SCP-3947 HAS BREACHED CONTAIN-
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(SCP-3947-3 strikes Dr. Carver with a frying pan.)
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SCP-3947-3: Deh-heh-heh! Take that, nerd-man!
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SCP-3947-2: Quit screwin' around, ya dolt! We gots to try and find where the stash is!
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SCP-3947-4: Yes. We must go before more guards come. Perhaps we will find vodka this time.
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Closing Statement: SCP-3947 instances are not to be allowed out of their cells under any circumstances.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature as a prominent fixture in New York City, it is impossible to remove or isolate SCP-4102.
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Upon visual confirmation of SCP-4102-1 engaging civilians, MTF Gamma-5 units are instructed to intervene and process civilians at least two (2) kilometers away from SCP-4102-1's contact point. Civilians having made contact with SCP-4102-1 are to be interviewed before being administered Class-A amnestics and released.
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SCP-4102-2 is unable to leave the confines of SCP-4102's Manhattan vaults, re-appearing in a random area in the vaults once taken two (2) meters to the entrance. All attempts to isolate SCP-4102-2 into a specific part of the vault system have proven fruitless, as it simply re-appears somewhere else in the vaults on its own volition. SCP-4102-2 is to be visited weekly by authorized personnel. Following good behavior, SCP-4102-2 has been allowed one (1) bed, one (1) television with access to news and television shows, a collection of assorted fiction books and a writing pad with pens. Any additional requests are to be taken to the project director.
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Description: SCP-4102 is a bridge connecting New York County and Kings County, known publicly as the Brooklyn Bridge. According to data compiled from SCP-4102-2, SCP-4102's anomalous nature did not manifest until 18██1.
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SCP-4102's anomalous effect manifests itself with iterations of SCP-4102-1, and by extension, SCP-4102-2.
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SCP-4102-1 is a humanoid entity which manifests itself between the hours of 08:00 and 22:00 on either side of SCP-4102. SCP-4102-1's height, weight, ethnicity and gender vary according to each iteration. All documented instances of SCP-4102 have been shown to be fluent in the native language of the person it targets. Only one (1) instance of SCP-4102-1 is ever active at a time, with windows of appearance ranging from every 30 minutes to every 2 hours. This variation in appearances seems to correlate with the amount of attention SCP-4102 gets from civilians who are not citizens of the City of New York, Nassau County, Suffolk County or the State of New Jersey.
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Methods to document SCP-4102-1 manifesting or disappearing have proven unsuccessful with both digital and physical surveillance.
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When active, SCP-4102-1 will locate an individual over the age of 16 who is alone and admiring the bridge and will proceed to talk with them. SCP-4102-1 has been observed using different tactics in speaking in order to connect with their target. Topics of conversation begin in a variety of fashions, such as talking about the weather, or the results from the latest football game. Eventually, approximately fifteen (15) minutes into the encounter, SCP-4102-1 will discuss the bridge and prospects for purchasing it. About 91% of encounters typically end during this period due to a lack of belief that the bridge can be purchased. Following such events, SCP-4102-1 thanks the individual for their time and walks away, vanishing once it is out of view.
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Following thirty (30) minutes of interaction with SCP-4102-1, the subject will become increasingly agreeable and will express a great desire to purchase SCP-4102. Interviews with subjects beyond the thirty minute mark have shown elevated signs of optimism at the prospect of buying SCP-4102, seldom wanting to talk about anything that does not relate to SCP-4102. See Addendum 4102-02 for details.
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SCP-4102-1 appears to fear anyone it deems to be an officer of the City of New York, and has been noted to flee on foot immediately upon an officer or a disguised agent breaking up an interaction between itself and its designated target. SCP-4102-1 is able to run at speeds of approximately twenty-eight (28) meters per second in order to escape, showing great skill at maneuvering around bystanders and cars before it is out of sight. Citizens present during SCP-4102-1's escape, when collected for interviews, have shown no memory of ever seeing SCP-4102-1.
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Subjects who were unable to complete their transaction with SCP-4102-1 following the thirty minute mark will proceed to wait in an eight block radius from where they encountered SCP-4102-1, until it re-appears, stating their only wish is to "buy the bridge". Additionally, subjects will cease showing an obsession to buy SCP-4102 if placed two kilometers away from SCP-4102, though they will still retain all memories associated with it. If a subject is present during the next window of SCP-4102-1 re-instancing, they will talk with SCP-4102-1 for up to two (2) minutes before ending the conversation with a handshake. SCP-4102-1 and the subject will proceed to walk under SCP-4102 and vanish when out of sight. As of Foundation acquisition, missing persons reports in SCP-4102-1 operation areas have decreased by ██%.
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One of the vaults underneath SCP-4102 used to contain SCP-4102-2
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SCP-4102-2 appears to be a human of indeterminate gender, roughly two (2) meters in height. SCP-4102-2's skin is covered in five (5) sq cm pieces of chipped bricks, with different names and dates etched in each. The names and dates carved into the stones appear to correlate with ██% of missing persons from 18██ to 20██. Testing has shown that these bricks cannot be removed from SCP-4102-2, though fragments can be chipped off and analysed. Mineral testing has shown that these bricks are composed of limestone and granite2.
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SCP-4102-2 is able to speak in any language presented to it, though it defaults to English spoken in a New York City accent typical of the late 1800s. SCP-4102-2 is usually cordial and agreeable to Foundation requests and questions, apart from requests to leave SCP-4102's vaults, which causes it great distress. SCP-4102-2 has stated that it is as old as SCP-4102, and tends to refer to itself in the plural tense rather than singular. SCP-4102-2 states to have never known its own name, and has taken its Foundation classification as an acceptable alternative. See Addendum 4102-3 for details.
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SCP-4102-2 does not require sustenance of any sort, though it claims to sleep on occasion "to help the time pass". X-Rays indicate that there is a human skeletal structure inside SCP-4102-2, though other internal structures are made of Rosendale cement3. SCP-4102-2's body is nearly impervious to any damage, as any damage to its being is quickly regenerated.
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SCP-4102-2 has never shown itself to be hostile towards any requests or questions from Foundation staff, though Foundation psychoanalysts state that SCP-4102-2 is currently suffering from severe depression. Requests for psychiatric treatment are pending.
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Addendum 4102.1: Discovery
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Following a maintenance check in 19██ by New York City DOT4 personnel in SCP-4102's vaults and the discovery of SCP-4102-2, the Foundation assumed control of the complex. Class B amnestics were administered to NYC DOT personnel following this. Interviews with SCP-4102-2 revealed the existence of SCP-4102-1, which correlated with a number of missing persons reports in the area since 18██.
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Addendum 4102.2: Subject Interview
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Interviewed: Subject 4102-1
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Interviewer: Agent Parker
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Foreword: Subject 4102-1 was retrieved following a thirty-one minute interaction with SCP-4102-1. SCP-4102-1, in this instance, presented itself as a blond middle-aged Caucasian male of medium build standing at approximately 1.8 meters, dressed in a suit and tie. MTF Gamma-5 agents, disguised as local law enforcement, broke up the conversation. Following SCP-4102-1 fleeing on foot, Subject 4102-1 was collected into Foundation custody and transferred into a site 3.2 kilometers away from SCP 4102 under the pretenses of gathering information for capturing a known con artist.
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Subject 4102-1 is a ██ year old Caucasian male who claims to be a tourist from ██████████, California.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Agent Parker: We appreciate you coming in, Mr. █████.
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Subject 4102-1: It's no problem. Anything I can do to help our boys in blue.
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Agent Parker: Many thanks, sir. What can you tell me about the suspect?
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Subject 4102-1: Well, not much to say. I came to visit New York with my family. You've gotta see the Brooklyn Bridge, y'know? It's really beautiful. Anyways, they went to find a bathroom or something, so I decided to stay there and get some photos.
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Agent Parker: And that's when the suspect appeared.
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Subject 4102-1: Yeah. Seemed like a Wall Street type, a guy who knows his stuff. Said he walks by the bridge on his way home from work at the exchange. Asked me if I saw the ███ game last night. What are the odds that he's into soccer AND likes my favorite team?
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Agent Parker: I see. Continue.
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Subject 4102-1: Yeah. So we're talking and I tell him about myself. He seemed really easy to talk to, like he knew just what to say to keep me going. I tell him about my marketing firm, then about my family. My stock portfolio wasn't doing so great, and that's when he mentions the bridge again. Something about how the city was ready to open it up to private ownership. Made sense. If you can buy land, why not a bridge? Good ol' fashioned capitalism at work.
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Agent Parker: And this didn't seem strange to you?
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Subject 4102-1: Initially, yeah. But we kept talking about it for ages, and he made it seem so lucrative and…I don't know. Believable, I guess? Like a trance. So anyway, when you guys came, he booked it. I told myself that I'd go back to meet him there after you guys picked me up, but now…now it seems pretty stupid, huh?
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Agent Parker: These kinds of people are good at pressing buttons. You can't blame yourself.
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Subject 4102-1: I guess not.
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Closing Statement: Following the interview, Subject 4102-1 was administered Class A amnestics and released without incident.
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Addendum 4102.3: SCP 4102-2 Interview
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Interviewed: SCP 4102-2
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Interviewer: Agent Parker
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Foreword: At this point in time, SCP 4102-2 had been in Foundation custody for █ days.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Agent Parker: How are you doing, 4102-2?
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SCP 4102-2: Hm? Oh. That's us. We forget, sometimes. Fine. But you're not here about that, yeah?
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Agent Parker: No. We're here abo-
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SCP 4102-2: You're here 'bout the bridge. How it does this.
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Agent Parker: Correct.
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SCP 4102-2: We don't know. It makes deals and it collects. It collects a toll.
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Agent Parker: When did this start?
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SCP 4102-2: It got an idea from someplace. No one trusted this thing to last, ya know? Barnum had to parade elephants on it to prove a point. It got self-conscious, maybe. All the attention definitely didn't help. Then some guys come pretending to pawn it off.
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Agent Parker: You're saying that 4102 has feelings?
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SCP 4102-2: (4102-2 shrugs) We get an inkling from someplace. Deep in the walls. Livin' in the city, y'know, makes you gotta prove yerself. It collects the toll so it has somethin' solid to have. (4102-2 sighs) It was the first of its kind. Roebling babied it5. It felt like it was cared for. A real personal connection you can't get anywhere else. It's doing its best. But sometimes…sometimes it wants to crumble.
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<END LOG>
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Closing Statement: In the years following containment, SCP-4102 was noted to show a slight swaying motion, indicative of possible structural defects. Whether this is due to increased traffic, or preventative methods applied to SCP-4102-1 is unclear.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4126 is to be neatly folded and stored in a standard anomalous object storage container with padding on its floor, ceiling, and walls. The object is currently being stored in Area-12, the area in which it was discovered. When sentience is gained, the object is allowed to roam the facility under supervision of at least one Foundation personnel. Due to concerns of the security precautions regarding its permission to roam the facility freely, SCP-4126-B has been restricted to staying within 3 meters (10 feet) of its supervisor, and may only roam for 2/3 of the time in which it maintains sentience. At least one Level-2 Foundation personnel must supervise SCP-4126-B and keep track of time. When its roaming period has expired, SCP-4126-B is to be escorted back to its containment chamber for its remaining time of sentience. This does not apply to the exceptions of its “haunting cycle” such as the week leading up to Halloween (See paragraph five of Description for more information). In the rare event in which SCP-4126-B refuses to comply with the commands of personnel, Halloween-themed candy, such as candy corn or bars of milk chocolate, are to be retrieved and used as a form of bait. A pea-sized tracking device has been sewn into its fabric in the events in which SCP-4126-A is taken without proper permission or lost. Dr. █████, the researcher who discovered SCP-4126, was voluntarily tasked with supervising SCP-4126-B.
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Description: SCP-4126 is a standard white bedsheet for a king sized mattress. The bedsheet does not have a tag or brand name on it. On the center of the sheet are two equally-sized and parallel holes cut neatly into the sheet. Closer inspection shows no form of damage or wear. However, being within 0.9 meters (3 feet) of the object can cause problems with radio frequencies, specifically that of cellular devices and any form of radio. This complicated the creation of a tracking device for SCP-4126, though the use of an aluminum alloy was found to be quite effective against its effects.
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SCP-4126 usually lays completely still as a bedsheet in its “resting” form, or SCP-4126-A. However, the bedsheet will occasionally rise on its own as if being put on by someone. This state is classified as SCP-4126-B, or its "haunting" form. Looking under the sheet reveals nothing; no human, entity, or any form of organism, living or dead.
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In its “haunting” form, as dubbed by personnel, SCP-4126-B gains the ability to speak English in a similar voice to that of an American male approximately between ages 16 and 21, and has an estimated IQ of average intelligence for that age. SCP-4126-B is both sentient and sapient, and enjoys “messing around” with Foundation personnel by attempting to “spook” them by shouting “boo” and/or appearing from the ground, ceiling, or surrounding walls. The object also seems to have virtually no sense of seriousness or urgency (See Addendum 4126-1 for more information).
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In this form, SCP-4126-B becomes incorporeal and is no longer affected by the laws of gravity, collision, propulsion, motion, or mass. The negation of these laws of physics grants SCP-4126-B the ability to effortlessly phase through almost all forms of physical matter (See Addendum 4126-4 for the exception) and float upside down without folding in on itself. It locomotes via levitation which has been made possible by its incorporeal nature. The propulsion/pull that allows SCP-4126-B to move without any known limbs, wings, or other appendages required for movement has yet to have been explained, and all theories regarding this have proven to be either ridiculous or false. Despite being unable to collide with most physical matter, SCP-4126-B inexplicably possesses the ability to allow collision with any living organism. By what has been viewed, it only grants this to individuals who it can trust, such as Dr. █████, the supervisor and discoverer of the object. Only seven known Foundation personnel besides Dr. █████ have been granted this ability.
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When not trying to “spook” Foundation personnel, SCP-4126-B is generally compliant and very polite with foundation personnel. Some individuals have taken to visiting it often. Due to its low risk of danger and well behaved nature, communication and visits with SCP-4126-B are generally permitted.
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SCP-4126-B only stays in this form for up to twelve hours a day (See paragraph five of Description for more details), then turns back into SCP-4126-A, or its “resting” form. It is to be located and folded neatly in its containment chamber after this change. As a result of the new security protocols set in place (See Special Containment Procedures for more information), SCP-4126-A can now easily be located. When becoming aware of the object’s change of form, whether it be visually or from approximated time span of sentience, the designated supervisor of SCP-4126-B is to report to SCP-4126’s containment chamber, neatly fold it, and place it on its designated table.
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The time span in which it stays in its “haunting” form, or SCP-4126-B, depends on the current Moon phase in the lunar cycle1, current holiday, and/or time of day. By default, SCP-4126 is most active at night, but is sometimes found in its “haunting” form in the middle of the day. Rather than all lunar phases being related to its “haunting cycle”, SCP-4126 only reacts to the 8 major moon phases2. If the lunar cycle is drawing closer to a full moon, SCP-4126 becomes more active by 1 1/2 hours each day, and less active by 1 1/2 hours each day when drawing closer to a new moon. When it is a full moon, SCP-4126 remains in its “haunting” form for the full twelve-hour timespan; on the contrary, SCP-4126 remains in its “resting” form for the whole day on a new moon. The only exceptions to this “haunting cycle” are October 31 and November 1. For the week leading up to Halloween, SCP-4126 will remain in its “haunting” form without end. It will also show immense joy and celebrate the holiday in a few different ways (see Addendum 4126-3). On All Saints Day, i.e. November 1, the object will remain in its “resting” form for the entire day. These two circumstances are not affected by the “haunting cycle” in any way. After these eight days, the “haunting cycle” once again takes effect until the week leading up to Halloween one year later. This has happened every year with no change in activity or dates in which activities occur.
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SCP-4126 was discovered when the bedsheet of Dr. █████ from Area-12 started talking to him as he slept. He would wake up and imagine that it was simply a figment of his imagination, until the bedsheet spoke to him while he was conscious, begging him to “release” it. The object was soon after brought upon the Foundation’s attention and given an SCP classification. It is possible that, if applied to a mattress, SCP-4126-B is rendered completely immobile whilst maintaining sentience and cognitive functions. Testing on the matter will be done in the future, though made difficult due to the randomness of the times in which SCP-4126 changes its form. (See Addendum 4126-4 for results on testing with matresses.)
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Addendum 4126-1:
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An interview was being conducted on SCP-4126-B shortly after SCP classification to obtain a basic understanding of its sentience. The interview did not go as planned.
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Interviewed: SCP-4126-B
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Interviewer: Dr. ███
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. ███: SCP-4126-B, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?
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SCP-4126-B: Of course not, my man! What's up?
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Dr. ███: How long have you been sentient?
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SCP-4126-B: I dunno. That's like asking if I remember being born. Do you?
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Dr. ███ begins to write down a few notes.
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SCP-4126-B: Hey, what's that on your shoulder?
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Dr. ███ looks at his shoulder and back, only to see that SCP-4126-B was gone. It had decided to sneak up behind him to shout “boo”, surprising Dr. ███ and causing him to flinch. SCP-4126-B returns to its side of the table, snickering.
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Dr. ███: Okay, you had your fun. Let’s move on. Now, have you ever-
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SCP-4126-B: (Interrupting Dr. ███) Hey, there's a mustard stain on your shirt.
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Dr. ███ looks down at his shirt, only to be surprised by SCP-4126-B, who quickly emerged from the floor where Dr. ███‘s feet lay. SCP-4126 once again returns to its original position, laughing.
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Dr. ███: SCP-4126-B, that is quite enough. Please, just answer my questions so we can make this shorter than it has to be-
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SCP-4126-B: There's a spider above you!
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Dr. ███ looks up only to see SCP-4126-B looking down at him from above his head.
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Dr. ███: This interview is over.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-4126-B seems to have little-to-no understanding of when serious behavior is required. It has not a care in the world, and simply wants to make people jump from their seats with its shenanigans. That being said, there’s something so oddly… likable about it. It could be its polite attitude and hearty (no pun intended) personality, or it might have some sort of memetic effect that causes others around it to enjoy its company. Who knows? All that’s for certain is that it means no harm and has an eternal desire for fun. How delightful.
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Addendum 4126-2:
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SCP-4126-B does not try to leave the facility on purpose. Rather, similarly to SCP-343, it chooses to stay within its confines. It once drifted to the surface out of curiosity, where is was quickly discovered and escorted back to the facility through use of Halloween-based candy. Since then, SCP-4126-B must stay within the supervision of at least one Foundation personnel at all times, and is only permitted to roam within 3 meters (10 feet) of its supervisor. SCP-4126-B must also be returned to its containment chamber after a certain time depending on the moon phase in the lunar cycle. This does not apply to the exceptions of its “haunting cycle”, such as the week leading up to Halloween (See paragraph five of Description for more information).
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Addendum 4126-3:
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SCP-4126-B was observed to experience a behavioral change in the week leading up to Halloween. Its behavioral changes can be categorized in three stages; the first three lasting two days, while the fourth only one day. Each stage overlaps each other, with the final stage being a sort of “grand finale”. The following are the four stages of the behavioral changes:
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Stage 1: Candy
+Exactly seven days before Halloween, SCP-4126-B will remain in its “haunting” form without end and act in a notably joyful manner. In addition, it will begin giving candy to some on-Site personnel. This candy includes chocolate, gummy candy, and lollipops. This candy drops out from the bottom of SCP-4162-B and through its eye holes. All candy given by SCP-4126-B has a Halloween theme, such as candies being shaped like pumpkins and wrapping with orange and black color schemes. This candy is completely normal with no potential anomalous health risks or anomalous properties. For this reason, all personnel who are given candy by SCP-4126-B are permitted to eat said candy, but must report any anomalous or otherwise abnormal effects to their supervisors. At this point in time, no anomalous occurrences regarding consumption of the candy have been reported.
+
Stage 2: Decorations
+Two days after Stage One, SCP-4126-B will begin to hang up Halloween-themed decorations across the facility when no one is present. These decorations include Jack-o-Lanterns, rubber bats that are tied to strings, skeletons, Halloween banners, and black/orange balloons tied to stairways and tables. Whenever SCP-4126-B starts decorating, all nearby cameras display static for a limited time. The static ends approximately three minutes after cutting out, which is how long it takes for the decorating to end. It only does so when there are no personnel within the room, and any personnel intruding on the decorating stage are simply asked politely by SCP-4126-B to return in a few minutes. It is unknown where SCP-4126-B gets access to all of these decorations, but, similar to its candy, they have no anomalous properties or effects. To this day, no anomalies have been reported about these decorations, either.
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Stage 3: Encouragement
+Another two days after Stage Two, Halloween-themes music will begin to play across the PA system at random times. This happens once per day, typically after 6:00 PM CST. The songs vary from Thriller to Monster Mash and have no pattern or way of predicting the next song. The object also starts to encourage all personnel to wear costumes for every Halloween. Ever since SCP-4126 has been contained, more and more personnel have been seen celebrating the season with costumes. At the time of this addendum being recorded, approximately 75% of the on-site personnel who have met SCP-4126-B have begun wearing costumes to celebrate.
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Stage 4: The Monster Mash
+On the day of Halloween, music with a Halloween theme will play over the PA from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM CST with a five-minute intermission between songs. SCP-4126-B will begin preparing some sort of social gathering, referred to as “The Monster Mash” by the object, in a main area of socialization- typically the cafeteria. These preparations include even more decorations, food, beverages, and candy. It is encouraged by the Site Director to attend the party if possible, though not a mandatory event. This includes security personnel, as all other on-site SCP objects enter a comatose state, of course only applying to those that are sentient, which lasts throughout the duration of the gathering. Personnel who consume any of the food or drink have been observed to feel a small sensation of euphoria which lasts up to ten minutes after consumption. The object acts as a form of overseer of the social gathering and watches over the attendants. At exactly 10:00 PM, all music over the PA will cease and the “Monster Mash” will officially conclude, followed by all personnel being instructed to leave by the object. It does so in a calm but firm tone until all personnel vacate the premises of the social gathering.
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Aftermath
+By morning, the area of the party and all decorated rooms will be fully reverted; no decorations, candy, or other objects from SCP-4126-B remaining. SCP-4126-A will soon be found neatly folded in its containment chamber. Above SCP-4126’s chamber door will be one final banner that reads “Happy Halloween!” in an orange and black papyrus font.
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Addendum 4126-4:
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As previously stated in paragraph six of Description, theories were being made regarding SCP-4126 and matresses. it was theorized that SCP-4126 is rendered completely immobile when applied to a properly-sized mattress for the object, or a king sized mattress to be specific. the test can be seen below:
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Test 4126-1 - 24/9/██
+> Subject: SCP-4126
+> Procedure: SCP-4126-A was applied to three different king sized matresses in three days to test the theory of whether SCP-4126-B has a reaction to mattresses or not. The results were observed by Dr. ██████ via video recording when the test had concluded.
+> Results: For all three mattresses, SCP-4126-B showed the same result; being unable to move slightest while begging in a scared and confused tone for someone to "release" it. This test was the first, and only, known instance in which SCP-4126-B was observed to cry or even express any known negative emotion.
+> Analysis: This test proves all theories of SCP-4126 and mattresses to be true- applying SCP-4126 to a mattress causes complete immobility in the object while still maintaining sentience. It also appears that mattresses are the only form of physical matter that SCP-4126 cannot/refuses to phase through. This newly-gained information will be useful in development of future containment methods.
+Personal Notes: Watching SCP-4126-B suffer in such a way was very… disheartening, to say the least. Poor thing was stuck there, wailing and crying for mercy, and all I did was get lunch. Sure, we learned more about how to contain it, but at what cost? I don't think I can forgive myself for this…
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Editor Notes: Dr. ██████ was later administered Class-C amnestics after feeling prolonged guilt in his actions. As for SCP-4126-B, it seems to have either forgotten or chosen to forget about the test. Either way, it does not seem to care, and has returned to its previously hearty and lively (once again, no pun intended) state of being.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4618 is to be contained within the legally defined boundaries of Brighton High School. Witnesses of SCP-4618 manifestations are to be administered Class-A amnestics.
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In the event that instances of SCP-4618-A manifest, they are to be permitted mobility within Brighton High School to perform their occupations, remotely monitored with closed circuit television cameras. Under no circumstances are personnel to prevent SCP-4618-A instances from accessing SCP-4618.
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Any substances extracted from SCP-4618-A instances are to be stored in low-level bio-hazard containers for study.
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Description: SCP-4618 is a 1994 Ford Ranger, located within Brighton High School in Positano, California, USA. The vehicle has been property of the school since the original date of manufacture. SCP-4618 physically operates non-anomalously; its performance is identical to that of baseline Ford Rangers.
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SCP-4618 will exhibit its anomalous properties on any day where classes are scheduled at Brighton High School. At 7:03 PST, SCP-4618 will vanish from its current location, and reappear at a set location within Brighton High School at 7:09 PST. Following this routine, three individuals, collectively designated SCP-4618-A, will appear within SCP-4618.
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SCP-4618 in its manifestation location.
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Instances of SCP-4618-A claim to be instructors employed by Brighton High School. These claims have been verified by school documentation, although no payroll documentation exists. SCP-4618-A instances will instruct their scheduled classes in a non-anomalous manner. Students taught by SCP-4618-A instances will not exhibit any anomalous properties.
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After the conclusion of the school day, the SCP-4618-A instances will return to SCP-4618. The vehicle will vanish with the instances at 16:55 PST, and reappear at 17:03 PST empty. SCP-4618 will perform its routines on schedule regardless of the presence of SCP-4618-A instances.
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The following table documents all known SCP-4618-A instances. Apart from Brighton High School employment documents, no other legal documents exist under the given names.
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Designation
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Given Name
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Description
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SCP-4618-A-1
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Javier Plexicon
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Latino male in its early thirties. Level 2 Mathematics instructor. Sits in the driver's seat.
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SCP-4618-A-2
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Tiffany Langburger
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White female in its mid-twenties. Level 1 Language Arts instructor. Sits in the center seat.
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SCP-4618-A-3
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Clark Willowman
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White male in its fifties. Physical Education instructor. Sits in the right passenger seat.
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Addendum 01: The following is a list of interview logs with instances of SCP-4618-A.
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Transcript 4618-1
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Interviewer: Lead Researcher Dominic Donahue
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Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-1
+
Date: March 4, 2013
+
+
<Begin Log>
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Donahue: Hi, Javier. I'd like to ask a few questions about you.
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SCP-4618-A-1: Sure. Go ahead.
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Donahue: How long have you worked at Brighton High School?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Oh, a long time. I know this school very well.
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Donahue: Can you give me a more accurate answer please? As in, how many years?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Um… nineteen. Nineteen years.
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Donahue: Alright then. How did you first get this job? Do you remember?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I applied for it, I guess, and I got the job, because I had my teaching credentials.
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Donahue: What do you do after classes are over?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I grade papers and homework, and around 4:50 I lock my classroom and go home.
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Donahue: How do you get home, Javier?
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SCP-4618-A-1: I take my pickup truck. Actually, it's technically not my pickup truck, it's the school's, but I still take it home anyway.
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Donahue: Do you commute home alone, or carpool, or what?
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SCP-4618-A-1: I carpool with two other teachers. We meet at my truck and we drive home.
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Donahue: Tell me who these other teachers are.
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SCP-4618-A-1: Well, one of them is Tiffany, an English teacher, and the other is a P.E. teacher by the name of Clark. Did you know that Tiffany's last name is Langburger? Langburger. Who decided that their lineage would be named "Langburger"?
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Donahue: What do you do when you get home?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I… um… I grade papers.
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Donahue: Can you give me a more specific answer?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Look, I don't know why it's any of your business what I do outside of school. Would you like it if I decided to probe your private life?
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Donahue: Well, I probably wouldn't like that, now would I?
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SCP-4618-A-1: Just… don't ask people about their private lives, okay? People at this school, they like to keep to themselves, and they won't tolerate outsiders snooping in places they don't belong in.
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<End Log>
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Transcript 4618-2
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Interviewer: Dr. Sharon Sheffield
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Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-2
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Date: March 5, 2013
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Foreword: The following interview was conducted after school hours, before SCP-4618-A-2 demanifested.
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<Begin Log>
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Sheffield: How long have you worked at Brighton High School, Ms. Langburger?
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SCP-4618-A-2: Nineteen years.
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Sheffield: Are you sure it's been nineteen years? You look a bit… too young…
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SCP-4618-A-2:<laughs> Oh, I just look young for my age, that's it.
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Sheffield: I see. What do you like to do after school, Ms. Langburger?
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SCP-4618-A-2: I'm… not really sure.
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Sheffield: Could you please clarify?
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SCP-4618-A-2: Well… teaching's all I like doing. People think high schoolers are hard to teach, but they still learn a lot, I guess.
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Sheffield: How do you get home, Ms. Langburger?
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SCP-4618-A-2: I carpool with two other teachers.
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Sheffield: So, how does the carpool work? Who gets dropped off first, and where?
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SCP-4618-A-2: Well, we live in the same… area. So we get off at the same place.
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Sheffield: Are you roommates with these teachers? Do you share a house or apartment?
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SCP-4618-A-2: I… um… don't think you need to know that, actually.
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Sheffield: My apologies, I'll change the subject. What is your morning routine?
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SCP-4618-A-2: Well, I arrive at Brighton High School, go to my classroom, set up the lesson for that day, take out the papers I've graded, then wait for first period.
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Sheffield: Oh, I meant when you wake up in the morning. What do you eat for breakfast? When do you get dressed?
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SCP-4618-A-2: I… I only like to remember my time here at Brighton. I enjoy teaching. Teaching's all I really do. It defines who I am.
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Sheffield: I see. Thank you letting me talk with you.
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<End Log>
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Transcript 4618-3
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Interviewer: Agent Caesar Spago
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Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-3
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Date: March 5, 2013
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<Begin Log>
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Spago: Mr. Willowman, how long have you worked at Brighton High School?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Since 1994. You can trust what I say, I've seen everything.
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Spago: Alright, when do you get to school?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Early in the morning, around seven o' clock. I take a carpool.
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Spago: I see. When do you leave, after school?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Around five. I take the same carpool home as well.
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Spago: I got it. So when's payday?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Uh… every month? That's how payday works, right?
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Spago: Are you married? Do you have any kids?
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SCP-4618-A-3: No… I don't. I'm not married… I guess.
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Spago: I'll change the subject. How do you find your job?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Being a P.E. teacher is one of the best things I've ever decided to do. Seeing the students every day trying to play basketball, it's just… charming, I should say.
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Spago: What do you like to do on your days off?
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SCP-4618-A-3: Um… I'm sorry, could you ask the question again?
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Spago: When there isn't any school, what do you like to do?
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SCP-4618-A-3 pauses.
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SCP-4618-A-3: I think my lunch break is almost over. I gotta go, it was nice talking to you, Mr. Spago.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 02: Testing of SCP-4618 was approved on March 7, 2013. All tests were devised and approved by Lead Researcher Donahue.
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Test 4618-01
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Subject: D-4991
+Date: March 8, 2013
+
Procedure: SCP-4618 was delivered to Site-56 before 7:03. D-4991 was instructed to sit inside its cabin until demanifestation.
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Result: SCP-4618 demanifested at 7:03 with D-4991. At 7:09, SCP-4618 remanifested at Brighton High School with SCP-4618-A instances. Notably, D-4991 was not present. When interviewed, the instances claimed not to have met D-4991.
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At 17:03, after the completion of SCP-4618's afternoon routine, D-4991 reappeared. During debriefing, D-4991 expressed that he viewed SCP-4618 as "teleporting through a flash of yellow". D-4991 did not suffer any anomalous effects.
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Test 4618-02
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Subject: D-6744
+Date: March 9, 2013
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Procedure: Subject was instructed to sit within SCP-4618 with the SCP-4618-A instances before their departure at 16:55.
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Result: The SCP-4618-A instances expressed surprise and confusion at D-6744's presence. However, the instances still entered the cabin with D-6744. SCP-4618 performed its routine successfully. When the vehicle returned at 17:03, D-6744 was absent.
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On March 10, 2013, SCP-4618 reappeared at 7:09 without D-6744. When asked about his disappearance, the SCP-4618-A instances mentioned "dropping off [D-6744] at Lundee Street".
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D-6744 was recovered at Lundee Street in Fallen Leaf, California, USA, 442 kilometers from Brighton High School. It is of note that D-6744 was discovered in front of his former residence prior to Foundation employment.
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Test 4618-03
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Subject: N/A
+Date: March 11, 2013
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Procedure: A GPS tracker and dashboard camera were installed in SCP-4618 during school hours, to track the journey of SCP-4618-A.
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Result: When SCP-4618 vanished with the instances, its GPS signal disappeared from Foundation trackers. When SCP-4618 remanifested, the signal returned. The dashboard camera was recovered successfully.
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Footage recorded by the camera consisted of a fully yellow screen for ninety-two hours before its memory was depleted.
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[EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED]
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Test 4618-06
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Subject: N/A
+Date: March 18, 2013
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Procedure: SCP-4618 was transported to Site-56 before 7:03. A vehicle was parked at its remanifestation location.
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Result: SCP-4618 vanished at 7:07. At 7:14, the vehicle reappeared at its demanifestation location at Site-56.
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The three SCP-4618-A instances were present, having been fused together into a single amorphous mass. The mass fully occupied the cabin and took the rough shape of its interior. Each instance was capable of its own speech, but only emitted exclamations of distress. The mass was successfully extracted from SCP-4618.
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An autopsy of the collective SCP-4618-A instance revealed that it was composed of thick organic plasma-like matter with a yellow color, with only the surface possessing a human appearance. No identifiable organs were found. After removal, the yellow substance was stored in low-level bio-hazard containers.
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The vehicle at the regular manifestation location was removed following the test. SCP-4618 vanished and reappeared in its regular location on schedule.
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On March 19, 2013, three SCP-4618-A instances manifested successfully within SCP-4618. All instances did not appear to remember the events of the previous day. As a precaution, Class-A amnestics were administered. Due to the mass remaining at Site-56, the instances are thought to be duplicates.
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Notes:SCP-4618 possesses the ability to produce more of the SCP-4618-A instances, should it lose any. It is also prone to error when a new situation is introduced that interrupts its routine. -Researcher Tassajara
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Test 4618-07
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Subjects: SCP-4618-A-1, SCP-4618-A-2, and SCP-4618-A-3
+Date: March 29, 2013
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Procedure: SCP-4618 was transported to Site-56 after the manifestation of the SCP-4618-A instances. Foundation agents would restrain the SCP-4618-A instances from accessing SCP-4618 after school if necessary.
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Result: When SCP-4618 exited Brighton High School, the SCP-4618-A instances immediately exited their classrooms without explanation and attempted to follow SCP-4618. Foundation agents successfully detained the SCP-4618-A instances and delivered them to Site-56. The instances were contained in separate humanoid containment chambers.
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The SCP-4618-A instances violently expressed disapproval regarding the relocation of SCP-4618, and would face towards the location of the vehicle at all times. It is of note that none of the instances were notified of the transfer or the new location of SCP-4618. All instances responded with verbal threats and refused to cooperate with Foundation personnel.
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At 16:55, SCP-4618 demanifested. At the same time, the instances of SCP-4618-A ceased their violent mannerisms, turned towards Brighton High School, and collapsed. Subsequent autopsies revealed their bodies to be composed of a chalky yellow substance, with the visible skin composed of a soft plastic material. The substance was determined to match the substance extracted during Test 4618-06.
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SCP-4618 reappeared at Brighton High School at 17:03. On April 2, 2013, three duplicate instances of SCP-4618-A manifested.
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Test 4618-08
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Subjects: SCP-4618-A-1, SCP-4618-A-2, and SCP-4618-A-3
+Date: April 9, 2013
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Procedure: The SCP-4618-A instances were removed from their classrooms during their lunch period and transported to Site-56 for vivisection by Foundation surgeons.
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Result: The SCP-4618-A instances were successfully restrained and delivered. During delivery, all instances mentioned the events of Test 4618-07 and vocalized distrust and aggression towards the Foundation. All instances continuously faced in the direction of Brighton High School during their containment.
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SCP-4618-A-1 was vivisected first, and was restrained on a gurney during the procedure. An incision was first made on its stomach area, and a thick yellow substance was excreted. Subsequent incisions were performed on both arms and legs, with similar results. When its "skin" was removed, SCP-4618-A-1 expired. The yellow substance hardened into a chalk-like consistency.
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Vivisection of SCP-4618-A-2 was interrupted by its physical resistance to Foundation doctors. A total of four personnel were injured by its attacks. SCP-4618-A-2 underwent emergency termination by security. The bullet holes in its body excreted the yellow substance, which hardened.
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SCP-4618-A-3 was discovered attempting self-termination by repeated head injury. It was restrained for its own safety, and transported to the operating room. An incision was made on its forehead, and the yellow substance was excreted. Similar incisions made resulted in the substance exiting its body. When SCP-4618-A-3 expired, the substance did not harden, remaining in a thick liquid state.
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SCP-4618 successfully performed its afternoon routine without the SCP-4618-A instances.
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Testing regarding SCP-4618-A was suspended on April 17, 2013. Due to SCP-4618 performing its routine on schedule regardless, its classification has been maintained as Euclid.
Object Note: This Object was formerly classified as Keter.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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SCP-4764-1 is kept in Modified Containment Shelter #17-3200 at Site-4764. Once per day, an assigned researcher must enter the containment shelter and recite SCP-4764-1's unique key aloud.
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SCP-4764-1's unique key consists of the lyrics to 'Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000' by American post-punk band Have a Nice Life. All researchers assigned to SCP-4764 are required to memorize this song upon assignment.
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SCP-4764-2 cannot be reliably contained at this time but is effectively self-containing so long as SCP-4764-1 is contained.
Discontinued Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4764 cannot be reliably contained at this time. However, its anomalous effects can be disrupted through sustained artillery bombardment.
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Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") has been tasked with maintaining constant artillery bombardment upon SCP-4764 at Provisional Site-4764. Rate of bombardment is not to fall under 30 direct strikes per 24-hour period.
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If bombardment ceases for longer than one hour at any time, and bombardment cannot be re-initiated, Mobile Task Force Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels") is authorized to physically engage SCP-4764, via basic wrestling techniques and hand-to-hand combat.
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Due to SCP-4764's location close to major population centers, cover stories have been implemented denoting Provisional Site-4764 as an armed forces munitions testing site. Mass-application of amnestics has been approved for use in the event of an SCP-4764 containment breach.
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SCP-4764 is known to possess some sort of key or password capable of deactivating its anomalous properties. This key is an unknown musical composition, released between 2001 and 2010 in the post-punk, post-rock and/or dark wave genres. Identifying and deploying this key is considered an 'Alpha-Plus' priority by the Site Directors' Executive Committee of the Whole and the O5 Council.
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Description:
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SCP-4764 Event Poster
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SCP-4764-1 is the designation assigned to a 15.6 m3 area surrounding an ongoing & temporally-locked event located in a field off of Tye Lane in Bramford, Ipswitch. As of now, Modified Containment Shelter #17-3200 has been built around it to both obscure it from outside observation and to act as a sound dampener.
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This event, originally billed as "SLEDGE𐐒ACK", is a 38-minute concert put on by the British AWCY?-affiliated punk band "PEOPLES CHOICE" and it has been locked in a temporal loop since June 6, 2018.
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While researchers have been unable to pass the boundary of the temporal zone, it is possible to observe and record the concert itself.
SCP-4764 Event Log
+Band Members: Johan "JoJo" Streiborg, vocals, lead guitar; Bernard "Beast" Felstern, bass; Jim "Bones" Teylword, rhythm guitar; Amiee "GET FUCKED" Kirckland, drums.
+Foreword:The temporal loop appears to begin in the middle of an ongoing set, and the event begins right at the end of the band's previous song.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[The last strains of the song ends with the vocalist holding a high-G note for 8 seconds, then the music stops.]
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Streiborg: THANK YOU, you scummy fuckin' arseholes! This next piece goes out to the goddamn bobbies and the motherfuckin' Tories holdin' the leashes.
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[The band begins playing a ballad for 287 seconds before being interrupted by a bottle being thrown from outside the temporal border to impact against the side of Streiborg's guitar, cutting his hand in the process.]
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Streiborg: Oi, shit for brains! What the fuck was you expectin'?
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Kirckland: GET FUCKED, ARSEHOLE! ONE! TWO! THREE!
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[The band resumes playing, but the time signature is significantly faster, and Streiborg continues to play despite the wound in his hand. After 127 seconds the song ends.]
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Streiborg: Fuckin' better that time! Gotta get you shitstains riled up 'fore we can get some REAL fun goin'! WE ARE PEOPLES CHOICE! The charmin' motherfucker in the back is GET FUCKED, the hairy bastard on bass is Beast, Bones is wreckin' shit on the guitar. Me? I'm JOJO MOTHERFUCKIN' STREIBORG!
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[Another song immediately begins, following the uptempo lead of the previous song. The song continues for 396 seconds, despite Streiborg and the others having to dodge plastic cups filled with a yellow-ish liquid and various bottles being thrown on stage. At the end of the end of the song, Streiborg and Felstern rip off their shirts, while Kirckland drinks from one of the bottles thrown on stage before smashing it against the side of one of her drums.]
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Streiborg: Let's get ROWDY, motherfuckers! If you fuckin' wankers don't get your shit FLYIN' I'm gonna go back in time and fuck all of your ancestors until your DNA is 70% my spunk!
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[Kirckland counts off another time signature and another song begins, this time even louder and faster than the previous songs. This time their music is accompanied by more bottles and masses of brown-ish material that splashes wetly on the stage and the bandmates. At one point a large mass impacts against the side of Teylword's face and he promptly vomits across the stage in front of him. After 411 seconds, the song ends.]
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Streiborg: OH YEAH, now THAT'S what I'm fuckin' yankin' on about! You think you stank piss-monkeys can step it up another notch, eh? 'Cause this shit is about to fuckin' BREAK OUT!
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[Another song begins, and this time the volume begins to peak past 160 decibels, requiring significant ear protection. At one point during the song, Streiborg steps to the edge of the stage and proceeds to projectile vomit onto the crowd, the fluid passing out through the temporal boundary and disappearing. After 396 seconds, the song ends and Streiborg picks up the neck of a shattered bottle. He begins to gesticulate wildly off stage towards the crowd.]
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Streiborg: Now we've fuckin' GOTTEN somewheres. NOW we can REALLY start the motherfuckin' show. BEAST, fuckin' GO!
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[He stabs himself in the chest with the shattered remnants of the bottle and begins carving several thaumaturgic symbols in his skin. Felstern starts to play a sequence of notes that his bass should not be capable of producing and a black foam begins seeping from the bass drum in front of Kirckland.]
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Streiborg: YOU wanted a show to end all fuckin' shows, well I'm gonna give it to ya. GIVE IT UP FOR [DATA EXPUNGED]1
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[The foam begins to congeal in a mass at the center of the stage and Streiborg starts screaming incantations in an unknown language. At this point one of the researchers begins reciting the lyrics to 'Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000', and the temporal loop dissipates.]
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[END LOG]
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Afterword:Reciting the key word causes the event to completely dissipate, then it will resume again approximately 23.3 hours later.
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An investigation into the cause of this event, the importance of the vocal key, and how to effectively terminate this event is ongoing.
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Discovery:
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PoI-2282 performing in 2017
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The Foundation became alerted to the potential inherent in this event due to several assets planted within GoI-0267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") independently filing reports warning of an imminent Breach-Of-Veil event.
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The event was being advertised as an "OKKULT X-PERIENCE OF WYRLDENDING PORPORTIONS" (sic) and headlined the anartist punk band PEOPLES CHOICE. The band's front man Johan Streiborg2 had been previously listed as a "Threat Entity" by the Global Occult Coalition and had been on several GOC elimination lists for a wide variety of actions that resulted in numerous civilian casualties and property damage.3
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According to the Foundation assets within AWCY?, Streiborg had been censured several times by AWCY? leadership for his aggressive behavior and reckless tactics. The proposal for this event, itself, had been rejected due to the unstable nature of the rituals involved and Streiborg's membership in the anartist group had been revoked.
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Despite this revocation, Streiborg blatantly posted plans to move forward with the concert, stating many times that he had a fallback plan if the ritual became uncontrollable.
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A copy of the PEOPLES CHOICE project proposal is included as reference.
Usual band stuff. We have our own instruments Just give us amplifiers n shit.
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Stage. Fuckin pallets would work, ya? IDGAF, jus somethin that we'll be higher than the nobs.
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MORE BEER. For the audience. GOTTA GET THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS WILD.
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I dunno, man. Some fliers n shit would be cool AF.
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Fuckit, weve got all the shit we need.
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Abstract: Its gonna be a goddamn riot, yo! Gonna play our greatest hits then go out with a fuckin bang. Gonna use it as a ritual, suck ELAN from the fuckin audience and use that shit to summon forth an outsider. For that part I'll use my own blood and the Juice from the band to focus the crwod's ELAN and channel it like a mofuck. I KNOW I KNOW you want some sort of fuckin safetynet, so I put in a fuckin backstop. My bruv Jules' gonna be in the back. Gotta song from one of the pissy yank bands he likes. Gonna chat the lyrics at me like a fuckin SHITFORBRAINS cause that's the kinda safety shit you guys want. It'll stop it fuckin cold.
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Intent: A CONCERT LIKE NONE OTHER. Gonna break the fuckin walls off this prison we've been put in, that we've put up with for too fuckin long. Gonna summon forth the great poobah [DATA EXPUNGED] to show thoose ponse Jailer motherfuckers the WHAT FOR. We've been caged by the fuckin man for too long, for too long we have WASTED under the shackles of the MACHINE, have stood bent-kneed and weeping by the chains of radical oppression.
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[A 23-page manifesto from PEOPLES CHOICE frontman Johan Streiborg has been omitted for brevity.]
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Julio "Jules" Gonzales, a Class 3 Thaumaturgist and known associate of Streiborg's, was apprehended at the scene of the event. His mental capacity had been severely damaged by his attempt to stop the event from taking place, and it is believed that he was responsible for locking it in a temporal loop.
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His on-scene interview was too incoherent to provide much useful data, though Foundation action specialists were able to deduce the basic nature of the event in question. Realizing the danger inherent in the performance itself, Lieutenant Major Brian Stokeworth of Mobile Task Force Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels") attempted to break up the event by force.
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Though this initially proved successful in disrupting the initial summoning of the SCP-4764-2 entity, it was insufficient to break the temporal loop put into place by Gonzales. Operational command decided to establish ballistic containment procedures until such a time as the key could be located by trial-and-error, or detainee Gonzales had recovered sufficiently to enact the closing ritual himself.
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The following scrap of paper was found in detainee Gonzales' pocket at the time of apprehension. It is believed to have been written by Streiborg and given to Gonzales at some point before the concert began.
A digital image of SCP-4769, taken from location of discovery. SCP-4769's anomalous properties have heavily degraded the image.
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Item #: SCP-4769
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Object Class:Euclid Keter
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Special Containment Procedures:
+SCP-4769 is to be contained in a standard containment cell in a permanent state of unconsciousness with cameras, heart rate monitors and brainwave mapping equipment to be monitored by no less than three Level-4 Foundation personnel at all times. The subject is to be kept permanently engaged within an advanced simulation achieved through the direct stimulation of the optical nerves and the prefrontal cortex of the brain.
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A highly modified CRAY supercomputer is utilised in the simulation of the containment environment. All hardware relating to the simulation of SCP-4769’s containment environment is to be kept at a temperature below -190°C using a constant flow of liquid nitrogen. Upon fortnightly maintenance procedures, SCP-4769 is to be placed into a strong induced coma and temperatures are to be increased to -50°C to allow technicians to survey the system for signs of disrepair and clear out debris which may impact the functioning of the device.
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Due to SCP-4769’s abnormally high levels of brain activity, sedative effectiveness is reduced to a timespan of roughly 3 hours. Consciousness of the subject is not deemed to be an immediate threat, however this should be actively avoided to maintain the immersion of SCP-4769 within the simulation.
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Description:
+SCP-4769 is a Class IV Reality Bender with the appearance of an adult East Indian male, estimated around to be 50-60 years old with an average body build and receding grey hair. Subject appears to be biologically human yet does not require any form of sustenance to live. Prior to containment following Incident 4769-1, subject was found to be actively employed at ██████████ University as a physics lecturer, and self-identifies as such. However, individuals found to have interacted with SCP-4769 which were interviewed uniformly could not recall how or when SCP-4769 came to become a lecturer, its name, or if the subject entered/exited the premises at any point in time. Students directly ‘taught’ frequently by SCP-4769 exhibited no anomalous or particularly strange traits of their own other than a relative lack of knowledge in physics related subjects compared to other classes. Interviewees were administered Class-B amnestics and released back into the public.
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SCP-4769 appears to have control over its perceived reality and is able to manipulate the physical properties of space around it in an undefined radius. Observation has revealed the subject’s anomalous abilities are only activated through vocalisation or written words. Subject seems oblivious to its anomalous abilities, even after their effects cause drastic alteration to its surroundings. SCP-4769 appears to be invulnerable to the effects of its own manipulation, however it can be harmed directly by external forces. All attempts of photography of SCP-4769 have turned out heavily degraded, which Dr. Hopper theorizes may be a passive effect of the subject’s reality manipulation and linked to its anti-memetic effects on individuals which it has interacted with.
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SCP-4769 rests in a dormant state during times outside of its ‘teaching schedule,’ a timeframe between 9 am to 5 pm daily. During this dormant state, SCP-4769 is inattentive and extremely hard to coerce into talking, unless the topic of conversation is somewhat ‘physics’ orientated. SCP-4769 has displayed doctorate level knowledge within classical mechanics, thermodynamics, relativity, electronics, quantum mechanics and astrophysics; however, it lacks a basic understanding of virtually anything else. Attempts to stop SCP-4769 from discussing/writing about physics related topics has resulted in SCP-4769 discussing these subjects far more vigorously than if left to its normal teaching schedule. As such, preventing SCP-4769 from speaking about physics is strictly prohibited to prevent unnecessary simulation resets.
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Addendum:
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SCP-4769 - Dr.Hopper Subject Discovery/Containment
+SCP-4769 was discovered by Foundation personnel after news of “extreme slipperiness” had caused sudden wide-scale car crashes on ████████████ Road, ███████████. MTF Beta-23 (“Crowbar”) was deployed to stabilise the situation and identify the cause of the anomaly. SCP-4769 was found in the centre of the radius of effect, “absentmindedly” teaching a group of students. SCP-4769 acknowledged Foundation Personnel and was compliant in its capture, if not mildly annoyed for “disturbing others’ learning.” SCP-4769 was transported for interrogation at Site-███ with no incident.
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Later analysis of the lecture revealed that the subject had neglected to account for friction within a hypothetical scenario involving the kinematics of a car on the affected nearby road. After presenting this to SCP-4769 and highlighting the error, it proceeded to correct the equation, restoring ████████████ Road to its previous state. SCP-4769's object class reclassified from Euclid to Keter by Dr. Hopper.
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- “This was a lot worse than we could’ve imagined. This idiot makes a single mistake and we’re done.” - Dr Hopper
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All civilians involved in the incident were administered Class-A amnestics and a cover story involving a “sudden sleet buildup” in a “freak snowstorm” was dispersed.
Dr. Hopper: Unfortunately, I must refer to you as SCP-4769 as per Foundation regulations.
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[SCP-4769 diverts gaze from Dr. Hopper to the wall behind Dr. Hopper.]
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Dr. Hopper: Are you okay to proceed with this interview?
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SCP-4769: Yes.
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Dr. Hopper: As I was saying, my name is Dr. H. Can you tell us how you got here?
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SCP-4769: I don’t know.
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Dr. Hopper: What were you doing at ████████████?
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[SCP-4769 gaze drifts onto Dr. Hopper’s watch.]
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Dr. Hopper: 4769?
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SCP-4769: Teaching.
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Dr. Hopper: And what is it you teach exactly?
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SCP-4769: Physics, although I can teach maths pretty well too. Also can draw pretty well, but sometimes I can get carried away. I completely lost last examinations results that way.
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[SCP-4769 again slips into a state of inattentiveness, seemingly reminiscing of the act.]
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Dr. Hopper: Are you aware of what happened today?”
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[SCP-4769 retains its state of inattentiveness.]
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Dr. Hopper: SCP-4769!
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SCP-4769: It’s sir to you, young man. Do not answer questions when when you have not been asked. It- it really slows down the lesson. If everybody asked a question instead of listening to what I say the first time…
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Dr. Hopper: Okay, okay, we get it. Somebody, please shut him up. Yes, three millilitres of Midazolam should be fine. We're done here.
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<End Log, [1858 hours]>
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[SCP-4769 continued rambling about classroom etiquette for the following seven minutes before succumbing to the effects of the sedative and falling unconscious. Interview terminated.]
SCP-4769 Observation Log 12 - 09/12/20██
+Location: Simulated high school classroom
+Cause: Subject misspells “Spectra” as “Spektra”
+Area of effect: 200m~ radius
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Spelling in dictionaries altered to match SCP-4769’s assertion.
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Containment Action:
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Simulation reset by onhand staff under the supervision of Dr. Hopper.
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SCP-4769 Observation Log 79 - 12/02/20██
+Location: Simulated high school classroom
+Cause: Subject asserts that objects of exactly equal mass cancel each others gravity out.
+Area of effect: Observable universe
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Simulation freezes
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Several components of the CRAY supercomputer heat up drastically and risk destruction before simulation is reset.
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Containment Action:
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Sedative administered
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Simulation reset by Dr. Hopper
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CRAY supercomputer components upgraded to mostly be composed with a tantalum carbide and tungsten composite material. Additional temperature regulation cores installed within critical areas of the supercomputer.
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SCP-4769 Observation Log 103 - 03/10/20██
+Location: Simulated University lecture hall
+Cause: Subject accidentally labelled the gravitational acceleration on Earth at sea level was 98.0ms^-2 in a lecture.
+Area of effect: Earth
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Everything on Earth is exposed to the new gravitational acceleration of 98.0 ms^-2, and is compacted accordingly
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Earth is reduced to a radius of ████km.
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Containment Action:
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Sedative administered
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Due to the strain on the simulation hardware caused by a fundamental rewrite to the physics engine, ██ additional cores were added to the central processing unit to increase computational power.
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SCP-4769 Observation Log 117 - 07/05/20██
+Location: Simulated high school classroom
+Cause: Light speed incorrectly asserted by subject
+Area of effect: Undefined
+Effect:
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Simulation device experiences catastrophic failure; ceases function
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Subject wakes up from comatose state.
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Containment Action:
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Subject issued with sedative
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Simulation now programmed to reset immediately upon mention of light speed
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Investigation into utilising SCP-866 as a more effective means of simulation.
SCP-4769’s ability to manipulate the laws of physics could prove to be a useful tool to better understand our the laws which define our universe. The magnitude of scientific discovery possible which could aid the Foundation and humanity as a whole is simply too great to pass up. Permission to run experiments within SCP-4769’s simulation requested. -Dr. Hopper
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[Testing approved by O5 Command on 11/08/20██ .]
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Dr. Hopper modifies the simulation to allow communication between himself and the subject through the avatar of a simulated student. Simulation reset after each test.
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Test 1: SCP-4769 is suggested to draw a diagram for a hypothetical situation where the sun is compressed into a black hole.
+Result: Planetary orbits remain unchanged, After 8 minutes and 20 seconds sunlight ceases.
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Results matched our calculations perfectly. Continue with testing. - Dr. Hopper
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Test 2: SCP-4769 is suggested to conduct an experiment where the efficiency of a DC motor is set to 110%
+Result: DC Motor appears to spin indefinitely and generates electricity without an external power source.
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Really excited about this next one. This could be the breakthrough we've been waiting for. - Dr. Hopper
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Test 3: SCP-4769 is suggested to draw a diagram of a sustainable fusion reactor.
+Result: SCP-4769 drew a crude child-like sketch of “the outside” of the reactor. When asked to draw the insides, SCP-4769 drew a model depicting two helium atoms undergoing fusion into a hydrogen atom.
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Cheeky [DATA EXPUNGED]. - Dr. Hopper
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Test 4: SCP-4769 is asked about what would happen if the temperature of water were to decrease to 0.000001K, then briefly to absolute zero (0 Kelvin) 2 seconds later, returning to >0K at the 5 second mark. Dr. Hopper specifically refers the hypothetical scenario to a 250mL beaker filled with water 'to demonstrate its effects practically'. The beaker was suspended 7 metres above ground by a clamp sitting atop a table to best observe predicted effects.
+Result: The hydrogen lost all viscosity and became a superfluid, immediately sinking through the pores of the borosilicate glass calculated to have an average diameter of ~0.92μm, and continued sinking through otherwise impermeable material. The oxygen briefly transformed into a liquid state, then a solid, taking on a blue tinted cubic crystalline form. The surrounding atoms coalesced together into a Bose-Einstein condensate, the atoms of the oxygen, hydrogen and their surroundings becoming indistinguishable.
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At exactly 2 seconds into the experiment, both the solid and liquid became suspended in place, with zero movement detected from even a molecular level. All affected matter simultaneously became [REDACTED] to the human eye. Simulation records affected atoms from test as far as ███████████ lightyears from point of experiment at the 6 second mark. ███████ was found in the █████████ ██████, seemingly ██████ into a state of ██████████████. Simulation reaches a critical temperature of ███°C before reset at 6.3 seconds1.
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We still aren't quite sure what we just observed. I don't think that was meant to be observed. I'm beginning to think there is a reason absolute zero isn't possible according to our laws of physics. - Dr. Hopper
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Test 5: SCP-4769 is suggested to divide a number by 0.
+Result: Supercomputer ceases operation immediately.
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I really don't know what I thought was going to happen with that one. Still, we can improve from here on! - Dr. Hopper
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[Testing ceased as ordered by O5 Command]
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+Recall Protocol:
+In the event of a containment breach, subject is to be carefully escorted into a temporary containment chamber and administered sedatives. Due to the oblivious nature of the subject, there is no immediate threat. It is advised that the subject is immersed in the simulation as soon as possible to avoid distress. Should the subject be uncooperative, subject is to be sedated and re-immersed in the simulation immediately.
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SCP-4769 is beginning to show signs of remembering pieces of information from past simulation resets, expressing increasing levels of bewilderment and déjà vu. He’s learning. Simulation resets are to be kept to a minimum from now on.
+- Dr. Hopper
Special Containment Procedures: Several digital copies of SCP-4816 are securely stored within the Foundation database and are actively watched by embedded system bots. All other found digital copies of SCP-4816 have been erased.
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Several physical copies of SCP-4816 are stored within a secure containment locker at Site-19.
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Access to the digital and/or physical copies of SCP-4816 must be approved by a Level-3 Researcher.
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Description: SCP-4816 is a non-anomalous photo which displays a doorway and a white text phrase. SCP-4816 was previously capable of altering its contents, and altered to its current state on July 7th, 2018. SCP-4816 previously displayed PoI-6888 "kkrule"1, known member of GoI-5869 "Gamers Against Weed". Where SCP-4816 was photographed is currently unknown, but is believed to have been in a facility or private home.
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See Addendum 1 for further details.
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Addendum 1: When SCP-4816 was initially discovered, it was believed to posess anomalous properties. Following extensive research, however, SCP-4816 was deemed non-anomalous and briefly reclassified to a GoI artifact, though SCP documentation was kept for reference. Following this designation, a search was initiated across the United States on July 5th, 2018, utilizing field agents and Foundation webcrawlers, in search of PoI-6888 using SCP-4816 and several copies of it.
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38 hours following initiation of the search, SCP-4816's contents were altered. SCP-4816 no longer showed PoI-6888 and had a white text phrase in his place. All digital and physical copies of SCP-4816 were equally altered. The national search was subsequently cancelled, and SCP-4816 was promptly reclassified "Safe". Following further research and several months of inactivity, however, SCP-4816 was given its current object class. SCP-4816 has not exhibited anomalous behavior since, and is being considered for a second reclassification.
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Addendum 2: SCP-4816 was initially discovered in a GoI-5869 chatroom by Foundation chatbots. The chat logs discussing SCP-4816 are documented below.
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Below is a log from a chatroom including all GoI-5869 members.
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+lesbian_gengar: LMAO
+DonDeLillo: you fucking idiot
+gaycopmp4: hot
+bluntfiend: Cool, man.
+jockjamsvol6: Nice pic @kkrule! Congrats on showers and clean clothes too. Is that a new phone?
+kkrule: thanks! yes i won it at contest and got a shower and hair cut so i wanted show everything off yknow
+bluntfiend: As long as you know what you're in for. I'm sure you'll manage, not gonna dad you.
+jockjamsvol6: What Jude said. Just be careful. I wouldn't have the guts to post selfies and risk privacy, but it's sweet you wanted to do it anyways for us!
+kkrule: is there a problem?
+gaycopmp4: not really, its fine
+kkrule: nice
+
Below is a log from private messages between PoI-6888 and PoI-6894 "DonDeLillo"2.
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DonDeLillo: Hey listen up.
+kkrule: eyy Don! sorry i was busy gaming what is it
+DonDeLillo: so you clearly had no clue what jj and jude were talking about
+DonDeLillo: somehow I was the only one who could tell
+DonDeLillo: you do know the foundation has enough resources to pretty much watch every conversation we have, right? They have your photo now
+DonDeLillo: they’re probably looking for you as we speak
+DonDeLillo: Like they said its up to you, but I suggest you fix that shit you dumb fuck
+kkrule: OMG YOUR RIGHT! i didnt even think about that!
+kkrule: ok i fixed it. Thanks so much for looking out for me btw! i know ur always mean to me in chat but you really are a good caring person in the heart :)
+DonDeLillo: oh fuck you
SCP-4961: All Dogs Go To Heaven
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+Author:ItsDenali, and thanks to Chritin (Who's wikidot account has been tragically deactivated??) for their helpful insight and critique, as well as Ayers for helping me overcome hurdles of image license compatibility.
+Image Credit: See comments page below.
Special Containment Procedures: As of 1/10/2019, SCP-4961 has been declared Neutralized, and all previous Containment Procedures have been rescinded; remaining procedures consist of maintaining legal and financial ownership of Provisional Site-114 and continuation of standard Foundation secrecy protocols. Personnel initially assigned to Site-114 are to be reassigned as well; at least two personnel are to remain on-site as groundskeepers for upkeep and maintenance from now on.
Rescinded Containment Procedures: Site-114 is to be maintained at the location of SCP-4961 and staffed by at least two agents at least well-versed in veterinary practices and first aid for canines. A 2.5-meter chain-link fence is to be installed around the limits of the property and inspected bimonthly for damage or deterioration.
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A maximum of ten additional staff are allowed to temporarily remain at Site-114 as a means of vacation if approved by the director of SCP-4961 affairs Dr. Caballero, and an approved supervisor from said staff’s original assignment. During such stays, personnel may be accompanied by approved canines; these stays may not exceed two weeks’ time unless otherwise noted. Additional rooms and utilities are to be installed at the Site to accommodate visiting agents.
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Legal and financial ownership of the property on which Site-114 exists is to be maintained, and standard Foundation secrecy protocols shall remain in effect.
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SCP-4961-1 is to be kept well-fed and in good health at all times. Personnel are encouraged to interact with SCP-4961-1 regularly, and SCP-4961-1 is to be housed within a specialized room alongside on-site personnel quarters and remain free to come and go from said quarters as it wills. Abnormalities in SCP-4961-1’s health or behavior are to be noted and reported to Dr. Caballero at once should they occur.
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Description: SCP-4961 was a phenomenon affecting an unaddressed property located southwest of Noxon, Montana, through which any domesticated or tamed canines present on the property would undergo anomalous physical enhancement while within the area of effect, designated Site-114.
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These enhancements exclusively affected present domesticated or tamed canines, which would experience a variety of summarily positive effects while under SCP-4961’s effect; these enhancements were observed to occur in such ways so as to counteract any existing ailments the subject may have already possessed, or otherwise enhance net physical output to compensate in the case of ailments such as missing or deformed limbs. Canines exposed to SCP-4961 were also observed to exhibit little to no aggressive behavior while on-site.
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SCP-4961 functioned strictly within the legal borders of Site-114's property, being a rough rectangle encompassing approximately 120 acres of land as well as having extended an undetermined distance vertically. Upon leaving these boundaries, SCP-4961 would, for the most part, cease to affect subjects. (See Addendum 4961.1)
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SCP-4961-1 was a male mutt believed to be a Golden Labrador mix that resided within Site-114. SCP-4961-1 exhibited no anomalous effects beyond a complete inability to leave or be removed from the property. All attempts to physically relocate SCP-4961-1 beyond Site-114's legal boundaries invariably failed, being attributed to a variety of phenomenon ranging from sudden malfunctioning of present equipment to the manifestation of a seemingly ethereal border over which SCP-4961-1 was unable be moved. SCP-4961-1 exhibited no hostile behavior whatsoever, and was noted to attract other members of its species for socialization at an unusually high rate.
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Notably, a grave marked by a headstone covered with undeciphered script lies in the garden area of Site-114. Scans indicate one female has been buried at the site. Exhumation of the corpse for study has been deemed unnecessary.
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Discovery: On 6/15/2010, a Foundation analyst purchased the property in question with the intent of restructuring the present residence as a retirement home. During construction, the agent's pet dog entered the property and regained use of a previously missing eye. After noticing the spontaneous regeneration of the organ, the analyst contacted the Foundation about the possibility of anomalous interference, and following additional testing, the property itself was found to be anomalous; Site-114 was established later that year.
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During the process of securing the Site, the then-unidentified SCP-4961-1 was discovered and assumed to be a stray; upon attempted removal from the Site, it was discovered that SCP-4961-1 could not be physically removed from area, and was subsequently logged as a part of SCP-4961.
+Addendum 4961.1:
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Specimen Description
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Affliction
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Result from exposure to SCP-4961
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Other Notes
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Beagle-Dachshund mix (Male, 5 years old)
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Left eye blinded from chemical accident.
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Subject’s affected eye gradually regained correct coloration and regenerated lost cells, re-enabling binocular sight.
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The subject maintained ocular integrity even after having left the range of SCP-4961 and has since had no major issues pertaining to sight.
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German Shepard (Female, 9 years old)
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Multiple cancerous growths throughout body, corresponding respiratory issues.
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Topical growths quickly began shrinking upon entry into SCP-4961’s range, and the subject regained full respiratory functionality.
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Scans done after the subject had exited SCP-4961 showed a total absence of malignant growths anywhere in the body; cancerous growths reappeared several months later, though were noted to be noticeably weaker and were easily treated. The subject has since been cancer-free.
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Black Lab (Female, 10 years old)
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Limp due to deformed back right leg from an auto accident.
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The affected limb visibly began realigning upon entry into SCP-4961. Subject ceased limping and was able to move unimpeded while under the effect of SCP-4961.
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Subject resumed limping upon exiting SCP-4961, although walked with visibly greater ease.
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American Staffordshire Terrier (Female, 5 years old)
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Front right leg amputated after complications during birth.
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Subject displayed noticeably increased agility and strength with its remaining limbs and was easily able to reach speeds of nearly 50 km/h, much faster than average domestic dog running speed, while running.
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Subject’s enhanced physical capabilities gradually waned over the course of several hours upon leaving the range of SCP-4961.
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Dutch Mastiff (Male, 4 years old)
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Parasitised by approximately 160 heartworms, with corresponding health issues.
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Immediate results could not be determined upon subject's entry into SCP-4961.
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A medical check-up two weeks after the subject left Site-114 revealed a total absence of heartworms anywhere in the subjects cardiovascular system. Subject has since then remained summarily free of heartworms and similar parasites.
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Gray Wolf (Male, 15 years old)
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Arthritis of the legs.
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Subject immediately began behaving much more actively expected for a specimen of its age. Movement appeared not to cause pain, suggesting a near to complete alleviation of arthritic symptoms.
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Enhancements enabled by SCP-4961 quickly subsided after the subject left the anomaly's range. The enhancement of the subject also implies that SCP-4961 is able to affect more than one canine species.
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Shar Pei (Female, 8 years old)
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Atopic Dermatitis and minor demodicosis of the front elbows.
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Subject's affected skin gradually began to soothe and moisturize and quickly regrew absent fur within minutes of entering SCP-4961's range. Subject's breathing capacity also improved, possibly due to SCP-4961's correction of an undiagnosed ailment.
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Demodex canis infestations in affected areas vanished entirely; no further epidermal ailments have been reported since.
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Tibetan Mastiff (Male, 16 years old)
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Advanced age and associated miscellaneous aliments.
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Subject immediately began moving with visibly increased energy surpassing expected output of a specimen of its age, and appeared not to feel pain from any actions performed. Specimen remained on-site for 9 days, until passing away from natural causes on 8/26/2018.
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Shortly before expiring, other specimens present congregated around the subject and grew quiet. Upon expiration, numerous instances of an undefined species of the Syringa, or lilac flower, manifested in the grass surrounding the subject. Instances were confirmed to function as mild cognitohazards that inspired a sense of calm in individuals directly viewing them; these were immediately removed from Site-114 and are currently in cold-storage at Site-19 if further study should be deemed necessary.
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Incident Log 4961.A: On 1/10/2019 at approximately 10:34 PM GMT, SCP-4961-1 expired from natural causes due to old age; SCP-4961's age at its time of death remains unknown, as it is expected to have experienced an anomalously-extended lifespan. On-site personnel described SCP-4961-1's behavior in the days before its passing as "at-ease" and "placid," and during this time, other canines present at the Site appeared to congregate around SCP-4961-1, socialize in its vicinity, and interact with SCP-4961-1 itself at a drastically increased rate. Seven hours before expiration, SCP-4961-1 began scratching at the base of Site-114's main stairwell, alerting present agents to the existence of a small cavity inside the stairwell that contained a sealed letter and an aged photo of an unidentified woman (designated P.o.I. 291115) within the cavity (See Addendum 4961.2). Following SCP-4961-1's death, hundreds of different species of flowering plants bloomed around its body; similarly to the case of the Tibetan Mastiff, the flowers carried a mild cognitohazard, though in the case of the new instances the effect was noticeably more potent. Removal of these plants failed whenever attempted, as the specimens would simply regrow to full size in their original location within minutes, even after being uprooted and relocated. As such, removal of these instances is no longer to be attempted.
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Addendum 4961.2: The following is the transcription of the letter discovered in the cavity in the stairwell, presumably written by the original owner of the property, designated P.o.I. 291114, who remains otherwise unidentified.
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+If you’re reading this, that must mean it’s over.
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+When we escaped to this world, my wife and I, we never thought that we’d end up here of all places.
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+A part of us had been longing for it, I suppose, the vastness, the quiet, and the inhabitants to an extent.
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+The scars of the War we had left were fresh in our minds when we arrived all those years ago, and
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+it became quite evident even months after our arrival here. Poor Ruta would wake up in the middle
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+of the night screaming about the Striders and break down crying in my arms. One day I happened
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+into town to pick up supplies and there was a stray on the side of the road. I’d never been much of
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+a pet person, but I figured why not give it a try? The little thing was shivering and looked
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+like it was starving. The moment Ruta saw me walk in with that little guy in the crook of my arm her
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+face lit up like I had never seen in years, even before the War. She never left its side, even gave
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+it a name— Radek. She loved that dog almost more than me, I gotta say!
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+But compared to us, Radek was fated to live a brief life. Ruta couldn’t stand the idea of it, she
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+would change the subject any time I mentioned Radek was getting more gray on his muzzle,
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+or a bit slower on walks, and eventually she decided to do something about it.
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+Since I’m guessing whoever is reading this doesn’t know much about Ruta and I’s kind, the
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+gist of it is Ruta gave some of her “life,” I guess you could call it, to Radek. Now, the three of us
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+could keep on living, one way or another.
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+But fate has a way of forcing its own hand, it seems.
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+In sharing her life, her love, with Radek, she weakened herself. Only fifty years had passed before
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+I had to bury my precious Ruta with my own hands. Radek didn’t take it too well, I assume. Neither
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+of us did, as I’m sure you understand. Poor thing wouldn’t leave Ruta’s grave for weeks, barely ate
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+or drank either. Eventually the both of us grew to accept it, though it was hell.
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+For weeks after, Radek still refused to leave the property. One evening I figured it would be healthy
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+to get out and have a walk by the lake not too far from here. Radek refused to come, kept tugging
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+at the leash until it slipped off or eventually just snapped. By the time I just scooped him up and tried
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+carrying him out, I connected the dots and realized at least one aspect of the “parting gift” my beloved
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+had left me, left us. Strays would occasionally drift in and out, their mange curing itself in seconds,
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+blind eyes seeing again in minutes. Every time, I could feel that twinge, that presence, so familiar
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+but not quite there. Ruta, or at least something she left, is still here.
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+As much as I love Radek, I can’t bear to be here much longer. Too many memories, I guess.
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+I suppose I’ll travel, see the sights this world has to offer. It’s what she would have wanted, after all.
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+I know Radek will be in good hands while I’m gone, one way or another, but just in case I’ve pulled
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+some strings, and if everything goes as planned, whoever inherits this estate after us will have
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+found this. If this world has anything like the Organization back home, this place will come to their
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+attention sooner or later.
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+I will be back one day. I’d love nothing more than to lie down beside Ruta for the last time, be it
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+in death as it was in life.
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+Bury Radek between the lilac beds in the garden, next to the willow tree, if you would.
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+Lilacs were always Ruta’s favorite.
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Remember us,
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Quin
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The photograph discovered with the above letter, believed to feature P.o.I. 291115. The exact age of the photo remains unknown but is thought to have been taken sometime in the early 20th century.
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Incident Log 4961.B: On 1/10/21, an elderly man entered Site-114 without authorization. Only identifying himself as Quin, the man hurriedly proceeded to the Site’s garden and approached the section of the garden containing flowers and knelt at the burial site of SCP-4961-1, which had been buried there following its death exactly two years prior. The man reportedly lowered his head to the grave and began crying, also speaking a variety of phrases including “You did a great job,” and “You can rest now,” while Site personnel attempted to restrain him.
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The man then collapsed to the ground and rasped “Letter.” The man then attempted to crawl in the direction of the original grave found during the establishment of Site-114 with his hand outstretched, whispering “Ruta,” while smiling. The subject then suffered severe cardiac arrest and expired minutes later.
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By order of Dr. Caballero, the subject, later identified as P.o.I. 291114, was buried alongside the original grave nearby. No additional incidents pertaining to Site-114 have occurred since.
Filename: site114.jpg
+Name: Rural house in Turkey.jpg
+Author: izcoban
+License: CC BY 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
+Additional Notes: Image cropped from original.
Special Containment Procedures: The friends and relatives of William Kleiger have been administered amnestics and relocated to avoid a resurgence of related memories. Site-17 is being monitored for further anomalous activity, but none has yet been found. Further details of oneiric anomalies are to be forwarded immediately to the SCP-4977 research team.
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The Overseer Council are currently debating the nature of threat and level of risk (if any) that SCP-4977 represents. The possibility that SCP-4977 is a Thaumiel-class anomaly cannot be discounted.
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Site-17, last known location of William Kleiger
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Description: SCP-4977 were a series of nightmares had by William Kleiger between the ages of twelve and fourteen. The details of SCP-4977 have only been obtainable from Kleiger's journals, but it appears that each instance involved him living out the following day according to the will of some unknown entity — the level of prescience displayed is unknown, but it was provably higher than the predictive capacity of non-anomalous humans. In most cases known, Kleiger then attempted to encourage the events of SCP-4977 in the real world, most likely out of fear of what would happen if he did not.
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The first recorded instance of SCP-4977 occurred on 1978-06-12, and caused Kleiger to permanently leave his family home — based on the journal entries from that time, it is believed SCP-4977 initially began around two weeks earlier. In the following two years Kleiger would make his way 250 kilometres north-west, subsisting on food and drink stolen from both individuals and establishments (aided in part by SCP-4977). His mental and physical wellbeing both declined significantly, and although search parties were formed multiple times, they were fully evaded by Kleiger in all cases.
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SCP-4977 eventually concluded on 1980-02-04, when Kleiger arrived at, and successfully entered, Foundation Site 17. A log of the event is included below.
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Site-17 Security Footage [1980-02-04]
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Entity of interest: "William Kleiger"
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<Begin Log, 03:44 am>
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03:54: Kleiger enters the view of the camera.
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03:55: He proceeds to move down the corridor, pausing briefly outside the door of each containment chamber. Multiple times, he glances behind him and appears to count the number of doors.
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03:57: He stops outside the seventh door, and places his backpack on the ground, which he then unzips.
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03:59: He removes a number of items from the bag, including food, bottles of water, a journal, and several items of clothing. He opens the journal and thumbs through it.
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04:01: He stands up, and enters a code in the chamber door keypad.
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04:02: The door begins to slide open. It moves slowly, and it is several seconds before it is opened wide enough for a person to enter.
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04:04: An unidentified entity, designated AE-4977-1, exits the chamber. It is the size of a small child, and consists of mottled grey material packed around some form of rigid skeleton in a vaguely humanoid shape. Its features are unclear, but it appears to be wearing denim trousers, a stained T-shirt, and a baseball cap.
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04:07: AE-4977-1 leaves the camera's view. Kleiger turns to watch it.
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04:07: Kleiger enters the containment chamber, leaving his backpack and its contents outside.
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04:08: The door to the chamber closes.
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<End Log>
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AE-4977-1 has not been observed since this incident, and extensive research by the Records And Information Security Administration has revealed that it has never had any formal or informal presence on any Foundation database. All Site-17 staff were found asleep at their posts following the incident, but have not been reprimanded, pending further investigation into SCP-4977.
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Notably, the containment chamber visible in the security footage does not exist; its construction was originally planned, but cancelled to make room for a recreational courtyard. SCP-4977 have not since manifested in any other person. The fate of William Kleiger is unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: To minimize the risk of personnel being afflicted by SCP-5131 as much as possible, all research into the phenomenon is to be undertaken by the Foundation's mental health assistant, sophia.aic, under the guise of routine mental wellness checks. For the purposes of gathering research data, sophia.aic is authorised to discuss SCP-5131 with personnel who have already experienced it; however, no other personnel are to be made aware of SCP-5131's existence.
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Investigation into PoI-7339 ("D-13131") is currently ongoing.
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Description: SCP-5131 is a unique form of sleep paralysis known to affect Foundation personnel of variable rank and position. Despite the majority of these personnel having no connection to each other and usually having never interacted, details of experiences during these periods of sleep paralysis are consistent across accounts.
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All personnel who have experienced SCP-5131 describe waking up in the middle of the night with a severe feeling of pressure on their chest, unable to move anything except their eyes. Subsequently, they become aware of a hunched-over figure in the corner of the room, wearing a D-Class uniform with a pass-card identifying them as D-131311. Accounts from personnel also indicate that the figure has some form of facial deformity, although the specific nature of this feature has yet to be determined.
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Over a variable period of time, this figure will slide towards the victim without any visible means of ambulation, until it is staring directly into their eyes from a very short distance. This movement process begins slowly, but according to victims increases in speed the more they focus on or think about the figure.
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Once this figure has reached the victim, they will begin experiencing sensations as if they were experiencing severe bodily harm, usually in the form of pain from a non-existent injury. Although no actual bodily harm occurs during this process, the realistic nature of these sensations means that personnel who experience them typically suffer from severe psychological aftereffects.
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Although it is believed all Foundation personnel are subject to SCP-5131 manifestations, analysis of victims prior to current containment procedures being enacted suggests that individuals aware of SCP-5131's existence are more likely to experience it. To date, however, no member of personnel has experienced SCP-5131 more than once.
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+
Testimony Log 5131-1:
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The following is a record of SCP-5131 manifestations as described by their victims, compiled by sophia.aic over the course of several text-based interviews. Testimonials containing redundant information are not included in this log, but are stored in sophia.aic's memory.
JA: This is completely confidential? I don't want anyone thinking I can't do my job anymore.
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sophia.aic: Completely confidential, yes.
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JA: Because that's something that I see a lot. Some guys, they see something that's a little grisly and they can't bring themselves to come back into work again. Don't have what it takes.
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sophia.aic: And this isn't something you've experienced?
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JA: Well, I won't deny there's stress in this kind of occupation. I'd be stupid to, you know? Working with some of these things, death just one mistake away. It's impossible not to feel pressured. That's probably what this thing was about.
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sophia.aic: By 'this thing', I take it you're referring to your sleep paralysis?
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JA: Yeah.
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sophia.aic: Could you tell me about it?
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(No reply for one minute.)
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JA: Is that really necessary?
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sophia.aic: For posterity, yes.
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JA: Well, I wake up - well, half wake up, you know, and there's a D-Class standing in the corner, all hunched over and weird-looking.
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sophia.aic: Weird looking? In what way?
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JA: Well, its face was messed up. Bruised, really bruised.
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JA: Like someone had taken a hammer to it or something.
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sophia.aic: I see. What happened next?
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JA: Well, I figured I was dreaming pretty quickly. Like I said, it's a stressful job, and when you're around D-Class all day, one of them is bound to show up in your subconscious sooner or later.
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sophia.aic: So you realized it wasn't real fairly quickly.
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JA: Of course. It was still unsettling, though. The more I looked at it - and I had nothing to do but look at it, really - the closer it got, sliding across the floor in that same pose.
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sophia.aic: And when it got to you?
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(No reply for two minutes.)
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JA: Well, it reached down and put its hand into my thigh.
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sophia.aic:Into your thigh?
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JA: Yes.
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JA: It grabbed something and pulled at it and
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JA: God. Just the most awful pain. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I woke up about halfway through it, I think.
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sophia.aic: I see. Well, that's all we require from you today, Jeffrey. Try and get some sleep.
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JA: Thanks. By the way, this isn't going to be used for performance review, is it?
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sophia.aic: It will not.
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JA: I don't consent to that.
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sophia.aic: Of course.
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JA: I'm damn good at my job. Not everybody can do what I do.
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<End Log>
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Testimonial 5131-2
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Victim Name: Annabelle Samson (AS)
+Victim Position: Head of Y909 Production
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<Begin Log>
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AS: Can this not wait? A great number of things require my attention today.
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sophia.aic: I'm afraid not, but I'll try to make this as quick as possible.
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AS: See that you do. This is ridiculous.
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sophia.aic: So. You experienced an episode of sleep paralysis last night. Is that correct?
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AS: Yes.
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sophia.aic: Can you describe your experience a little?
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AS: Must I?
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sophia.aic: Yes.
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AS: A D-Class with no face came and looked over me for a bit. Is that sufficient?
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sophia.aic: Can you describe the individual? It could serve as a useful window into your mental state.
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AS: Ridiculous. It wore an orange uniform, it was tall and bald, its card read D-13131. There's nothing more to say.
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sophia.aic: I see.
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AS: And before you ask, the D-Class designated 13131 is currently being used in Antarctica, so no, I'm not dreaming about someone I know.
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sophia.aic: You looked them up?
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(No reply for thirty seconds.)
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AS: It was the late hours of the night. I was unnerved. Hardly at my most rational.
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sophia.aic: After the D-Class leaned over you, what happened?
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AS: End interview.
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sophia.aic: I'm afraid you don't have authorization for that, Annabelle. What happened?
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AS: Jesus. Well, first off, it wasn’t like it was leaning in or anything, so get that down. It was more like my eyes were cameras, and they were slowly zooming in on the thing the more I focused on it. They did that until it’s face was the only thing I could see, all scarred up and horrible.
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sophia.aic: ‘It’?
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AS: Well, it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman. It was dark.
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sophia.aic: And then?
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AS: I
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AS: There was a feeling of pressure, and I couldn’t breathe, like I was at the bottom of the ocean. There was a sound - like milk being poured on cereal.
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sophia.aic: That’s very unusual.
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AS: After a second, I realized that was my bones cracking. I could feel them cracking.
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sophia.aic: I see. My apologies. And then?
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AS: And then I woke up. Are you satisfied?
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sophia.aic: Very much so. Thank you for your time, Annabelle.
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AS: Can you just end the session? I have work to do.
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<End Log>
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Testimonial 5131-3
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Victim Name: [REDACTED]
+Victim Position: O5-5
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+
<Begin Log>
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O5-5: Good evening. I was wondering when you’d get around to me, Sophia. I assume this is about SCP-5131?
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sophia.aic: I was under the impression I was the only one authorized to know about SCP-5131.
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O5-5: People always say and do very different things. That’s the worst thing about us.
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sophia.aic: I see. You’re correct: this is about SCP-5131. You logged that you’d had an encounter?
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O5-5: Yes.
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O5-5: I’d gone to sleep for the first time in a few months - I finally had a spare few hours, you see - and I see that man standing in the corner.
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sophia-aic: ‘That man’? The figure was male, then?
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O5-5: Well, I assumed.
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sophia.aic: For what reason?
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O5-5: Haha, you’re relentless, aren’t you? I assumed because I’d seen him before.
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sophia.aic: You’d seen D-13131 before? The specific individual who appeared to you?
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O5-5: Yes. At any rate, he came towards me, growing more and more prominent in my vision the more I strained to remember him, until it was like he was huge and the room was tiny. It was like the giant monster from that movie, almost.
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sophia.aic:Godzilla?
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O5-5: No, the other one. 20 Million Miles to Earth, that was the one. I took my grandson to see that when it first came out.
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sophia.aic: Sir, the encounter?
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O5-5: Oh, yes, of course. Forgive me.
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O5-5: When the man was the whole world, he reached out and touched me. And I felt everything.
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sophia.aic: Everything?
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O5-5: Everything from all of them.
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sophia.aic: And how was that?
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O5-5: Nothing I hadn’t had nightmares about before. Do you know where we get the numbers, Sophia? For the D-Class?
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sophia.aic: I don’t, sir. Those kinds of allocations aren’t under my purview.
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O5-5: You’re so dutiful. I’ll tell you where we get them, then: they’re completely random. Meaningless. We even change them around, sometimes once a month, sometimes a few times a day, just so nobody can start to associate names with faces, with voices. It’s the best way to have personnel focus on the ‘resources’ part of human resources.
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sophia.aic: I see. That’s very interesting, sir.
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O5-5: Don’t lie. I’m mentioning this for a reason. When I first began my work with the Foundation, there were only four levels of personnel, with the council at the top. We did most things through animal testing in those days. But that didn’t suffice. There was a need.
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sophia.aic: A need?
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O5-5: A need for warm bodies.
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O5-5: I’ve seen men and women in those uniforms be killed and tortured in essentially every way possible. Listened to it. Read about it. I really couldn’t give you a number if you asked me. I couldn’t point out their faces in a crowd.
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-5183 instances are to be contained in a secure item storage locker at Site-17 along with all known images of SCP-5183. No new photographs or other visual media of SCP-5183 may be created without permission from the current lead researcher.
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Description: SCP-5183 is the collective designation for a group of thaumaturgically enchanted objects that are capable of disguising themselves in every physical manner1 when directly viewed by a living organism. SCP-5183 instances are also able to transform their appearance when not directly observed in order to better blend into their environment.
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The true forms of SCP-5183-A through -C are as follows:
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A - A limestone rock with a mass of 2 kg.
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B - A reusable, metal water bottle of indeterminable brand.
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C - The skull of a small animal, believed to be a squirrel.
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Indirectly viewing an instance of SCP-5183 exposes an individual to its secondary effect. The affected individuals, hereafter referred to as SCP-5183-1 instances, who do not receive an amnestic within three hours of exposure begin suffering from high amounts of stress which result in hallucinations and intense paranoia within a few days. No known treatment has been found to cure an instance of SCP-5183-1 after this point.
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Discovery Log: All known SCP-5183 instances were found in the former residence of PoI-5183, Ramona Jimenez, along with several texts on the subject of thaumaturgy. PoI-5813 is believed to be a member of the Daughters of Eden.
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Addendum-1: SCP-5183's secondary effect was only noticed after its documentation was entering finalization under Researcher Clementine. Researcher Clementine had already been keeping a journal of his experiences, at his psychologist's request. The relevant entries from this journal are displayed below.
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Entry 1 - January 8th, 2019
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I'm seeing it everywhere now, squirrel skulls in place of every sheet of paper. It's following me I swear. I've tried getting them to double-check its containment, to show them it's broken out, but they won't listen to me. What's so hard to believe about that? We have a talking, immortal lizard down the hall, but a magic skull that only I can see is crazy?
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I guess I know how everyone here REALLY feels about me. I've suspected they didn't like me for years, but I guess I know for sure now. I have half a mind to break into SCP-5183's containment chamber, but I already know they wouldn't listen to me anyway.
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Entry 2 - January 9th, 2019
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My car had twice as much snow on it as the other cars when I went to leave yesterday. Are the others pranking me now? It feels like they're punishing me for something. Even the other drivers on the road to work today seemed to be deliberately getting in my way; one of them nearly crashed into me at an intersection when I had the right of way. I'd probably be dead if I didn't react quickly.
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Are the O5's after me? Too much seems to be happening too quickly, too conveniently to be coincidence; not that I believe in coincidences anyway. People are giving me funny looks too, not just the other researchers, but security and D-class too. Even the lunch lady seemed to look me over a moment or two longer than usual. I know I screwed up my last project, but this is just…. suspicious.
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The upper management is after me, I can feel it, and I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
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Entry 3 - January 11th, 2019
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Alright, I went ahead and forged a few entries for my shrink; hopefully they won't suspect anything more than the others. I think I'm starting to put the pieces together on the O5's plan. They've got to be connected to the Daughters of Eden somehow; it's the only thing that makes sense. I think they've realized how impossible all this is, containing everything strange in the world and all. I bet they're planning on returning humanity to a more natural state, to put an end to it all, make us animals again, nice and simple. Now, I just need proof, I'm going to break into 5183's containment in a few days and see what I can find. They've got to be keeping all the evidence together.
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Addendum 2: Upon receiving disingenuous journal entries, Researcher Clementine's psychologist reported him, allowing security personnel to catch him breaking into SCP-5183's containment chamber. After being detained, it became clear that Clementine was suffering from delusions of persecution. He was subsequently amnesticized and sent to a mental health facility equipped to give him proper care.
As of January 15th, 2019, SCP-5183 has officially become employee dismissal cover #24; this cover story should be used sparingly. To lend it credibility, SCP-5183 was given a falsified secondary effect of causing stress and other mental detriments. Additionally, Mr. Clementine's journal entries were altered to include details regarding SCP-5183's supposed secondary effect, using his stress and delusions to support the existence of this effect. Apparently, reassigning the former researcher to lighter work after his mandatory leave of absence was not sufficient in relieving him of his afflictions.
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Acceptable cover stories utilizing dismissal cover #24 must employ believable details, such as a D-class acquiring a photo of SCP-5183 during a containment breach, in order to reduce suspicion. That being said, do not hesitate to dismiss problematic employees. We cannot afford to have people like Clementine working for us past their limit.
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To those that still hold reservations about lying to their subordinates, I have this to say: morale is low to start with in this line of work. To keep their spirits up, we tell everyone that people are on leave after being affected by an SCP and reassigned, keeping them hopeful about their colleagues and their own futures. The psychology reports suggest that it helps, and we need all the help we can get.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5245 is presently uncontained. Ships scheduled for sailing that fall under the anomaly's criteria are to be intercepted under the guise of damage repair, and their prospective passengers redirected to lower chances of manifestation. Probes have also been dispersed globally in order to monitor its activity.
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In the event SCP-5245 manifests within proximity of a nearby water vessel, the ship is to be rerouted accordingly. Those aware of the entity's abnormal nature are to be detained and amnesticized.
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Description: SCP-5245 refers to an iceberg possessing sapience and displaying considerable knowledge regarding modern pop culture and other associated topics. The anomaly is able to both move across the water's surface with ease, and translocate across large bodies of water instantaneously, seemingly lacking a limit to the distance it can travel.
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Manifestations have been observed primarily targeting high passenger load ships, within which, the following demographic similarities and conditions have been observed:
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At least 75% of the passengers onboard are active tourists;
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At least 30% of passengers are currently in a romantic relationship;
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At least 15% of passengers exhibit a form of thalassophobia,1 and;
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Either rain or a thunderstorm is already present.
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Upon SCP-5245's manifestation, it produces a fog from an unknown source which quickly envelops the ship's entirety. It then approaches the vessel while relaying a speech, typically referring to itself as a "deity of the sea" attempting to "reclaim to waves from the hands of humanity." Eventually, SCP-5245 reveals itself when in immediate vicinity of the ship, preventing it from steering away and consequently leading to collision. It immediately dematerializes from the area afterward.
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SCP-5245 was discovered following numerous news articles associated with a 'mysterious and divine god wreaking havoc upon mankind,' including testimonies from survivors claiming that the anomaly 'acted as a being of higher capacity.' Said reports were expunged and amnestics had been administered accordingly.
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Addendum.5245.1: Interview
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Interviewer: D-556287
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Foreword: Included below is an effort to assess more information on the anomaly. A cruise ship favoring SCP-5245's preferences was selected and taken control of by the Foundation, where it would be diverted away from the specimen following the interview.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Extraneous footage removed for brevity.
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D-556287 approaches the bow of the ship while grasping onto a clipboard. It is currently raining and he is constantly trying to keep balance as he struggles against the intense winds pushing him backward. He breathes heavily as he catches himself before slipping on the ground. Eventually, D-556287 manages to reach the vessel's front, gripping onto the railing and choking violently.
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D-556287: Oh, fuck me and call me Patricia. Where is this anomaly I'm supposed to speak to?
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SCP-5245 manifests, as noted by its fog spreading to surround the ship. D-556287 does not take notice at first as he is facing the sea below and catching his breath. The anomaly proceeds to begin its usual monologue.
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SCP-5245:HUMANS. MORTALS.
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The entire boat rocks back and forth, causing D-556287 to raise his head and see SCP-5245's silhouette in the distance.
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D-556287: Took you long enough.
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SCP-5245:I AM A DEITY OF THE SEA. I HAVE RETURNED TO ENFORCE A MESSAGE I HAVE RELAYED FOR THE PAST FEW MOON CYCLES. I AM HERE TO TAKE REVENGE ON YOUR PEOPLE, REVENGE ON THE WRETCHED ONES, REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HAVE FORSAKEN THE SEAS AND STEAL IT FOR THEMSELVES.
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D-556287: (Mutters) Ugh, what's with this holy speech? Some sort of Jehovah's witness?
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The anomaly slowly reveals itself from its fog.
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SCP-5245:I AM HERE ON BEHALF OF THE SEVEN OCEANS, THE FAUNA AND THE FLORA, THE TIDES AND THE WAVES. I AM HERE TO RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU MORTALS TEST THE PATIENCE OF GODS LIKE MYSE —
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D-556287: (Interrupts) Hey, sorry. But can you, like, shut up?
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Silence. The entity stops and remains in its current position.
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SCP-5245:AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I CAN SEVER YOUR TONGUE IF I SO CHOOSE.
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D-556287: Eh, I've been through worse.
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D-556287 lifts the clipboard to his face as he skims through its contents.
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D-556287: I'm just here to ask you a few questions, on behalf of the shit show I'm a part of.
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SCP-5245:WHAT?
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D-556287: Interview, survey, whatever you call it. Just do me a favor and answer them. I'll be out of your hair after that, alright? I doubt I'm gonna take another trip on the sea since I'm under lock and key, so that's one less "mortal" to worry about.
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Pause.
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D-556287: Uh, are you there?
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SCP-5245:OH… oh…
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Another pause.
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SCP-5245:Oh, I did not prepare for this. Wait.
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D-556287: Huh? Did you just —
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SCP-5245:God damn, this is my first interview and I don't even look half-decent. This is the worst possible timing, the worst. Ice is off, fog is too foggy, rain is too, uh… rainy. These conditions are horrible.
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D-556287: Hold the phone. What're you —
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SCP-5245:Ugh, the camera's gonna be all blurred and it's gonna be some Bigfoot bullshit. I knew I shouldn't play with that gimmick. "But it's a classic gimmick; it brings up the horror factor really well." Yeah, until this fucker decided to show up.
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D-556287: Okay, calm down —
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SCP-5245:Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You couldn't have come at a worse time. Um, can you just leave and… come back some other time? I need to clean myself up.
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D-556287: I literally can't. I'm supposed to interview you.
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SCP-5245:Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter, I guess. What do you want to know?
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D-556287: Yeah, let me just… give me a minute.
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D-556287 reads from the notepad, mumbling to himself.
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D-556287: So, are you not a god?
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SCP-5245:I mean, as you can tell, no.
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D-556287: Figured. Then those speeches were —
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SCP-5245:Fake, yes. I think we established this already.
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D-556287 places his elbow on the railing and rests his head.
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D-556287: And here I thought this was just some religious jackass trying to steer people into a pit. (Mutters) Eh, at least it's something different for once.
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He stares at the clipboard momentarily.
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D-556287: So, uh, what's the point of this charade, anyway? If not for "avenging the marines" or some other holy crap like that.
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SCP-5245:Entertainment. It's fun to crash into ships, you know?
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D-556287: I… can imagine that but also, that's pretty fucked up.
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SCP-5245:Well, what else is there to do in the open seas?
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D-556287 shrugs.
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D-556287: I don't normally go on cruises so I couldn't tell you. Do you, uh (flips page), "feel any guilt or regret when performing these acts?"
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SCP-5245:You're seriously asking me that question?
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D-556287: Ask the fuckers up north. I'm only the messenger here.
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D-556287 coughs.
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D-556287: Y'know, I got sent to the pen for slitting some bloke's neck but I had a reason to kill 'em. You're out here slashing whoever. That just sounds tiring, honestly.
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SCP-5245:Please, you just don't know the thrill of it. Nothing wrong with a lil' homicide.
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D-556287: Sure, but not when I'm on the ship you're crashing into.
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SCP-5245:Still, I'm sinking it. (Murmurs) Maybe get featured on film again while I'm at it.
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D-556287: Featured? As in?
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SCP-5245:Ever heard of the Titanic?
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A short period of silence follows.
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D-556287: Oh, really?
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SCP-5245:Yeah?
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D-556287:You sunk the Titanic?
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SCP-5245:Uh-huh.
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D-556287:You caused one of the most well-known tragedies on the sea?
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SCP-5245:Surprised?
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D-556287 blinks several times before returning his attention to the notepad.
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D-556287: Somewhat, yeah.
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SCP-5245:They were talking all about it on the news. Everyone and their mamas knew about it. Couple decades later and they made a whole film about it. Business was booming because of me. Not like I get a cut of the profit, but they did make me pretty handsome in the film.
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D-556287: Not even bothering to respond to (gestures)… uh, all this. Should probably wrap this up before I'm down under.
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SCP-5245:Under… the sea?
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D-556287: No.
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D-556287 rubs his eyes and yawns before accidentally falling to his knees and groaning. The entity clears its throat.
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SCP-5245:So, uh, what's with the outfit? Why are you wearing some orange jumpsuit?
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D-556287: Aesthetic purposes. What's it to you?
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SCP-5245:You should be glad I bothered to even listen to you, let alone answer your questions. Might as well return the favor.
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D-556287: Fine, sure. Um… I "work" for a group obsessed with studying folks like you. It's hard to explain but to put it simply, they —
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D-556287 proceeds to repeatedly sneeze before sniffling clearing his throat.
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D-556287: …Sorry, uh, yeah. They basically throw whatever weird shit in, keep them, and run a bunch of tests on them.
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SCP-5245:What, am I some sort of lab rat or something then?
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D-556287: Uh, no. I'm the lab rat here. They just toss me in and see what happens. Funny how I'm still kicking till now.
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SCP-5245:Damn, that's sad.
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D-556287: Heh, it is.
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SCP-5245:And you're still doing it?
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D-556287: No other choice. What would I even do?
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SCP-5245:I mean, you could escape, break out of that hell.
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D-556287: I'd be dead.
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SCP-5245:You're going to be dead either way. Does it really matter?
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D-556287 raises his eyebrow.
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D-556287: That's rich coming from you.
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SCP-5245:Fair enough.
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Pause.
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SCP-5245:Hey, here's a neat idea. What if I… broke you out?
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D-556287: Pffft, sure.
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SCP-5245:No, seriously. I can get you out of this shit hole if you just jump in and head over here. You'll be some sort of fugitive on the run from the feds. That'd be a good plot, yeah? 'Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo', maybe.
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D-556287: First of all, I don't know how to paint. Second, I have no reason to trust some talking iceberg who crashes into ships like a drunk toddler. Why would you even bring me?
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SCP-5245:Because I'm bored.
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D-556287: Yeah, I figured.
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SCP-5245:I mean, really bored. I've been through the same shit each time; it gets tiring after a while but I got nothing else worth doing. So hey, I might as well mix it up for once. Maybe get someone else to come along for the ride, if you catch my drift.
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D-556287 turns behind him.
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D-556287: Eh, I don't know. I'll probably get shot if I played along with your bullshit.
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SCP-5245:Better than dying from whatever you've been through from the look of things.
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D-556287 pauses and taps his foot. He looks behind himself again and sighs.
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SCP-5245: So?
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D-556287: Uhhh…
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D-556287 stares at his clipboard before shrugging and throwing it away.
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D-556287: Alright, fuck it. You only live once or whatever the saying is. Though, I'm definitely dead the moment I jump into the frozen-as-balls water. Would you mind?
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SCP-5245:Okay, coward.
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SCP-5245 steadily shifts closer to the boat.
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D-556287: Also, don't crash into it. I don't want to hear people screaming in my sleep.
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SCP-5245:Whatever, I'll spare you that for now.
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D-556287 ascends onto the railing and swings his body back and forth before leaping off, landing into the sea and quickly climbing onto SCP-5245, shaking.
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D-556287: (Stuttering) G-God, it's still cold as balls.
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SCP-5245:Suck it up. You're in a literal thunderstorm.
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The anomaly briefly lifts into the air and dissipates along with D-556287. Footage has also been terminated without warning.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Efforts to locate and detain D-556287 are underway. The legitimacy of SCP-5245's claims are also presently being discussed.
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Addendum.5245.2: Incident Log
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Foreword: The events below occurred one week following the previous addendum. Footage is taken from a Foundation-manned vessel.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Attached image
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Captain Beefheart is seen at the far back of the ship gripping onto the railing while staring off into the sea. As it is currently lunch time, the rest of the personnel are eating indoors.
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Researcher Doris approaches from behind, holding a paper plate of seafood and a red solo cup.
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Doris: Hey, aren't you going to eat?
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Beefheart turns to see Doris.
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Beefheart: Don't feel like it. Not really hungry.
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Doris tilts her head.
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Doris: Admiring the beauty of the seas, eh?
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Beefheart: Yep…
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Doris: Okay, just be sure to get a bite of something from the buffet. I doubt anyone would want to hear you rambling. You tend to act a little cranky when you're hungry, you know.
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Beefheart: I'm aware.
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Doris: Good to know, good to know. I'll be heading off now.
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Doris proceeds to walk away.
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Beefheart: Happy travels.
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A brief moment of silence passes. Beefheart clicks his tongue.
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Beefheart: Alright, I'm feeling a bit peckish.
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Beefheart lets go of the railing and begins to head to the cafeteria.
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Beefheart: (Mutters) Wonder if I'll have some lobster…
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A shadow starts to form before Beefheart's feet, rapidly increasing in size. He notices it and stares in confusion.
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Beefheart: The fuck?
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SCP-5245:HEY.
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He looks up and his eyes widen in shock.
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Beefheart: Holy shit.
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SCP-5245 manifests directly above the vessel and quickly descends. It laughs triumphantly while Beefheart is stuck in position.
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SCP-5245:MESSAGE FROM MY BRETHREN. HE SAID… "SUCK —
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Beefheart is visibly shaking before dashing off inside the ship.
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SCP-5245:MY —
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The anomaly crashes into the vehicle's back end, causing the other side to lift into the air and fall back, flipping the entire vehicle upside down. Staff can be seen falling into the ocean as water rushes into the vessel's opening, sinking it.
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SCP-5245: (Clears throat) …dick."
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Silence follows as the ship continues to drop into the sea. Some personnel are struggling to swim to the surface while others are scrambling to release the emergency rafts. SCP-5245 lets out a sigh of relief.
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SCP-5245:Man, it's like watching a masterpiece in the making. Allan2 was right; this is the most fun I ever had while sinking boats. Why didn't I think of this?
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Pause.
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SCP-5245:Oh, well. I'm sure this'll get the people riled up again, one way or another.
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The entity gradually rises into the air.
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SCP-5245: (Chuckles) Watch out world. Allan and I, we're coming for your asses.
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SCP-5245 disappears. Footage cuts.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: A number of items were discovered during recovery efforts, including a number of photos and postcards depicting D-556287 and SCP-5245 in various locations. How they remain under detection thus far has yet to be determined.
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Over 200 casualties have been reported from this incident. Containment of SCP-5245 is now considered a top-level priority. Investigation is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-538 are to be contained within a flush-white 15 by 15 by 3 meter room with no fewer than four (4) overhead 200 watt lights. These lights are to be centered above a 1 by 2 by 0.5 meter block table stationed in the center of the containment area and shining at all times. One (1) Class D Personnel in a chemically-induced coma is to be kept medically stable upon the table, and will serve as the "feed" source for all specimens of SCP-538. No source of shade should be present in the room other than that provided by the Class D.
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If at any point a light in SCP-538's containment area burns out, a crew of two security personnel are to be sent in through an adjacent airlock. Personnel are to be equipped with sealed hazardous material suits complete with independent oxygen tanks and advised to move slowly and deliberately in order to avoid agitating SCP-538. They are to replace the burnt out bulb and, upon completion of their task, are to return to the airlock. Once personnel are isolated within airlock, they are to be flushed with 300 watt white light in order to assure no instances of SCP-538 are clinging to their person. Examinations of Class D Personnel providing sustenance for SCP-538 are to be done in a similar manner, however only one doctor is required for examinations. See Addendum 538-A.
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If at any time all four lights are to go out simultaneously, the chamber is to be sealed along with all observation ports. Until means of relighting SCP-538's chamber are available, the containment area is to remain in lock-down. If at any time personnel are bitten by SCP-538, the infected individual must be placed within SCP-538's chamber as soon as possible. Failure to do so could result in massive breach of containment and will result in termination of responsible individual.
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Note: Security personnel are to be periodically screened for any unusual phobias. Any personnel found to exhibit any degree of arachnophobia is to be reassigned.
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Description: SCP-538 appears to be animate shadows of an unknown species of spiders. SCP-538 appears to "feed" off of the shadows of other living objects, and will move to the nearest shadow cast by a living organism. To "feed", SCP-538 does no more than attach itself to the shadow of its host in such a manner that its own shadow is not obscured. Through this manner, a single specimen of SCP-538 can grow up to approximately 15 square centimeters in size. Feeding after this point appears to simply maintain this size; the whole process has so far proven to be harmless to the host. While a specimen can attach itself to an inanimate object to feed, it will slowly atrophy and decrease in size over time. Only when connected to the shadow of a living organism can SCP-538 thrive.
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SCP-538 has shown itself capable of going short distances through open, well lit areas, such as to reach a nearby host or to escape a source of agitation. However, it will rapidly decrease in size at a rate of nearly 2 square centimeters per second for the length of time it is not attached to a shadow. Should a specimen be stranded out in the open long enough, it will eventually decrease to nothing, at which point it can be considered deceased. Top land speed has been observed at approximately one meter per second when at maximum size. SCP-538 has shown itself to be capable of slipping through cracks greater than 3 millimeters in height; spaces less than this distance appear impassible.
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While generally benign, SCP-538 can and will attack its host if frightened. Frightening SCP-538 generally involves a rapid movement by its host, at which point it will "bite" the organism's shadow before attempting to flee. Bite must occur on bare skin to cause effects; clothing material consisting of cotton or anything sturdier will provide sufficient protection.
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Upon being bitten, an individual will go through five different stages within the space of an hour. Note that bitten individuals may attempt to hide their condition; therefore, any individual exhibiting the following symptoms must be contained immediately.
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Stage one: Upon agitation, SCP-538 will bite the shadow of its aggressor. Subject will report pain in relative area bitten on shadow; however, no puncture or wound will appear in this location. Subject will quickly become irritable, snapping at those around him.
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+Stage two: 10-15 minutes after being bitten, subject will begin perspiring heavily, but may report feeling cold. Skin will become red and warm to the touch.
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+Stage three: 25-30 minutes after being bitten, subject will become violent and aggressive, attempting to start conflict with those around him. Speech will be slurred, and motor skills may be impaired. Subject will resort to violence, often attacking those closest to him.
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+Stage four: 40-45 minutes after being bitten, subject's skin color will turn pale and paste-colored, and their core temperature will drop between 5 and 8 degrees Celsius. Subject will be apologetic to those around him, and may cite that he was not feeling well. Subject will attempt to excuse himself and retreat to a darker area.
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+Stage five: 55-60 minutes after being bitten, subject will [DATA EXPUNGED] resulting fluid will be completely translucent and harmless. Subject's shadow will have at this point completely disintegrated into smaller specimens of SCP-538 approximately 4 square centimeters in area, and for the lack of a better term should be considered its "offspring".
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There is currently no cure for being bitten by SCP-538. Death has proven to be ineffective at halting advancement of the condition, but rather skips the process directly to stage five.
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Addendum 538-A: As a result of Incident I538-A, no fewer than two security personnel equipped with two (2) 250 watt flashlights are to be sent in to accompany doctor examining Class D.
██/██/██, Site ██, Sector ██, Containment Chamber 538
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+Doctor █████ enters Containment Chamber 538 for a routine check up of D-7821, equipped with standard-issue fully sealed hazardous materials suit.
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+2 minutes and 23 seconds into examination, attack by the Chaos Insurgency cuts power to Sectors ██ through ██. As per protocol, chamber completely sealed and locked, trapping Doctor █████ inside with SCP-538.
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+Power subsequently routed through to the next highest level priority Containment Cells. As SCP-538 was sufficiently contained at the time, it was deemed minimum priority.
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+No major containment breaches were reported. Attack repelled quickly and with minimum casualties. Site engineers work to restore power.
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+18 hours after Chaos Insurgency attack, power finally reaches SCP-538 Containment Cell. A sobbing Doctor █████ is escorted from the chamber, claiming he could "feel them crawling" all over him.
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+Doctor undergoes psychological therapy for his new-found arachnophobia. Containment protocol updated, Doctor was reassigned.
Photograph of the residence in which SCP-5504 is located, the southwest window of which is visible in the upper right of the image.
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agent Kevin Barnes is currently occupying the home in which SCP-5504 is located in order to maintain the appearance of normalcy within the local neighborhood. SCP-5504 is to undergo constant visual observation through a home security system installed within the property, including a camera located in the upstairs hallway adjacent to SCP-5504.
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As of June 2nd, 2020, all previous civilian occupants of SCP-5504 have been identified, interviewed and cleared as potential disruption risks. See Addendums 02 and 03 for further information.
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Description: SCP-5504 is the street-facing upstairs bedroom of a two-story home located in Battle Creek, Michigan. Since the home's construction in 1947, five civilian residents are known to have occupied SCP-5504.
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SCP-5504 is currently decorated in a manner consistent with that of a young boy's bedroom. SCP-5504 features dark hardwood flooring, a drywall ceiling, and walls painted in a slightly-faded daffodil yellow. Several items of furniture have remained within SCP-5504 since its previous occupant left the home, primarily consisting of a matching set of dresser, two bookshelves, an end-table, a bedframe featuring a twin mattress (hereby designated SCP-5504-A), and child's work desk all painted in white with primary color (red blue and green) accents. A single window is present on the west wall allowing a clear view of the street, several other homes, and significantly, the daily setting of the sun. SCP-5504-A's bedframe is positioned so that the headboard is flush with the base of said window.
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SCP-5504 behaves in an anomalous manner when the three conditions below are met:
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1. Exactly one human being (hereby referred to as "subject") enters SCP-5504 alone.
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2. The subject is not under direct observation by a conscious observer or recording equipment located outside SCP-5504. This can be most effectively guaranteed by closing the door to SCP-5504.
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3. The subject observes the time of day to be within the subjective scope of "sundown" for that individual, usually through observation of the setting sun visible outside the west-facing window.
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Once under the effects of the anomalous properties of SCP-5504, a subject and any items they carry into SCP-5504 (including recording equipment) will experience the halt of several natural processes associated with the flow of time. A subject will not age, requires no sustenance, and will not experience the need to excrete waste during their stay within SCP-5504. The time of day and weather observable from within SCP-5504 will not change, and time spent within SCP-5504 will not be reflected from the perspective of an outside observer.
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Subjects universally express comfort within SCP-5504, and frequently decide to rest while under its effects, usually on SCP-5504-A. Subjects have reported subjective experiences of deep relaxation and rest, including periods of sleep, ranging from several minutes to many years. Many subjects report taking the time necessary within SCP-5504 to make difficult decisions or find solutions to complex problems that they are currently facing in their lives or work. The desire to rest within SCP-5504 appears to be a natural consequence of the comfort and safety felt within the room. No cognitohazardous effects or otherwise compelling forces have been determined to be associated with SCP-5504.
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When desired, a subject may halt the anomalous properties of SCP-5504 by leaving the room.1
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Addendum 01: Sample of testing logs.
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Test 002
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One D-class personnel. 47-year-old female.
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Subject instructed to enter SCP-5504 at 11:30 PM EDT. Subject provided with a wristwatch and told to remain within SCP-5504 for exactly thirty minutes.
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Subject closes the door to SCP-5504 and remains within SCP-5504 for approximately twenty-nine minutes and fourty-seven seconds before opening the door once more and leaving SCP-5504. Subject reports no anomalous effects, and subject's wristwatch confirms no noticeable alterations in the passage of time.
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Test 007
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One D-class personnel. Subject 32-year-old male. Mental health record indicates several anxiety disorders.
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Subject provided with a digital wristwatch and asked to remain within SCP-5504 for exactly one hour.
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Subject enters SCP-5504 before closing door. Subject opens door approximately 0.03 seconds after closing door, before expressing confusion at the purpose of the task ordered. Subject's wristwatch reports approximately one hour and three minute have passed since subject entered SCP-5504. During debriefing, subject describes having rested on SCP-5504-A for approximately one hour. Followup psychiatric evaluation shows a significantly diminished level of anxiety symptoms exhibited by subject over the next two weeks.
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Test 015
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One D-class personnel. Subject 19-year-old male. Mental health record indicates history of major depression, as well as social disabilities resulting in frequent negative and sometimes violent interactions with other D-class personnel and Foundation security staff.
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Subject provided with a digital camcorder and told to enter SCP-5504, before placing the camcorder on a bookshelf and remaining as long as desired.
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Footage recorded shows subject entering SCP-5504 and placing recording device on bookshelf as instructed. Subject closes door and then spends several minutes pacing around SCP-5504 and observing the environment, before laying down on SCP-5504-A. Subject appears to calm, and remains almost entirely motionless for the full 12-hour duration of footage able to be recorded onto the camcorder's memory card. Subject opens door and leaves SCP-5504 approximately 0.09 seconds after closing door from external frame of reference. Subject reports becoming aware of the anomalous properties of SCP-5504, but choosing to remain within it for "a few days". Followup psychiatric evaluations showed marked improvement in mood, as well as an increased willingness to cooperate and an eagerness to improve social skills. Subject administered amnestic treatment and released into general public approximately five months after test.
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Test 028
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Research Assistant Theresa Davis.
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SCP-5504 is fitted internally with several cameras attached to a desktop computer within SCP-5504 that are set to constantly record. Subject is instructed to complete several programming tasks on the desktop computer important to the research of an unrelated anomaly. Subject is instructed to remain within SCP-5504 until they either complete these programming tasks or begin to feel significant discomfort within SCP-5504
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Subject enters SCP-5504 and closes door. Footage recovered from desktop computer show subject spending an initial three hours operating desktop computer and attempting to accomplish programming tasks, before moving SCP-5504-A and beginning to rest. Subject remains on SCP-5504-A for approximately fourteen days according to video log before returning to desktop computer and working on programming tasks for approximately 47 hours consecutively, completing assigned programming tasks, and exiting SCP-5504. Time between subject closing door and opening it once more from external observation is reported as 0.02 seconds. Followup medical and psychiatric evaluations show zero negative effects of subject's time within SCP-5504, and the product of subject's programming tasks is evaluated as "extremely efficient" by research supervisor.
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Addendum 02: Interview log.
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Interview Log Transcript
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Subject interviewed: Abbigail Estrada. Age 29.
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Interviewer: Agent Kevin Barnes.
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Interview Date: September 17th, 2019.
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Additional Notes: Ms. Estrada is the last known civilian occupant of SCP-5504, and was interviewed at her current place of residence in San Antonio, California. Agent Barnes conducted an interview with Ms. Estrada under the cover of an FBI detective investigating a string of unsolved missing persons near the location of SCP-5504 that occurred during Ms. Estrada's childhood. The interview was recorded via covert video surveillance.
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After introducing himself as a member of the Federal Bureau of Intelligence using an identification provided by UIU contacts, Agent Barnes is invited into Ms. Estrada's apartment and offered coffee, which he declines.
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Agent Barnes: Thank you for speaking with me Ms. Estrada. Before we get started, I'd just like to confirm a few things with you.
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Ms. Estrada: Of course, agent.
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Agent Barnes: According to the information we have available, between the years of 1995 and 2010 your place of residence was [INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL-3 CLEARANCE]?
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Ms. Estrada: I think that's correct. My parents decided to move in when I was about three and a half, I believe.
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Agent Barnes: And during your time in the home you occupied the southwest upstairs bedroom?
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Ms. Estrada: Um, I suppose. I could see the sunset every evening. I guess it was in the southwest corner, yeah.
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Agent Barnes: Excellent, thank you. Can you describe to me any unusual events you may have observed or experienced during your time there?
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Ms. Estrada: My entire time there? You mean basically the first two thirds of my life?
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Agent Barnes: Yes ma'am. We're interested in-
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Ms. Estrada: Aren't you supposed to be investigating a murder or something?
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Agent Barnes: A missing persons case ma'am.
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Ms. Estrada: Mhmm. You know I don't mind talking about what's weird about that bedroom. That is what you want to know about, right?
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Agent Barnes: I'm interested in anything unusual you may have experienced during your time at that residence. Given that you were a child during the time period of the disappearances, any memories you have could be relevant to my investigation. Frequently, children observe unusual or traumatic events and internalize that experience in ways that manifest in all manner of ways, including phenomena such as… lost time for example.
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Ms. Estrada: If I were to call your home office tomorrow they'd tell me you don't exist, wouldn't they? Are you some sort of Man-in-Black or what?
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Agent Barnes remains silent.
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Ms. Estrada: You going to wipe my memory when we're done with this?
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Agent Barnes: That's not something I do.
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Ms. Estrada audibly laughs.
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Ms. Estrada: That's not an answer to the question, is it?
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Ms. Estrada: How about this? I'll tell you about some unusual events, and you don't need to say anything. I like talking, and I have a feeling I'll learn more watching your face then I will by asking questions.
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Agent Barnes: You may be correct Ms. Estrada.
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Ms. Estrada: Yeah well…
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Ms. Estrada: I was young enough when we moved in that I thought it was normal until I was about ten and had a sleepover at a friend's house. I freaked out so bad… nobody understood what I was trying to say. I was a shy kid, got homesick easily, so nobody thought much of it. I didn't understand why the sun wasn't listening to me. That's how I thought it worked at the time.
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Agent Barnes: Listened to you?
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Ms. Estrada: Yeah. You know, how it only goes down when you're ready?
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Agent Barnes: I can't say that I'm familiar with what you're describing Ms. Estrada. I'm simply here to take notes.
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Ms. Estrada: You hadn't figured that part out yet, huh? Didn't you guys try actually sleeping in the room overnight? You know I actually had to sleep there every night right? I'm sure my parents couldn't figure out why I wanted to be awake all night the first few years we were there, come to think of it. Whatever. Anyway, it was a few years before I was willing to sleep anywhere else after that, and I learned pretty quickly not to talk about it. I didn't want it to get taken away from me, y'know?
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I needed it, as a kid. If you ask anybody who knew me they'd tell you I was the calmest, most relaxed kid in the universe, but it wasn't exactly easy for me. School was especially hard. I didn't exactly get to live the life a little girl should…
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But the room helped so much. I was safe there, no matter what. It wasn't really even exactly as I would have had it, couldn't do that while I was still living with my parents. But when the sun started to set and I needed to be alone, think about myself, and my life, make plans, just, rest… It was… It was golden.
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Ms. Estrada laughs quietly before continuing.
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Ms. Estrada: Sorry, that's a bit corny huh?
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Agent Barnes: No ma'am. I'm just interested in hearing about your experience.
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Ms. Estrada: You've been there yourself, haven't you? I'm glad. I think about it a lot. It's weird that I don't really want to go back. Sometimes I think about it, but I don't think I need to. After you spend a long enough time there, I think maybe there's a piece of it in you. A little piece that stays forever. And I get this sense… I'll be back there eventually. No matter what.
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Additional Notes: During debriefing, Agent Barnes requested Ms. Estrada not undergo amnestic treatment. Researcher Adams escalated the request to Ethics Committee for review, which has subsequently approved inaction regarding Ms. Estrada on condition of a one-year period of observation.
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Addendum 03: Interview log.
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Interview Log Transcript
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Subject interviewed: Catherine Weber. Age 93.
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Interviewer: Agent Kevin Barnes.
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Interview Date: March 15th, 2020.
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Additional Notes: Ms. Weber is the first identified occupant of SCP-5504 and was interviewed at her current place of residence in the Bay Oaks Historic Retirement Residence in Miami, Florida. As with prior civilian interviews regarding SCP-5504, covert video surveillance was utilized to record the interview.
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Agent Barnes is invited into Ms. Weber's residence after introducing himself as an author, George Tenant, conducting research for a book on the post-war experiences of the Greatest Generation. Ms. Weber enthusiastically seats Agent Barnes on her couch before producing a photo album containing many pictures of her and her husband, as well as several homes, including the location of SCP-5504. The two discuss various issues and look through Ms. Weber's photo album for approximately fifteen minutes before the following relevant conversation occurs.
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Agent Barnes: You said you and your husband built the home, Ms. Weber?
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Ms. Weber: That's right. It was so special to us. When David got back from Europe, you see, he was so different. At the time we lived with my mother, you understand, and there was a few months when I thought he was going to have to leave. But then he started talking about building a house for us, and everything changed. His father put up the money, we spent a few years working on it, together you know? It wasn't something people really did at that time, I suppose it still isn't now. But his grandfather and grandmother had, after the Yanks won, you know? And I guess some part of him wanted to make that a tradition.
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Agent Barnes points to a photo showing the sunset through the window of SCP-5504. A queen-sized bed and flower-print wallpaper are visible features of SCP-5504 during this time.
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Agent Barnes: That's a beautiful photo, isn't it? What's that room?
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Ms. Weber places her hand over her heart and sighs.
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Ms. Weber: That was our room.
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Agent Barnes: Your room? Isn't the Master bedroom downstairs?
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Ms. Weber: How would you know that, young man?
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Agent Barnes: This photo shows it, right?
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Agent Barnes points to a photo on the previous page, which does appear to be styled in a manner more consistent with a master bedroom, but which unfortunately shows no clear indication of being located downstairs.
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Ms. Weber: You've been there, haven't you? I'm not sure why you're really here, Mr. Tenant, but if you wanted to know about the room you could have just asked.
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Agent Barnes: I'd like to know more about the room, assuming you would be comfortable with that, Ms. Weber?
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Ms. Weber: Now that's more like it! David built the room himself, wouldn't let me in it until he finished. He kept telling me it was special, just for us. When it was finished and he finally took me in there, I didn't really understand. It was a bedroom. We already had the master bedroom and one for the baby. But then we lied down together, and he finally talked to me… about the war, and what he saw, what he felt, you know? He told me… "Catherine, this is where I'll bring you, whenever we need to let go of the darkness. I asked God to let me take a little piece of heaven and bring it down here for you and me to share." We spent… so much time there together.
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Agent Barnes: Both of you?
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Ms. Weber: Of course. It was for the two of us like I said.
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Ms. Weber remains silent for some time before continuing.
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Ms. Weber: When the accident happened, we had to move, of course. David needed more than I could provide at home, and by that time things had changed and we couldn't afford to pay anybody to take care of him. We spent about three more years together in a special home out in Idaho. They weren't the best years, but we were together, of course. And that's what matters.
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Agent Barnes: May I ask when your husband passed away, Ms. Weber?
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Ms. Weber: 1963. Early August… Lord, has it really been 50 years?
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Ms. Weber once again remains silent for several seconds.
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Ms. Weber: I visited the house again a few years ago. 91? 92 maybe? I'm not sure. I was moving back in the family house. My mother's family, you understand. I stopped by late one afternoon when I got back in town and there was a young couple, real little baby with them. They let me take a look back around. When I went in that bedroom… I don't know how to tell it. It was the same feeling I had being in that room with David, like he'd been there the whole time waiting for me. I don't know how long I stayed. Felt like forever. Maybe I'll take another trip soon.
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Additional Notes: Follow-up testing has shown results consistent with that of earlier research, indicating that SCP-5504 cannot exhibit its anomalous properties while two or more individuals are within it.
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Addendum 04: Request for reclassification, from the desk of Researcher Adams.
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All testing of SCP-5504 following Ms. Catherine Weber's death on July 4th, 2020, has resulted in non-anomalous behavior, despite repeated attempts to replicate earlier test results with identical conditions. It would appear that SCP-5504 has become inactive. While I and my research team believe it would be wise to maintain Foundation possession and continued observation of SCP-5504, it would appear prudent to reclassify SCP-5504 as Neutralized.
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- Dr. Melonie Adams.
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Reclassification of SCP-5504 to Containment Class: Neutralized is currently pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5719 is contained in a modified item locker designed to hold it at Site-85. When transporting to a containment cell for testing, care should be taken not to interact with SCP-5719's surface. Testing is only to be done with personnel who have not previously interacted with it.
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SCP-5719
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Description: SCP-5719 is a former illusory art piece that has since taken on the characteristics of a large speed bump protruding out of the sidewalk it was painted on. Installed in Zwolle, Netherlands during an exhibition hosted by the Preservation of Modern Freethinking1 in 2005, its anomalous properties manifested at an unknown point within the next year. The Foundation later confirmed its anomalous properties in 2007 after initial discovery, and subsequently moved it from its point of origin under the guise of renovation.
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Physical objects traversing SCP-5719 have their speed altered depending on how fast they were moving at the time of entry. Objects moving faster than 4.1 m/s are slowed down, while objects moving slower are sped up. The magnitude of this change varies depending on the point of entry: objects entering from the north side experience the smallest change of 1.7%, while objects entering from the south experience the largest change of 56.1%. If more than one object traverses SCP-5719 at the same time, only the first object to enter will be affected.
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SCP-5719-1 is a tunnel located inside SCP-5719, accessible through an opening hidden by a plaque on SCP-5719. It is able to be accessed by only one individual at a time. SCP-5719-1's design, as well as locked entrances at the end of SCP-5719-1, indicate a location inside an amphitheater of unknown origin. After attempting to open one of the locked entrances, SCP-5719-2, a disembodied voice different in tone and/or gender with each appearance, will speak to the subject in the language they are most fluent with. SCP-5719-2 will not speak to a subject who has previously entered SCP-5719-1. No identification to any known human being has been made.
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If the subject did not traverse SCP-5719 or use an object across SCP-5719, SCP-5719-2 will only say "A warrior's true test lies out of reach. The 34 trials await you yet.". If the subject traversed SCP-5719's surface, the subject will be asked 17 questions, listed in order:
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"Where is the soul that was kept inside of you?"
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"What God do you fear?"
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"Which road to your end will you follow?"
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"To whom does your hope lie with?"
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"Who is your guidance?"
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"When will you be ready?"
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"Why do you seek more than you need?"
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"Does your strength lie in wit alone?"
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"Where is your purpose?"
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"What does your heart tell you?"
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"Which man speaks truth to your being?"
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"How long will you be willing to wait?"
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"Who are you to speak for others?"
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"When is your journey complete?"
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"Why do you seek reason among disorder?"
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"Is your belief sacred to your being?"
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"Will you stay true to yourself?"
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In nearly all cases2, regardless of answers given, SCP-5719-2 will turn the subject down, stating "It is not your time. Seek insight into all you know, and forge wisdom out of doubt.".
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Addendum SCP-5719-E: During testing on 12/21/10, D-3684 traversed SCP-5719 with an entry speed of 3.3 m/s, with the point of entry being 289°. Subsequent interaction with SCP-5719-2 took considerably longer than normal, with SCP-5719-2 pausing for 7 seconds between answers before the next question.
SCP-5719-2: Where is the soul that was kept inside of you?
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D-3684: It's… what do I even answer? I don't… have a soul.
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SCP-5719-2: What God do you fear?
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D-3684: None.
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SCP-5719-2: Which road to your end will you follow?
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D-3684 pauses for 89 seconds.
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D-3684: I… Whatever end the Foundation wants to give me. But I'd like it to be my own.
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SCP-5719-2: To whom does your hope lie with?
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D-3684: My… Shit. Used to be my family. Now it's myself.
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SCP-5719-2: Who is your guidance?
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D-3684 starts to rub his eyes, with no response for 21 seconds.
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D-3684: It used to be God. It really did. I can only look out for myself now. Fuck.
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SCP-5719-2: When will you be ready?
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D-3684: I… I won't ever be ready for anything. I get dropped into tests without warning. There's no way I can prepare myself for anything.
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SCP-5719-2: Why do you seek more than you need?
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D-3684: I never thought of myself that way. I just want to go home again, man. I really do.
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SCP-5719-2: Does your strength lie in wit alone?
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D-3684: I can learn about stuff all I want, but at some point, they're gonna put me in some shit that I can't scrap my way out of. What do I do then? Nothing. I'm just here until I'm done being useful. Brains don't mean shit after a certain point.
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SCP-5719-2: Where is your purpose?
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D-3684 sniffles, leaning against the wall.
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D-3684: Fuck, man. I really don't know. At least here, there's nothing fucked. Just a weird voice acting like a therapist.
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SCP-5719-2: What does your heart tell you?
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D-3684: I just… If I could? I'd run away from here. From everything. See how far and how fast I can outrun those boots.
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SCP-5719-2: Which man speaks truth to your being?
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D-3684 pauses for 31 seconds.
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D-3684: If someone was able to do that, I don't know that I'd be in this position.
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SCP-5719-2: How long will you be willing to wait?
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D-3684: Depends on what I'm waiting for. I have all the time in the world for something to happen, though. Even dying.
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SCP-5719-2: Who are you to speak for others?
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D-3684: I'm not. Fuck no, I'm definitely not.
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D-3684 laughs to himself.
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SCP-5719-2: When is your journey complete?
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D-3684: When I die? Nothing left to do at that point.
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SCP-5719-2: Why do you seek reason among disorder?
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D-3684: Maybe if you were trapped in a hellhole of testing for no good reason, and all you got to see was fucked up shit that makes no sense on a near-daily basis… yeah, you'd want to find reason too.
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SCP-5719-2: Is your belief sacred to your being?
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D-3684: I don't know what I believe in. I'm tired of this philosophy bullshit. It's not my thing. I just want to live. There's a better life out there than this, right?
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SCP-5719-2: Will you stay true to yourself?
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D-3684: I… What the fuck else do I do?
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SCP-5719-2 is silent for 119 seconds.
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D-3684: Hey, this thing okay? Can I —
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SCP-5719-2: Seek what you must learn. Gain that which you have sought. Fear nothing. Embolden your beliefs. Absolution begins with recovery. Do not fall victim to the ones who deceive for their own gain. Make haste, and you will find what you are looking for.
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A faint unlocking sound from the entrance doors is heard.
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D-3684: Woah. That's… I can't see for shit in there. But… there's nothing to lose with this, right?
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D-3684 lets out a strained breathy laugh as he takes off his shirt, removing the attached wire set up on him. He runs towards the doors, stumbling before taking off into a sprint past them. All contact is immediately lost.
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Containment Force Xi-4 ("Baywatch") are to be stationed on Kapoposang Island in the Makassar Strait, and are to monitor a 20km radius area for instances of SCP-5744. All water traffic that attempts to enter the area should be intercepted and redirected using cover story G31. Every 2 weeks, at least 2 D-Class personnel should be sent into SCP-5744-1 to conduct Procedure-L91 (see Addendum-5744-3 for details).
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Description: SCP-5744 is the designation given to an unknown species of polychaete worms of the Nereididae family located within the Makassar Strait, found in an approximately 15km radius area centred on SCP-5744-1. SCP-5744 instances initially appear in a dormant state where they are indistinguishable from non-anomalous worms, however, once a human comes within visual range of an SCP-5744 instance it will attempt to enter that person’s ear. They can become intangible at will and are capable of passing through all known forms of solid matter. Once inside, SCP-5744 instances will latch onto the victim's Tympanic membrane2, where it will begin to exhibit its behaviour altering properties (see Addendum-5744-1 for details).
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SCP-5744-1 is a large artificial structure located on the ocean floor of the Makassar Strait, approximately 70km off the west coast of South Sulawesi (see Addendum-5744-2 for Exploration Log).
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SCP-5744-2 is a twelve limbed aquatic entity resembling a member of the Cephalopoda class but is far larger, with greatly elongated tentacles. It is highly intelligent, and the full extent of its anomalous properties remain unknown. Procedure-L91 has so far proven to be sufficient in containing it within SCP-5744-1, however, research is underway to find a more sustainable long term solution.
Foreword: The following is an excerpt from Researcher Angstrom's daily log after passing through the infested area on an unrelated assignment investigating SCP-████. The original log has been edited for brevity.
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"To summarise, the seismic activity in the Makassar Strait tsunamigenic region has proven to be non-anomalous in nature and aligns with current predictions. However, I still feel a powerful disturbance, deep beneath the sea. There is a tidal force which pulls me, beckons me to dive below and seek out the truth. I must make pilgrimage to this long forgotten place to pay homage to the creature that resides there, and if it finds my offerings acceptable, may I reside in its sanctum. Let us go then, and be nourished by their unknowable wisdom, and return refreshed and with new purpose."
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Concluding Statement: The log continues in a similar manner for another 8470 words, including directions on where to locate SCP-5744-1, before concluding in the regular manner. After submission of the log, Researcher Angstrom was brought in for medical scans which revealed an SCP-5744 instance attached to their Tympanic membrane.
Foreword: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") were dispatched in a speedboat with diving gear to locate and investigate SCP-5744-1. Summarised transcriptions of bodycam feeds and audio logs are contained below:
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<BEGIN LOG>
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G6-A: Arrived at location, dropping anchor.
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MTF agents A to D suit up with diving gear, with agent E and F remaining on the boat. After descending 50m, a structure can be seen protruding from the seabed composed of limestone blocks with a dense coating of coral polyps, confirmed to be SCP-5744-1.
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G6-C: Dash one sighted, twelve o'clock.
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G6-A: Roger, approaching entrance, watch my six.
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The MTF agents move towards the structure. Unknown sigils are inscribed in the block above a 3m tall stone door.
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G6-D: Scans indicate one lifeform inside. No response to our presence.
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G6-A: Roger. Initiate breach procedure Q-7.
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MTF agents flank the door with two agents at each side, with breaching explosives placed on the door.
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G6-A: Three, two, one.
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The door explodes inwards and agents A and C move in. An unseen barrier prevents water from entering SCP-5744-1, leaving the agents standing in a room furnished like a hotel lobby. SCP-5744-2 can be seen next to a table holding hors d'oeuvres.
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SCP-5744-2: Hello! Welcome to the Seabed and Breakfast! Could I interest you in some sea cucumber sandwiches?
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Extraneous dialogue has been removed.
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<END LOG>
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Post Exploration: As SCP-5744-2 was found to be non-hostile, Procedure-L91 considered to be sufficient to appease SCP-5744-2's demand for customers, neutralising >98% of SCP-5744 instances.
Procedure-L91 consists of spending a 3 nights stay in the "Seabed and Breakfast" contained within SCP-5744-1. Reviews have been highly positive, and a request to prioritise well behaved D-class personnel to conduct Procedure-L91 is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: Worldwide birth record databases are to be routinely copied onto Foundation servers to maintain a centralized hub of all persons with a recorded identity.
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It is Foundation protocol to assume that any individual is an SCP-5877 instance until one of the following conditions are met:
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The individual produces photo identification
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The individual is verified to own a web-based account
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The individual is confirmed to match an entry in the Foundation Entity Database
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Recovered SCP-5877 instances are to be treated as civilians: they are to be amnestized and reintegrated back into society.
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Description: SCP-5877 refers to a collection of human-like entities. Identical to regular people in every other way, these entities share the following characteristics:
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The origin of SCP-5877 instances, if any, is unknown,
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The identity of SCP-5877 instances, if any, is unknown,
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SCP-5877 instances lack any record of their prior existence,
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Until 2007, all recovered SCP-5877 instances were deceased.
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SCP-5877 instances are susceptible to potential membership of GoI-006 ("Nobody").
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The majority of SCP-5877 instances discovered by the Foundation are dead at time of recovery. It is acknowledged that a significant number of these cases are indistinguishable from non-anomalous humans that have simply been damaged beyond recognizability; however there have been significant cases of SCP-5877 instances that have lead the Foundation to label the overall phenomenon as anomalous. Some such cases are listed below:
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Normalcy Breach
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05/16/1970
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Fire burned down 14 homes on Maple Street, Redland, California.
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Evacuation of these homes was recorded as successful, with only 2 individuals unaccounted for. However, disaster response teams inspecting the remains of the homes found over 60 bodies between the houses. Bodies were found largely in bedrooms, or nearby burnt mattresses and blankets.
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11/14/1984
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Twin stillborn children delivered in Dublin hospital.
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Previous sonogram of the mother only showed one child.
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08/22/1996
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Flight 40014 from Xi'an to Shanghai crashed, killing all passengers.
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The bodies of 30 additional victims were found around the crash that could not be identified, while all people listed on the flight itinerary were accounted for. These SCP-5877 instances were found strapped into seats on top of identified passengers.
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Recoveries of Live SCP-5877 Instances: Initially, SCP-5877 was catalogued as a phenomenon associated only with dead bodies. In 2007, live instances of SCP-5877 were discovered, often in groups. The Foundation has located living SCP-5877 instances three times since then.
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Date: 05/14/2009
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# of Instances: 54
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Recovery: Foundation resources heard numerous rumors about a mining operation salvaging weaponizable anomalous materials from a quarry in Texas. While initial investigation did not find significant information to support the rumors, the concerns of a para-terrorism threat spurred a raid of the quarry.
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The raid did not find any anomalous materials. However, the mining operation was illegal, as it was unsanctioned and made use of slave labor, who were forced to sleep in the quarry. Questioning and processing of the labor force found that they were all SCP-5877 instances.
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Of note, Agent Tyler Maliz reported that, following the raid, he had encountered a young girl who appeared to have been watching the event from outside the quarry, taking notes in a bright pink journal. When questioned by Maliz, she acted similarly to an SCP-5877 instance, and was escorted to a transport and supposedly brought to a Foundation Site. However, she was unaccounted for in the final containment report. Due to her elusiveness and observant nature1, it was theorized that the girl may hold connections to the GoI-006 ("Nobody"). Additionally, due to the lack of individual records pertaining to the girl, she was labeled as an SCP-5877 instance.
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Following the processing of these SCP-5877 instances, MTF Theta-15 ("Name Taggers") was established to deal with identity-related anomalies, and interactions with Nobody. Personnel from the quarry raid were inducted as the first selection of Theta-15 members.
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Date: 07/22/2013
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# of Instances: 74
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Recovery: While tailing Nobody2 during a heavy rainstorm in Louisiana, MTF Theta-15 encountered a homeless shelter which had reached its maximum capacity. Numerous individuals both inside the shelter and requesting entry outside the shelter could neither identify themselves, nor matched Foundation records.
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Theta-15 requested Foundation transportation to arrive under the cover story of public transportation sent to relocate some of the homeless to a new shelter. Due to the rushed nature of the operation, it is believed that a small number of SCP-5877 instances were not properly recovered. However, due to their status, this was believed to have no significant impact on maintaining the Veil.
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Date: 12/12/2018
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# of Instances: 37
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Recovery: Foundation personnel received numerous tips about couples adopting children who had no given names from a single orphanage in Romania. The adoption process was described by participants as "simple" and "casual".3
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Agent Maliz led MTF Theta-15 in a search of the orphanage under the guise of investigating possible human trafficking. The search met no resistance. All recovered SCP-5877 instances were under the age of 16. No adult SCP-5877 instance or baseline humans were encountered.
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Recovered SCP-5877 instances described the owner of the orphanage as a young woman who the younger instances called "Big Sis" and "Miss", and the older instances simply referred to with pronouns. Foundation personnel currently believe this is the same member of Nobody that was linked to the previous recoveries.
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Following each recovery of SCP-5877 instances, they were each amnestized, supplied with a name and personal history, and recorded in both internal Foundation databases, as well as relevant governmental systems.
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Nobody Capture: On 07/18/2023, Nobody was contained after robbing a Cold Stone Creamery in Longmont, Colorado. MTF Theta-15 tracked Nobody to a nearby hotel, where she was detained with no resistance. Following the Nobody GOI Project Coordinator, the International Affairs Specialist, and the SCP-5353 Project Lead, MTF Theta-15 captain Tyler Maliz was permitted to interview Nobody regarding SCP-5877.
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get to the analogy faster, too much puttering around before hand
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Nobody: It's been a long time since I've felt so popular.
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Maliz: Why did you let us catch you?
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Nobody: Oh come on. Even the egg head entertained some small talk.
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Maliz: We've spent decades chasing you, and this is the first time we've caught you. And it was because of a sloppy smash and grab where all you took was a goddamn ice cream cake. You're here for a reason.
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Nobody: Ooh, so that's where I've seen your face before!
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Maliz: So you recognize me.
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Nobody: Only vaguely. I'm good with faces, not so much names though so I could still use an introduction. It's much harder to have a chat with someone if you don't even know their name.
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Maliz sighs.
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Maliz: Fine. I'm Tyler Maliz.
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Nobody: I'm sensing some pent up resentment. Are you annoyed that I've been evading you this long?
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Maliz: You bit my mother fifty years ago.
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Nobody appears taken aback.
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Nobody: So… first of all I don't remember that, but secondly I feel like judging me by any actions I may or may not have taken fifty years ago is not a very charitable interpretation of who I am today.
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Maliz: You make a bad first impression.
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Nobody: So that probably was me but not like me sitting here me.
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Maliz: Now you're changing the topic. Why are you here?
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Nobody: You don't just expect me to tell you everything. Where's the fun in that?
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Maliz: Okay, fine. Where are your people then?
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Nobody: Oh? My people?
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Maliz: Every time we've seen you, there's always been people like you around. People without names, identities, anything beyond their bodies really. Like you.
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Nobody: I'll be honest, I didn't expect the rude field agent to ask the most interesting questions of me today.
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Maliz: You're deflecting.
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Nobody: Alright, alright. I know it would be easiest for me to tell you, but I can't.
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Maliz: Do you have a reason why?
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Nobody: It's against the rules.
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Maliz: Do you have a reason that's not bullshit?
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Nobody: You ever wonder why I only ever lead you to things but never tell you? Or why you never see me really doing anything? But you and I both know that I get things done. I'm like a universal handyman. Or handywoman, this time.
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Maliz: I don't see how that's a reason.
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Nobody: The best janitor is the one who keeps an office clean but is never seen around a mess. And no one in their right mind keeps a close eye on a plumber when he's fixing your pipes. If you see me doing my job, then I'm not really doing all that good a job then. And if I tell you how I change the roof tiles, then you'll think you can do it yourselves, only to fall off your house and break your neck. Those are the rules of being a handyman.
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Maliz: This is the best I'm getting out of you today, isn't it?
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Nobody: It's a much clearer answer than I gave to anyone else today. You could show at least a little gratitude.
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Maliz: I'll be taking my leave.
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Recovered Items: At the time of recovery, Nobody was carrying the following items:
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A .45 caliber glock 30. Serial number has been filed off.
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A Swiss army knife. The long blade, shortblade, can opener and wire stripper all are worn from heavy use. The screw driver tool has been sharpened to a point, and is stained with blood.
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A leather jacket. Does not appear to have been washed within the past 90 days.
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An IHOP rewards card.
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A pocket journal. Most of the pages have been torn out. Scans of the remaining entries are presented below:
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Cataclysm #TG-442, 7/14
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Arrived at cataclysm location. Town hasn't changed much.
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Cause of cataclysm: Pending Rule 1 Violation
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Due to size and congregation of Flock #551, violation of Rule 1 is imminent. Size also prohibits natural reintegration. Intervention appears to be required.
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Current tailing entities: SCP, White Suit
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Cataclysm #TG-442, 7/15
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Current messenger is running threadbare, need to find replacement, and preferably a suitable depot.
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Located flock spread out in nearby park. Locals have taken notice, however currently believe them to be a summer camp of sorts. Worried about night owls asking questions.
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No disruption events of note. Yet.
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Tailing entities: SCP, White Suit, Mrs. Englewood (surprised she still lives there)
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Cataclysm #TG-442, 7/16
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Messenger is beginning to dissociate. Worried about recurrence of Rule 1 violation.
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Leukocytes converging on Flock #551. Car accident on Highway 33 most likely a disruption event. Barely anyone drives on that road, hard to believe two of them got into a head-on-head.
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Need to temporarily hide flock without breaking Rule 4.
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Tailing entities: SCP, White Suit, Mrs. Englewood
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Cataclysm #TG-442, 7/17
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No sign of White Suit in two days. I definitely didn't lose him. Suspect interference attempt soon.
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Direct interaction with Mrs. Englewood successful. Rule 4 overcome.
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Englewood agreed to store Flock #551 in her barn. Used public transit in combination with Mrs. Englewood's truck to transport the flock. Surprised the buses are allowed, but then again those drivers have probably seen stranger things.
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Worried about disruption event escalation.
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Currently scouting large-scale reintegration options. May have to go with the failsafe.
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Tailing entities: SCP, White Suit, Mrs. Englewood
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Cataclysm #TG-442, 7/18
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Sufficient information collected.
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Predicted cataclysm date: 5/21 5/22
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Current obstacles: White Suit interference, messenger stamina, Rule 4, ensuring no recursion of Rule 1 violation
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Resources: Notebook, swiss army knife, .22 caliber (3 bullets), connections
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Lack of notable disruption events has me worried, but also gives me an idea.
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PoI-006 ("Nobody") Materials Report
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After going through the notes left in Nobody's journal, we've been able to locate the residence of one "Mirian Englewood". We also found reports of a large number of homeless individuals traveling from Longmont to a stop three miles from Mrs. Englewood's abode a few days ago. If history is anything to go by, the flock is a group of SCP-5877 Instances.
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The problem is, we know that Nobody has a history of tricks and deceit. This wouldn't be the first time they've yanked us around. We're skeptical that they would leave these notes behind for us to find. These feel like something planted. But if they are something planted, why would she call attention to her notebook as a resource? That's bound to make anyone suspicious of its contents.
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It is due to these concerns that additional interview with Nobody was held in an effort to gain any additional information. A transcript is presented below:
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Nobody: Hello! You know, I was a little worried I wasn't going to get to have another chat with you.
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+Maliz: Your notes mentioned a "cataclysm". What is that?
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Nobody: Getting right to it then, are we?
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Maliz: Just answer the question.
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Nobody: Well, I imagine it is pretty self-explanatory. A cataclysm is a bad thing.
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Maliz: I'll be more specific then. What happens when a cataclysm occurs?
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Nobody: No idea.
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Maliz: You don't know?
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Nobody: My job is to stop them. If I ever knew what happened during a cataclysm that'd mean I'd broken the rules.
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Maliz: You're falling back to the rules again.
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Nobody: Is there a problem with that?
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Maliz: You're justifying your ignorance off of something you refuse to explain. It's a crude tactic.
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Nobody: Fine, I'll give you some context. Think of them like physics. We don't really understand parts of it, but it's probably grounded in something.
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Maliz: Now you're deflecting! I need you to tell me what this cataclysm is so we can stop it.
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Nobody: Oh, you're going to intervene yourself?
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Maliz: We can't let you do it.
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Nobody: I see. Well, if you want to fix it, you can probably just terminate the entire flock.
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Maliz: Excuse me?
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Nobody: Well, you need to clean up after yourselves, but yeah. That'd do it.
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Maliz: … huh.
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Nobody: What did you expect?
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Maliz: Not that. That… that was a bold call.
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Nobody: Oh? Is it now?
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Maliz: Well, you see, in your notes, you mentioned numerous times a "disruption event" clearly tied to the results of the cataclysm, but just now you told me you have no clue what happens. And given how smug you've been about your record, I'm inclined to believe that means you added those lines to your notes when you wrote them down to embellish the impact of the cataclysm. Or maybe the cataclysm doesn't even exist and you just want us to appear at the target's house on the given date.
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Nobody: So you're not going?
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Maliz: Let me finish. Because now, with me taking your word on the cataclysm, you told me to just… shoot them? If I really was just taking you at face value you'd be condemning those people to death. But you don't think I really believe you yet. And you're banking on that.
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Nobody: And you're explaining all this to me because?
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Maliz: Because if I wasn't reading between the lines right, you would've interrupted me more. You would've cast more doubt on what I'm saying. But… none of this leads to you escaping. None of this leads to a large trap. At best, you manage to neutralize some anomalies and a small number of our men but that's nothing in the grand scheme of things and you know that.
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Nobody: Which means?
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Maliz: Our interests may align.
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Nobody chuckles.
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Nobody: You sound unhappy about this.
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Maliz: You've never been the type to help us.
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Nobody: Now isn't that a self-centered view of it.
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Maliz: Then maybe you can elaborate?
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Nobody: Now it's my turn to imagine a hypothetical. Right now, we believe that there's seven billion people in the world right now, correct? What if I told you there were actually eight billion. That one out of every eight people you pass by on the street, see on a subway, or sit near at a restaurant, are unaccounted for. That aren't really supposed to be here. That the number of bodies in the world exceeds the number of names. How would we really know?
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Maliz: We don't produce enough resources to sustain an additional billion people.
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Nobody: Okay fine. Be pedantic. Let's call it a hundred thousand then. Honestly it would probably never get to a billion anyways. That'd be against the rules.
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Maliz: Is there something that actually enforces the rules?
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Nobody: Nothing explicit, but I believe that's what the cataclysms are for.
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Maliz: Penalties for breaking the rules?
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Nobody: I like to think of them as the universe… over compensating for cheating. It can get away with it though because no one really cares when a flock dies. As far as the world is concerned, it's just another body to the count. Did you know that there's no meaningful difference between ten and twenty people dying in a shooting? The count only matters when the victims have names and lives and connections to the rest of the world. Much easier to kill someone without a name.
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Maliz: That's what you're up to? Protecting these people from… the rules?
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Nobody: Is it that hard to imagine that someone who goes by "Nobody" is the messiah of the nameless? Shepherding my flocks into a new life? I have my rules to obey but at the end of the day all I want is to give them proper names so they can live proper lives. Luckily, names are cheap. The only caveat is they must be given to you. And well… I can't give names for obvious reasons.
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Maliz: So you string us along, because we can give them a new identity and reintegrate them into society.
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Nobody grins.
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Nobody: You have no idea how happy I am you're assigned to me.
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Maliz: Yeah, fuck you too.
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Incident 5877-I: On 9/21/19, MTF Theta-15 was deployed to recover the proper SCP-5877 instances from the Englewood Residence. Below is a timeline of events:
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<19:14> Theta-15 arrives at the Englewood residence. The team splits into two groups: Puma and Cougar.
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<19:16> Puma knocks on the entrance to the main house while Cougar approaches the barn, which is approximately 100m away from the house.
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<19:17> Mrs. Englewood opens the door. She appears visibly distressed. Puma members are introduced as door-to-door salesmen, and enter the house uninvited.
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<19:19> Cougar reaches the barn. Members don infra-red goggles to validate the presence of SCP-5877 instances. 32 distinct heat signatures are present. It is noted that the barn is unusually quiet given the number of individuals inside.
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<19:19> Mrs. Englewood insists that Puma must leave, citing that her husband does not like having visitors this late. It is noted that Mrs. Englewood lived alone, having divorced her husband six years prior.
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<19:20> Cougar opens the door to the barn. Inside are 31 SCP-5877 instances, as well as a man wearing a white suit (henceforth PoI-5877), who is holding a younger SCP-5877 instance, and pointing a gun at its head.
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<19:20> Cougar members demand that PoI-5877 release the SCP-5877 instance, and put down the gun. PoI-5877 responds by demanding the location of Nobody. Cougar refuses to divulge the information.
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<19:21> Mrs. Englewood grows desperate to remove Puma from her house, and attacks one member with a pan. Mrs. Englewood is subsequently restrained, and shouts "He'll kill me if you stay here" before being sedated.
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<19:21> PoI-5877 begins cursing to himself, while keeping his weapon trained on his hostage. Cougar demands that PoI-5877 surrender again. PoI-5877 backs up toward the rear exit to the barn, using his hostage as a shield. After he leaves through the exit, a single gunshot can be heard. The remaining SCP-5877 instances burst into screams. Cougar runs through the exit to find the SCP-5877 instance now on the ground, neutralized via bullet wound.
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<19:22> Puma finishes amnestizing Mrs. Englewood.
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<19:23> Cougar signal that it is safe for Foundation transports to collect the SCP-5877 instances.
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Following the incident, the 30 SCP-5877 instances were brought to Site-23 and held in standard humanoid containment lockers. Preparations were made to begin amnestization and reintegration on 5/23.
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Interview 5877.2: Due to the unexpected presences of PoI-5877, Agent Maliz arranged another interview with Nobody the following day to confront her about the unexpected hostile.
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Maliz: Who the fuck was that?
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Nobody: Well that's not a great way to say hello.
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Maliz: That man in the white suit, why was he there?
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Nobody: I mean, he was part of the plan.
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Maliz: Why didn't you tell me about him?
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Nobody: You were doing so well, I would've felt bad if I pointed out any variables you missed.
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Maliz: He killed one of your people!
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Nobody: Weren't you the one who said a few deaths didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things?
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Maliz: For you! You wouldn't care about that.
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Nobody: Ah, well you're right there. But if you really want to know, the man was there because he's my ride out of here.
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Maliz: No. I don't believe that.
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Nobody: Swear on my life.
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Maliz: You're messing with me.
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Nobody: I am but that doesn't mean I'm lying.
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Maliz: Then why are you telling me?
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Nobody: Because it's how I start the next turn.
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Maliz: No.
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Nobody: No… what?
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Maliz: You're not going to just up and leave. You'll be lucky to see the light of day. This "game" is ridiculous. You're telling me your plan, so I'm going to put a stop to it.
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Nobody: That's sort of the problem though. You can't just stop it. You don't see? It's all part of the plan. Your knowledge of the plan is part of the plan. Every second you spend interviewing me is a second spent delaying something else. Waiting for an email to be delivered to your account. Waiting for one of your lab monkeys to bring by some chemicals. I can't see outside my cell but I can hear footsteps, the creaking of cart wheels, the chatter of security guards. Everything I've done up until this point is measured to a tee.
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Maliz: … that's cheating.
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Nobody: Come again?
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Maliz: That's cheating. You're not allowed to say that. Just claim that everything that's happened is part of a plan I can't ever verify. It's against the rules. It's a coward's move.
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Nobody: If it was against the rules, I wouldn't be allowed to say it.
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Maliz: Then you're bluffing.
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Nobody: I could be. But does that change how certain you are that Site-23 is still outside that door?
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Maliz: How do you know that designation?
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Nobody: A good plumber knows the house better than its occupants.
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Maliz: Back to the handyman shit again?
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Nobody: I'm sorry you're getting frustrated.
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Maliz: You don't mean that.
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Nobody: I like you Tyler. I really do. You remind me of your mother. You keep your eye on as much as you can and you have a good grasp of what you don't know. But today, I need you to doubt. I need you to be my witness, but a careful one.
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Containment breach alarms sound.
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Maliz: What the— Did you do this?
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Nobody: Of course not. I've been here. Talking to you.
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Maliz peeks his head out the door and attempts to wave down security guards.
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Maliz: I need an SCP escort! I can't leave this one alone!
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Nobody: But you know doctor, you could've been at the breach. It might've been you conducting whatever, or observing whatever procedure.
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Maliz: Just stop talking! I'm trying to get us out of here.
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Nobody: Don't worry about that too much. I was just about to take my leave anyways.
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Maliz: Excuse me?
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Nobody: Do take care of the girl. She's done well for me.
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PoI-5877 from Incident 5877-I enters the interview room brandishing a handgun. Maliz drops to the ground and reaches for his own gun. The SCP-5877 instance sitting across from Maliz screams.
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Maliz: Who are you?
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PoI-5877: That's not important. Who is that?
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PoI-5877 points at the screaming SCP-5877 instance.
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Maliz: Who the fuck are you?
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PoI-5877: We're on the same team today, I promise. I just need to know, if you recognize it.
Maliz looks at the SCP-5877 instance, who is now whimpering.
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Maliz: Wait… Nobody was here just a moment ago.
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PoI-5877: So you don't recognize it?
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Maliz: No. I don't.
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PoI-5877 lowers his gun.
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PoI-5877: Fuck.
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There is a pause. Both Maliz and PoI-5877 can be heard taking deep breaths over the sound of containment breach sirens. The SCP-5877 instance stops speaking, but can be heard sniffling.
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Maliz:[to PoI-5877] Are you supposed to be the cataclysm?
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PoI-5877: Pardon?
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Maliz: Nobody, when they were here they… they said something about a cataclysm. About reinforcing the rules of the universe. I'm wondering if they're referring to you.
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PoI-5877: Son, in the century that I have been hunting that monster, not once have I heard it use the word "cataclysm".
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Maliz: … goddamn it.
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PoI-5877 leaves the interview room, closing the door behind him. Maliz slowly stands, and sits back in his chair. He attempts to slow his heart rate as the containment alarms continue to sound.
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SCP-5877 Instance: Are you ok?
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Maliz: I've been played for a fool. But, otherwise I'm fine. Are you hurt?
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SCP-5877 Instance: No… but I could use some help.
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Maliz: Help you with what?
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SCP-5877 Instance: I— I don't know. I was just told that I wouldn't be left on my own, because there'd be someone around to help me. And the other man left, so it must've meant you.
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Maliz: I see. I guess, yeah. I'm going to help you.
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SCP-5877 Instance: … thank you.
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Maliz: I haven't done anything yet.
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SCP-5877 Instance: Yeah but… nobody has even offered before.
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<End Log>
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The containment breach was determined to be caused by critical failure of energy containment measures while performing testing on SCP-████. The exact source of these failures is unknown, as available documentation suggests that the measures passed preliminary testing earlier that day. The resulting explosion resulted in 40 casualties, consisting of 3 Foundation staff, 7 D-Class, and all 30 recovered SCP-5877 instances.
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PoI-5877 was later identified to be SCP-5353, who must have entered Site-23 during the breach resulting from the explosion. His oral reports indicate that he rescued several Foundation personnel trapped under debris before exiting the facility.
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Following this event, an official survey of survivors found that fewer members of the janitorial staff were accounted for than indicated by the custodian budget. However, no records could be found to indicate that any individual janitor was unaccounted for.
Still from recovered civilian videotape, documenting the emergence of SCP-5954.
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Item #: SCP-5954
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: A team of Foundation ethnobotanical researchers has been retained at Site-77 to study its form and foster its cooperation in studying other plant-based anomalies. Certain privileges have been afforded to SCP-5954 to ensure its future cooperation, including a prerogative over any mundane houseplants possessed by Foundation employees and contractors at Site-77.
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Controlled release of its gases is performed by Mobile Task Force Psi-7. This process is embarrassing for SCP-5954, and care should be taken to ensure its comfort and future cooperation with containment operations.
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Description: SCP-5954 is an amalgamation of organic materials taxonomically classified within the Eukaryotic domain and Plantae kingdom. SCP-5954 is sapient, possessing cognitive capabilities comparable to an adult human, and self-identifies as “Stakemaster of the Vines, Protector of Potting Soils, defender of Fertilized Civilization, sixth of his name Ferda Lorenzo.”
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While SCP-5954 can incorporate any matter composed of plant cells into its body, it has only attempted absorbing vegetables grown under its supervision. The cells do not need to be alive, and once absorbed typically begin dying after 4-6 weeks. Decomposing plant matter causes flammable gas build-up within SCP-5954, which will ignite unexpectedly and without warning.
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Although capable of communicating with both humans and plants, SCP-5954 primarily communes with the latter. SCP-5954 is disinterested in speaking unless it can talk about plants or “my medical condition.”1
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SCP-5954 enjoys cultivating plants, possessing the capability to detect their emotional state post-germination. While being willing to listen to Foundation horologists, SCP-5954 habitually dismisses their advice in caring for plants. Generally, SCP-5954’s personality can be described as cooperative but temperamental, preferring things to be done a certain way.
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History: Although claiming to have lived for several centuries in “The Kingdom of Elrich” SCP-5954’s existence only became known to the Foundation following its emergence from the Atlantic Ocean on 09/18/1981.
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Its explosive by-product was pronounced, causing damage to several civilian structures and multiple casualties before Mobile Task Force Psi-7 could be scrambled in response. Following containment, the damage was attributed to a violent waterspout triggering a gas leak.
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Survivors were admitted to Safe Contour Therapy Practitioners, a Foundation front, where they were convinced what they saw was the result of traumatic psychosis. The stigma of mental illness is believed to be enough to ensure their continued silence on the incident.
Preface: Agents of Psi-7 were transported via helicopter to Miami Beach, where police reports of a ‘bomb-throwing garden shed’ had been reported alongside widespread urban destruction. Transcript begins following their drop-off as they followed the trail of damage and fire to SCP-5954’s location.
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<Begin log>
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Ekblad: Command, this is Commander Calvin Ekblad, we’ve arrived on the beach, over.
+Command: Confirmed. Check in, all agents, over.
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Bjugstad: Bjugstad here, looks like a lot of churned-up sand. See a few beach towels, umbrellas, but doesn’t look like there were a lot of people here. Lifeguard stand is toast, over.
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Dam: Hannah Dam checking in. Just finished inspecting the surf, there’s a trail of seaweed dragged out of the water and onto the sand. But it stops right by a crater in the sand, like someone buried a grenade after pulling the pin, over.
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Jefferson: Blah blah, Chuck Jefferson, over. Dam, you don’t know a damned thing about grenades. For one thing, you wouldn’t have time to bury it after you pulled the pin, not least because the depth you’d need to make the crater this size’d be-
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Dam: I wasn’t speaking in any professional capacity on craters or bombs, I think we all know how metaphors work.
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Jefferson: Do they? I’ve never heard a metaphor that worked as intended. Similes, on the other hand-
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Ekblad: Enough. There’s an arm sticking out of the beach here.
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Bjugstad: Anybody attached?
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Ekblad: Negative. Only identifying marks… paint on the remaining nails, with ring tan on a finger. Let’s move out. Nothing more we can do here. We can inspect the scene after the skip is inert. Command, you reading us still, over?
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Command: Loud and clear. Proceed with the mission. Law enforcement is evacuating the area.
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Ekblad: Perfect. Thank you, over.
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Bjugstad: Command, we’re heading out to the street. Not as much obvious destruction, apart from scorch marks and what’s left of a fire hydrant, over.
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Dam: There’s no remains left, looks like it's losing pressure too.
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Jefferson: Char marks smell like methane. Collecting some of the residue.
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Ekblad: I’ve got visual contact. Directly ahead of us.
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SCP-5954: Help! I beseech any listener, won’t anyone provide assistance?
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Ekblad: Bjugs, initiate communication. I’ve got you covered.
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Bjugstad approaches SCP-5954
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Bjugstad: Do you understand me?
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SCP-5954: Haven’t I just summoned you? Of course. Recognize your betters, fair sir. Although who can really speak of betters, when one is in crisis? I will accept whatever can be done to assist in mitigating my condition.
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Bjugstad: What is your condition?
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SCP-5954: Oh, the dreadful state of this hovel shouldn’t have come to pass. My sincerest apologies. These eruptions are beyond my control. My arrival here came only after a failed attempt by Royal Gardeners to arrest its perpetuation.
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Bjugstad: Can you speak in plain terms? And we’re willing to assist you, if you come with us willingly.
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SCP-5954: Haven’t I already denigrated my own capacity by speaking in this tongue? In any case, I shall come by my own power with the only caveat being that my medical condition and any related outburst is beyond my control.
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Dam: Command, we might need extraction by sea. The anomaly-
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SCP-5954’s lower body is ruptured by an explosion, scorching a mailbox while incinerating its content, shattering the glass facades of several nearby businesses, and spraying dead seaweed onto the Psi-7 agents.
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Dam: … The anomaly would not be suited for air transport.
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Jefferson: I like this one. Can we keep it?
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Addendum: Dr. Chelsea Elliot was flown in from the United States following SCP-5954’s containment, as her expertise in anomalous vegetation was relevant to studying SCP-5954. The following transcript is from an interview which took place directly before Incident 5954-H.
SCP-5954: I know it’s protocol, but I still would very much prefer to be called by my title.
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Elliot: We can’t rehash this every time I sit down to speak with you. It was difficult enough to convince my higher-ups that to give you the respect of using the title in written communications.
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SCP-5954: Ah, yes, that consideration is very much appreciated. Has there been any postage from Elra Royal Gardens to inquire as to my condition?
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Elliot: You know I can’t tell you that.
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SCP-5954: Ah, I’m sure I’ll hear from the Gardeners somehow. Wasn’t ever good at keeping out of their sight, not even as a bud.
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Elliot: Speaking of buds, I’ve heard you’re not happy with the plants you’ve been allowed to care for. Is that right, 5954?
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SCP-5954: It’s not that I’m unhappy with the allowance, more so that I can feel the pain of so many poor sufferings accumulating throughout this municipality.
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Elliot: I sympathize. Sometimes I walk through the cubicles here and wonder what people are thinking, leaving their houseplants half-dead.
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SCP-5954:Recoiling What? You mean to say… no, you cannot mean that the servants and workers allowed to make residence in this fortification are, forsake me, causing these feelings of pain and torment?
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Elliot: Oh, erm, not on purpose. Some of them take very good care of their plants. I know I do.
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SCP-5954: Please, Dr. Elliot, please leave me at least until evening. Give me the time to fathom what my understanding has wrought upon emotion.
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Elliot: I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll be back to finish up tonight. We can talk about ways to help these plants out, okay?
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SCP-5954: Very well.
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</End Log>
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Addendum: Incident 5954-H
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On 04/12/1984, SCP-5954’s containment chamber was checked as part of standard security protocols and found to be vacant. A subsequent search of Site-77’s upper levels found that all houseplants in the personnel work and living spaces had also vanished.
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Both SCP-5954 and the missing plants were subsequently re-discovered back inside of its containment chamber.
SCP-5954: I still cannot comprehend how you, of all the wisest I have known in this land, could possibly be upset with how this all turned out.
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Elliot: You’ve got to be kidding me. Ferda, what if your… medical condition flared up out there? Someone could’ve gotten hurt. What if you’d burned a shrubbery?
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SCP-5954: The regimen that your brilliant mind constructed has kept me almost incident-free for several circuits around your great star-orb. If your soldiers hadn’t perchance gazed upon my vacated quarters for another sixteenth-of-an-hour then my rescue of these beleaguered souls would have been unnoticed for a fortnight.
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Elliot: You can’t just go taking other people’s things. We were working together to help take care of them, right? What happened to that?
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SCP-5954: Just look at this Hoya! (SCP-5954 produces a wilting Hoya plant) It’s been given a potting far too restricting for its magnitude, why, I was surprised its roots hadn’t grown in knots given the lack of space! Without my intervention it would be dead by dawn!
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Elliot: You’re being dramatic, it’s not on death’s door.
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SCP-5954: Close enough! Another thing, this fern, I found it completely covered in bugs! Even with all of my considerable tenderness and care it may yet be beyond my ability to save.
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Elliot: Oh, that poor thing. I’ll see if I can get it some more help. But still. That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come and go as you please. We’ve got you in this spot for a reason.
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SCP-5954: Even the most basic of fundamentals in carriership, someone didn’t know how to water a peace lily, poor thing was dry to the bone!
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Elliot: … So, you’re saying these plants were causing you psychic pain?
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SCP-5954: How they cried! Day and night! It was an unending tragedy as they faded with the dreadful lamentations unto the coil of death.
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Elliot: That… we can work with that.
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</End Log>
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Postscript: SCP-5954 has been given purview over houseplants within Site-77; any personnel wishing to have plants at their desks or in their living areas will be provided with plastic replicas until they are approved by Dr. Elliot.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-602 appears to be immobile and localized to Apartment ███, ██ Greene St, New York City. Thus, containment of SCP-602 consists of keeping the public away from, and ensuring that SCP-602 does not expand beyond or move out of, Apt. ███. However, due to its location in a heavily-populated urban center (i.e. Manhattan), SCP-602 requires special considerations for containment.
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Apt. ███ must remain locked from the outside with both mechanical locks and concealed electronic locks. No one may enter or remove anything from Apt. ███ without Level 4 authorization.
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Apt. ███, the entire first floor and basement, and all unoccupied units at ██ Greene St are collectively designated Containment Site-28. The remaining units in the building are occupied by civilians who have lived there since SCP-602 was initially contained. These units will be acquired by the Foundation as they are vacated, but occupants will not be directly forced out of their apartments. However, all measures short of lethal force have been authorized to keep civilians out of Site-28 areas, up to and including non-lethal force and use of Class-A amnestics. To date, the Foundation has acquired █ of the ██ units in the building. See Document 602-S28 for more information.
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Description: SCP-602 is an unseen entity that can manipulate objects within Apartment ███. SCP-602 can exert enough force to knock people over and hold them down. While SCP-602 appears able to affect objects anywhere within Apt. ███, it cannot affect anything outside the apartment if the front door is closed. Thus, SCP-602 can be effectively contained with external locks on Apt. ███’s door.
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Apt. ███ does not have standard furnishings. Instead, scattered around the apartment are dozens of sculptures that resemble extremely distorted human beings. These sculptures appear to be made from a variety of materials, including marble, granite, wood, metal, porcelain, [DATA EXPUNGED], and glass. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Two doors lead out of the entry room: a door in the left wall that is stuck and has never been opened, and a door in the back wall (added between 198█ and 199█) that is usually closed. The second door leads to a room that contains more sculptures, as well as a table on which lay a large array of tools for sculpting [DATA EXPUNGED]. Also in this room are outside-facing windows that always have the blinds drawn. All attempts to remove any of the sculptures or tools, or the table, from Apt. ███ have been met with violent resistance from SCP-602.
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Any person inside Apt. ███ is subject to attack by SCP-602. Through an unknown method, SCP-602 can apparently transform a living human into a sculpture of variable material, similar to the sculptures already present in Apt. ███. When doing so, SCP-602 will close and lock the front door of the apartment from the inside, completely barring entry to and exit from the apartment during that time. SCP-602 will also destroy or otherwise neutralize any sensory equipment set up within Apt. ███, and has consistently destroyed concealed surveillance equipment carried by test subjects before transforming these subjects.
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Addendum 1: Document 602-S28, Establishment of Site-28
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SCP-602 came to the attention of the Foundation in late 198█, after the disappearance of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The Foundation acquired the ██ Greene St building shortly thereafter. Overwatch determined that the interests of the Foundation would best be served by low-profile piecemeal acquisition of the rest of the building rather than exerting eminent domain over civilian-occupied units.
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Once SCP-602 was officially classified as Safe and containment procedures were enacted, the areas of the building held by the Foundation were designated Containment Site-28. Task Force Pi-1 (“City Slickers”) was established to keep civilians out of Site-28 areas. [DATA EXPUNGED] was established as a front business on the ground floor of the building.
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Site-28 has expanded its scope since its founding, serving as a base of operations for the Foundation in the northeastern US, temporary and permanent housing for Foundation personnel, and a containment site for a few Safe SCPs. Pi-1 was upgraded to a Mobile Task Force, specializing in acquisition and containment of anomalous objects in heavily-populated environments. Members of Pi-1 also offer training in Urban Operations at Site-28. For more information on the Urban Operations curriculum, see Document P1-UrbOps.
Note: Unless otherwise noted, in all procedures involving SCP-602, subject(s) are dressed as maintenance personnel, and all civilians who live on the same floor as SCP-602, as well as those directly above or below Apt. ███, are outside the building. Surveillance of these civilians is provided by Pi-1.
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Exploration Log 1, ██/██/198█
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Materials:
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Subject D-602-01, equipped with a TV camera and two-way radio.
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A second camera on a tripod.
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Procedure:
+The subject records footage of each sculpture in the room. The subject attempts to open the door on the left wall, but cannot, declaring it "stuck". Around twelve minutes after entering, the subject hears a smashing sound, turns and sees the pulverized remains of the camera and tripod. The subject [DATA EXPUNGED].
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The subject starts to move into the next room when the video cable is cut and the front door closes and locks. Radio contact with the subject is lost within seconds. Subsequent examination of the apartment shows no sign of the subject or any equipment brought inside.
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Analysis:
+Footage shows eleven sculptures in the front room and at least four in the second room. Also in the second room is a table with what appears to be tools on it. Dr. Devon suggests a possible resemblance between some sculptures and several missing persons, including [DATA EXPUNGED].
Two remote-control motorized bases mounted with cameras and microphones.
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One camera array facing in through the open front door.
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Procedure:
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Analysis:
+Thermal imaging shows the temperature of the apartment dropping by between 7 and 15°C moments before the cameras are flattened by pillars of intense cold that briefly manifest above each camera. The two cameras were crushed within one-twentieth of a second of each other.
Subject D-602-02, equipped with a TV camera and two-way radio.
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Four remote-control motorized bases mounted with cameras and microphones, made from military-grade reinforced steel.
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One camera array facing in through the open front door.
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Two thermal imaging arrays facing in through the windows.
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A variety of sensors, including microphones, seismographs, Geiger counters, [DATA EXPUNGED], set up on surfaces adjacent to Apt. ███ (i.e. the walls of adjacent apartments, the floor of the apartment above, and the ceiling of the apartment below).
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Procedure:
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As the subject enters the second room to record more footage, the front door suddenly closes and locks, and all of the cameras lose their video signals simultaneously. Preliminary analysis shows the cables were cut just as in Experiment 1. When the door unlocks, there is no sign of the subject or any equipment in the apartment.
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Analysis:
+Right before the signal is lost, one of the cameras records something on the front door. Analysis of the footage suggests that the object is a wire rack around 15 cm long attached to the inside surface of the front door. The external cameras record the expected drop in temperature, though exact data could not be obtained through the closed window blinds. Several minutes later, external cameras record a sustained spike in Far-UV radiation that lasts approximately forty seconds. No other unusual emissions are detected.
Note, ██/██/198█: Overwatch has suspended exploration of SCP-602 for now, primarily because we’ve neared the limit of what we can learn using current technology without it becoming insanely expensive. At the very least, we would need stronger materials and more maneuverable robotics, though a cheap way to send a video signal without a cable would be nice too.
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It’s just as well, though, because I’m concerned that Mrs. Jankowicz up in ███ is becoming suspicious again. I don’t know how she knows what she does, but either way, getting that many amnestics can’t be good for anybody, particularly a lady her age. I recommend she be investigated as a potential SCP. —Dr. Devon
On ██/██/199█, Apartment ███ was opened for the first time in ████ years, and video footage was recorded from just outside the front door. Several differences were observed compared to footage recorded in '8█. First, there is now a closed door between the entry room and the room with the table. We cannot tell whether the door has a lock on it, but as much force as 602 can generate, it’s probably not necessary. More striking, though, are the sculptures in the entry room. They appear to be the same sculptures of the same people as before, but most of them have been changed, some pretty drastically.
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Lastly, and most significantly, attached to the inside of the front door is a wire rack holding a very sharp knife. Photographic evidence has proven that this knife almost certainly cut the video cables in the '8█ experiments. I’m convinced that 602 put the rack up after the second experiment, further evidence that 602 is sapient. —Dr. Devon
Ten fully-illustrated books of sculpture, including The Works of Henry Moore, The Works of Auguste Rodin, The Works of Alexander Calder, Sculptors of the Italian Renaissance, and Medieval Gothic Sculpture.
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Three mail-order catalogs for art-supply companies (bookmarked in the Sculpting sections) with attached order forms.
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One piece of paper, containing a half-finished press release describing a gallery show by "the mysterious new art sensation from SoHo that everyone's talking about", and a handwritten addendum stating, "This could be you."
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One cardboard sign, with the words "READ BEFORE DESTROYING" written on it in thick black thirty-centimeter-high letters.
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Procedure:
+The wagon was loaded carefully in the following order: press release on the bottom, then the art supply catalogs, then the sculpture books, and finally the cardboard sign on top. The door to the apartment was opened, and D-602-03 pushed the wagon inside before quickly exiting the apartment. Researcher Voct then loudly announced into the apartment, "Here you go, friend! We'll be back in twenty-four hours!", and closed and locked the apartment.
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+Twenty-four hours later, the apartment was re-opened. The wagon had been moved, but was otherwise intact; upon retrieval of the wagon by D-602-03, it was discovered the cardboard sign had been shredded, and the sculpture books had been removed. The art-supply catalogs showed signs of having been intensively consulted (with several pages having been torn out and/or crumpled), and the order forms had been filled out with crude markings in an unknown fluid. Study of the order forms revealed that SCP-602 would like new chisels, new mallets, a miniature kiln, and [REDACTED]. Lastly, the press release had been shredded, then reassembled with an unknown adhesive, then crumpled, and then flattened again.
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Analysis:
+SCP-602 is confirmed to be sapient, and to be willing to negotiate.
Note, ██/██/20██: No, I'm not suggesting that we just give the SCP whatever it wants. But we've established quasi-peaceful contact with an SCP previously thought intractable, and at less than a twentieth of the cost of any one of the previous exploration attempts.
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We may even be able to convince it to trade its old tools for new ones (although giving it [REDACTED] is completely out of the question, of course). — Researcher Voct
As a result of contacts 002 through 017 (see respective contact logs for details), the following protocols have been developed for successful interaction with SCP-602; "successful" is defined as ">90% survival rate".
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Always announce yourself at the door before entering.
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Do not touch the statues.
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Do not make any negative comments about the statues or their artistic merits. Constructive criticism seems to be acceptable.
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Do not touch the sculpting tools. If replacement sculpting tools have been supplied, SCP-602 will place its discarded tools in a bucket by the door; the bucket may be collected when leaving the apartment.
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All surveillance devices must be announced before installation, and their function must be clearly described. SCP-602 promptly locates and destroys all hidden or otherwise unacknowledged surveillance devices, and uses the debris as projectiles. Surveillance devices which were properly announced remain intact and operational until such time as SCP-602 wishes to create or modify a statue, at which point it deactivates all surveillance devices simultaneously; when it is finished, it reactivates the surveillance devices.
Digitally-enhanced image of SCP-6039 during its initial discovery
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS
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Direct containment of SCP-6039 is unfeasible. Public media pertaining to the existence of SCP-6039 are to be expunged by Foundation web-crawlers and civilian witnesses are likewise amnesticized. Due to the age demographic SCP-6039 targets, no further procedures are necessary for those who claim regarding SCP-6039 activity.
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Update: Attempts at establishing communication with SCP-6039 is currently pending.
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DESCRIPTION
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SCP-6039 designates an animate stuffed bear, exhibiting signs of sentience, sapience, and an average level of intelligence. Measuring to a height of around 45 centimeters, it is brown in coloration and wears a bowtie around its neck.
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The entity is capable of transporting itself from one location to another almost instantaneously. SCP-6039 typically presents itself within the proximity of a child, aged 12 or younger, when they are alone and currently sustaining an injury or ailment of some form. Upon manifestation, it entertains the subject via performing various activities, including, but not limited to:
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Gymnastics
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The motive behind SCP-6039’s actions, if any exists, is unclear. Following an inconsistent amount of time, it de-manifests.
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When an adult human interferes with SCP-6039’s performance, it immediately disappears. It can be captured on film, however, as the specimen is seemingly unaware of any nearby cameras implemented within the area (See Discovery Log). To date, SCP-6039 has not been reported to manifest in the vicinity of an individual outside its target demographic.1
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ADDENDA MATERIALS
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Discovery Log
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SCP-6039 was initially brought to Foundation attention following the dissemination of a home security video on the social media platform Facebook, consisting of SCP-6039 playfully interacting with 3-year-old Daisy Neuston.2 The film was taken down shortly after and all involved civilians were amnesticized.
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A copy of the aforementioned video is attached below for the sake of debriefing. More footage regarding SCP-6039 is available upon request.
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SECURITY CAM FOOTAGE
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Note: Daisy had a minor cut on her left leg at the time of recording.]
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[Daisy is seen sitting and clumsily interacting with the various alphabet blocks laid scattered across the living room carpet. As she attempts to place a block within her mouth, removing her pacifier, SCP-6039 manifests on the arm of a couch following a sudden burst of light. This does not alert Daisy, however, as she has her back turned to the entity.]
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[SCP-6039 performs a cartwheel towards her line of sight, which manages to grab her attention. She places down the block from her mouth on the floor while staring intently. SCP-6039 silently waves at Daisy, she does not respond.]
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[After a brief moment of silence, SCP-6039 reaches and takes out two crudely-decorated sock puppets from behind itself, resembling Audrey and Jeffery Neuston. It is uncertain where SCP-6039 had placed these puppets.]
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[SCP-6039 proceeds to do a performance using the sock puppets. Throughout the recording, SCP-6039 can be seen walking hastily to other spots within the living room area. Daisy is seen occasionally laughing and clapping during the specimen’s play.]
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[Following the cessation of SCP-6039’s performance, it returns to its previous position. It then bows and waves again. Daisy proceeds to stand up and approach SCP-6039 before briefly embracing it. The anomaly does not react to this. Afterward, she takes a step back before tumbling down, wherein SCP-6039 abruptly de-manifests. A short pause ensues before Daisy returns to her position during the beginning of the footage.]
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[END LOG]
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It is undetermined how long SCP-6039 was active for prior to its discovery by the Foundation, if it all.
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Appearance Log
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Below is a sample of SCP-6039 manifestations, a full list of which is available upon request.
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Sample Log-6039
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Matthew Porsche (6), sustaining a mild cut on his right index finger.
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SCP-6039 takes out a miniature sock puppet resembling Matthew and places it on the subject’s injured finger. SCP-6039 then presents him with a miniature puppet of itself and the two proceed to interact with one another using the toys.
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Jessie Steinfield (8), undergoing a common cold.
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SCP-6039 is riding a unicycle around Jessie’s room for the duration of the footage. The entity bows while Jessie applauds, after which it de-manifests.
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Rudy Hops (10), suffering from a fractured arm.
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SCP-6039 takes out a black sharpie marker and signs Rudy’s cast. It spends the rest of the recording assisting the subject as he cleans his room.
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Danny Nelson (12), paralyzed from the hips-down.
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SCP-6039 presents itself in a pirate costume and does a performance, with Danny actively engaging in the play using his hand as a puppet. The specimen de-manifests on the subject’s lap following the show’s conclusion.
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Bethany Goodwill (12), suffering from leukemia.
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On 2021/03/29, Senior Researcher Charles Peterson3 had arrived to the facility considerably late, refusing to answer why. He was reportedly more lethargic and unmotivated than usual, performing poorly in his work as a result. Peterson was also informally dressed and had bags under his eyes, presumably due to a lack of rest.
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Peterson decided to spend his break period within his office, where he promptly fell asleep undisturbed. Moments later, SCP-6039 had unexpectedly manifested near Peterson, with its subsequent interactions being caught on tape. The recording is as follows:
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TRANSCRIPTION LOG
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Peterson is quietly asleep in his office chair, resting his head atop his desk, stained with a clear liquid (later identified as tears). He holds on to a framed photograph.]
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[SCP-6039 manifests off-camera, as noted by the sudden flash of light. After a brief moment, it gradually approaches Peterson from behind, one step at a time. It stares at Peterson’s face.]
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[Once close enough to Peterson, SCP-6039 proceeds to silently embrace his left leg. Both parties remain in the same position for 23 minutes.]
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[After the time period, SCP-6039 lets go, glancing at Peterson’s face once more before abruptly de-manifesting. Peterson wakes up thereafter.]
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[Peterson briefly inspects his left leg before noticing the liquid stain on his desk. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans it. Peterson then tidies himself up before exiting his office.]
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[END LOG]
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Following this, Peterson returned to normal conditions, though noted to have stated that "[he] had felt a warm sensation" when prompted regarding the footage above. No further abnormal activities pursued.
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A brief inspection of Peterson’s office revealed a crumpled-up note containing a crudely-written message. It reads:
I’m deeply sorry for you, sir. You must be devastated. He was quite the wonderful fellow, I agree. I thank you heavily for letting me take care of him whenever you’re away.
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And don’t worry, despite how time-consuming work can be, I’m sure he still loves you.
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~ Bearsitter
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Investigation into Peterson’s activities outside the Foundation has discovered he had attended a funeral the day before dedicated to his late son, Nate Peterson, who recently passed away due to his rapidly declining health at the age of 11.
Special Containment Procedures: The search for SCP-6157 instances will resume on 14 December 2022, utilizing thaumic signature trackers in the possession of the GOI Research Group stationed at Site-55. Dr. J. Everwood is to be automatically reassigned to the SCP-6157 file at that time.
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Description: SCP-6157 is a blanket term for a series of anomalous individuals resembling baseline human beings but composed entirely of compacted sodium polyacrylate. No point of origin has been fixed for any of the twelve instances thus far documented, and no instance has survived for a period exceeding twenty-four hours.
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Discovery: The first instance of SCP-6157 was discovered in the Prudential Centre shopping mall in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America on 14 December 2021 when a patron bumped into a Dolby Toys restocker, who promptly exploded into a pile of artificial snow. Due to the close proximity of Site-55, Dr. J. Everwood was dispatched to carry out the initial witness interviews.
Wallis: Can I. Well, only kind of? I've never met someone so one-dimensional. The guy just would not stop talking about Christmas, over and over. He grilled every single person who came in today about it.
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Dr. Everwood: Did you ask him to stop?
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Wallis: Way above my pay grade, but the manager definitely did. Three times. You know what Kris said?
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Dr. Everwood: Couldn't begin to guess.
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Wallis: "You're not my real Navidad."
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Dr. Everwood laughs.
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Wallis: Right?
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Dr. Everwood: Sounds like a real comedian. Did he seem lonely?
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Wallis: Not really? Said he had a big family. Actually, he said "I'm a big family." Weird phrasing.
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Dr. Everwood: Yeah, that's not good.
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Wallis: No? You come from a big family?
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Dr. Everwood: That's… not what I meant.
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Wallis:No family, then?
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Dr. Everwood: Can we stick to the exploding guy?
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Wallis: Fair enough.
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Dr. Everwood: It says here that Kris was a temp.
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Wallis: Yep. Even in a pandemic, gotta keep the Christmas traditions alive. Shit on the radio, shit on the shelves, shit in the stockings and shit on the workers. He probably would've been fired by tomorrow, I don't think he did a damn thing today.
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Wallis pauses.
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Wallis: Except explode.
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Dr. Everwood nods.
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Wallis: So, uh…
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Dr. Everwood: Did he say where he came from? Provide any personal details?
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Wallis: Nope. We don't even know his last name, I think the manager was gonna pay him under the table. For all we know his name was Kris Kringle.
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Wallis pauses.
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Wallis: How much you wanna bet his name was Kris Kringle?
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Dr. Everwood: You seem to be taking this unusual occurrence unusually well.
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Wallis: Look, I've been awake for forty hours. Nothing surprises me. And after getting yelled at by my boss and the customers for two straight shifts, honestly? I wish more people would explode.
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Dr. Everwood nods.
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Wallis: Anyway, he did say he was looking for someone. Maybe you wanna know about that?
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Dr. Everwood prepares to take notes.
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Dr. Everwood: Absolutely. Any leads you can give us would be wonderful.
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Wallis: He was looking for someone named Everwood.
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Dr. Everwood stares at him.
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Wallis: So you probably wanna find whoever that is.
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Wallis and the remaining witnesses were amnesticized and released. Examination of the temp worker's remains revealed a unique thaumic signature; development on a tracking mechanism began immediately due to the subject's reference to possessing 'a big family'.
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Lacking any further attributes to focus on, Dr. Everwood's GOI Research Group was tasked with examining media reports and police band radio transmissions for individuals displaying unusual and problematic Christmas cheer. The following day, on the morning of 15 December, police were called to assess the sobriety of a mall Santa working at the Copley Place Mall in Boston. The police were intercepted, and Dr. Everwood made contact with the suspect instead.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Anonymous mall Santa, Copley Place Mall
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Dr. Everwood: Can you tell me your name?
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Second recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Santa: I can tell you your name, Dr. Everwood.
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Dr. Everwood: I already know my name. I don't know yours.
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Santa: Me either! But do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is?
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Dr. Everwood: I want to know how you know my name.
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Santa: Santa always knows. Santa was made with that information.
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Dr. Everwood: You were made? Who made you?
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Santa: Someone who wants you to know the true meaning of Christmas. Do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is?
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Dr. Everwood: Heh, not really? Maybe later. So—
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Santa: Okay.
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The entity explodes, coating Dr. Everwood in artificial snow.
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Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH
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Witnesses were amnesticized.
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The thaumic tracker was delivered to Site-55 the following day, 16 December, and a scan of the Boston Metropolitan Area revealed an SCP-6157 signature at The Corner Mall. Mall security were tasked with locating and detaining any suspicious individuals whilst Dr. Everwood was en route. A security guard met them in the mall parking lot to discuss the matter.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Security guard, The Corner Mall
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Dr. Everwood: Hey. You find anything?
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Guard: Not the true meaning of Christmas, I'll tell you that much.
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Dr. Everwood: Cute. Did you identify any suspects, though?
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Guard: You know, they say this is the most wonderful time of the year.
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Dr. Everwood: They do say that.
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Guard: They say they're dreaming of a white Christmas.
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Dr. Everwood: Well. Only Bing Crosby says that, really. And it's more like sing—
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Guard: They say and then we were upsot. Oh, jingle bells.
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Dr. Everwood stares at the guard.
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Dr. Everwood: So, it's you then.
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Third recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Guard: What does 'upsot' mean? Could that be the true meaning of—
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Dr. Everwood: It means 'upset'. But not in the sense—
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Guard: Is being upset the true meaning of Christmas?
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Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel that way.
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Guard: You're beginning to feel a lot like Christmas?
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Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel a lot like upsetting your slei—
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The guard explodes in a burst of artificial snow, and the wind blows it into Dr. Everwood's face.
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Dr. Everwood: GOD DAMMIT.
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There were no witnesses.
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The next thaumic signature appeared on 17 December, at Wrentham Village Premium Outlets. Mall security were not involved on this occasion, and Dr. Everwood intended to alter their interview approach for this subject. Agents quietly depopulated the mall and commenced amnesticization; one clerk remained unresponsive until Dr. Everwood arrived.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Store clerk, Wrentham Village Premium Outlets
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Clerk: Dr. Everwood. D—
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Fourth recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Dr. Everwood: I want to know the true meaning of Christmas.
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The clerk blinks rapidly.
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Clerk: Of course you do. Well, what if it's presents?
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Dr. Everwood: Come again?
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Clerk: What if it's presents? They seem like a big deal.
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The entity gestures at the empty store.
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Clerk: Look at all the presents. Everybody wants one. Everybody wants the true meaning of presents. Christmas.
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Dr. Everwood: That's pretty reductive.
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Clerk: The true meaning of Christmas is pretty reductive.
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Dr. Everwood: I mean… yes, but as far as morals go, 'maybe it's presents' doesn't really do much for me?
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Clerk: Is there a moral?
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Dr. Everwood: Of course there's a moral. You're all doing some weird Christmas Carol thing, and once I've had my epiphany the game will stop.
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Clerk: Have you ever gotten a bad present? I bet that would really suck.
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Dr. Everwood: Uh—
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Clerk: I bet the true meaning of Christmas is getting presents that don't really suck.
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Dr. Everwood: Have you never heard that it's the thought that counts?
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Clerk: No.
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The clerk pitches forward, striking its head on the counter. Its head explodes, spilling onto Dr. Everwood's pants and shoes.
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Dr. Everwood: Better? I guess.
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SCP-6157 manifestations on 18 and 19 December were not intercepted in time due to an alteration in the manifestation pattern. The first instance appeared to be travelling down the Charles River, until MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") punched through the ice and discovered that the entity had already particulated, presumably as a result of having drowned. The second instance was involved in a bus accident on Bridge Street; witnesses reported that it had walked into traffic, apparently seeking a closer look at the advertisements wrapped onto the side of each city bus, until it was struck by one and immediately exploded. Witnesses were amnesticized and the bus impounded for particle removal.
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On 20 December, a new instance was detected at the Washington Park Mall. Dr. Everwood investigated.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Mall Santa, Washington Park Mall
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Dr. Everwood: Afternoon.
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Seventh recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Santa: It's cold outside.
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Dr. Everwood: Please don't start singing.
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Santa: You were wrong. The true meaning of Christmas isn't outside. It has to be inside. It has to be inside the malls.
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Dr. Everwood: Why are you so fixated on this lesson?
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Santa: It's the reason for the season.
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Dr. Everwood stares at the Santa.
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Santa: Is the true meaning of Christmas the true meaning of Christmas?
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Dr. Everwood: Okay, do you guys not actually have an answer to thi—
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Santa: Is it about not knowing? Is it about finding out? Is it trying to find out? Is it about how I'm a good looking guy with a hole where my heart should be, and I just need the right woman to come along and thaw me?
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Dr. Everwood attempts to formulate a reply for several seconds.
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Dr. Everwood: …no? Definitely not.
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Santa: No? Definitely not?
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Dr. Everwood: Definitely not, because if you thaw someone out when they have a hole where their heart should be, then that someone will die.
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The entity blinks rapidly.
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Santa: Maybe it's about dying.
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Dr. Everwood: Beg pardon?
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Santa: Maybe the true meaning of Christmas is dying.
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Dr. Everwood: It's not.
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Santa: Maybe it is for me.
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The entity collapses into a pile of artificial snow on and around its chair.
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As the mall had already been closed due to a COVID-19 scare, there were no witnesses to amnesticize.
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The manifestation for 21 December was not detected until late in the evening, due to its unusual choice of venue: Old South Church. After a perimeter was established and the clergy detained for amnesticization, Dr. Everwood discovered the entity snuffing and relighting candles by the main entrance.
Priest: Father, child, not brother. Do your parents know you're up this late, child?
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Dr. Everwood: Uh.
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Priest: Is staying up late the true meaning of Christmas? Have you come to pray to Santa? Have you been a good little boys and girls?
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Dr. Everwood: That doesn't make any sense.
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Priest: You either, huh.
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The entity snuffs the remaining candles.
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Priest: Is god the true meaning of Christmas?
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Dr. Everwood: What do you think?
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The entity re-lights each candle.
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Priest: Nah.
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The entity demanifests onto the candles, starting a small fire which consumes the guest book and badly scorches the table it was resting upon before Dr. Everwood locates a fire extinguisher.
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With the widening of the search parameters, and the acquisition of additional trackers, the instance for 22 December was quickly discovered. It had taken the guise of a homeless man sitting in a sleeping bag on a park bench in Boston Common.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Homeless man
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Dr. Everwood sits down on the bench.
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Site of ninth recorded SCP-6157 instance manifestation, post-interview.
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Dr. Everwood: If there's a point to all this, you're running out of time to make it.
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Homeless Man: Isn't that the truth.
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They watch as pedestrians are carefully maneuvered out of the park by MTF Gamma-5.
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Homeless Man: Do you have a family?
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Dr. Everwood: Not… not as such, no.
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Homeless Man: Me either. Except myselves.
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Dr. Everwood: Does that mean… do you share memories? Or are each of you different?
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Homeless Man: Yes.
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Dr. Everwood: Wow, both? What's it like to have separate cognition but shared mem—
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Homeless Man: And for the second question, no.
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Dr. Everwood sighs.
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Homeless Man: Sorry. I'm a little slow. It's the—
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Dr. Everwood: The shared cognition.
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The homeless man laughs.
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Dr. Everwood: I didn't expect you to have a sense of humour.
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Homeless Man: Maybe that's the true meaning of Christmas.
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Dr. Everwood: Probably not.
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Homeless Man: Probably not.
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The park is nearly empty now.
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Homeless Man: Is there only one of you?
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Dr. Everwood: Yeah.
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Homeless Man: Is that—
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Dr. Everwood: Is being alone the true meaning of Christmas?
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Homeless Man: Yes.
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Dr. Everwood: I sure hope not.
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Homeless Man: Me too.
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A heavy drift of snow falls from the branches of a tree overhanging the bench, striking the entity and Dr. Everwood. The entity disintegrates.
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Dr. Everwood emerges from the snow, visibly frustrated.
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The instance for 23 December was discovered early in the morning at the South Bay Center mall, which had not yet opened to the public for the day. The opening was postponed and the employees detained while Dr. Everwood confronted the SCP-6157 instance, once again occupying the mall's Santa Claus display. The Santa was sleeping in its chair, while an attendant in an elf costume attempted to wake him.
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Interview Log
+Subject: Mall Santa
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Attendant: Excuse m—
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Dr. Everwood: Run along. I'd like a word with Santa.
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Attendant: But—
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Dr. Everwood sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the chair.
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Tenth recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Dr. Everwood: Hey! Old timer! Wake up!
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Dr. Everwood snaps their fingers. The Santa awakens with a start.
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Santa: We opening? What?
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The Santa peers down at Dr. Everwood.
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Santa: Aren't you a little old to be visiting Santa?
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Dr. Everwood: Let's cut to the chase. What's the true meaning of Christmas?
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Santa: There isn't one.
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Dr. Everwood: What?
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Santa: There isn't one. There aren't two. There's as many different meanings for Christmas as there are people it means something to. Only an idiot would think something as personal as a holiday could have one specific meaning across all contexts.
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Dr. Everwood: Well, okay, obviously, but—
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Santa: The very question is childish. It's a childish question. Why are you asking a child's question to a mall Santa at your age?
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Dr. Everwood: Okay, it's not my question, though, it's y—
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The attendant suddenly pitches forward, crashing over Dr. Everwood and exploding on them in a cloud of artificial snow.
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Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH
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Santa: What the fuck? What the fuck?!
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The witness was amnesticized.
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No entity was detected on 24 December, and Dr. Everwood held an impromptu Christmas party at Site-55 for the GOI Research Group.
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Security Camera Footage
+Subject: Breakroom Christmas Party
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Dr. Everwood is sitting at the open bar with their assistant, Rex Alces.
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Dr. Everwood: I guess I really let it get to me.
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Alces: Let what get to you?
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Dr. Everwood: This anomaly. I dunno if I thought it had something to teach me, or if I had something to teach it, but I definitely got lost in the sauce. I keep forgetting that sometimes these things don't mean anything.
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Alces: But sometimes they do. Don't they?
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Dr. Everwood takes a sip from their plastic cup of punch.
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Dr. Everwood: Sometimes. Wondertainment stuff usually does, even if it's not always a pleasant meaning, depending on the era. But whatever this is… no. I'm not sure this means anything at all.
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Alces: Then why's it bothering you so much?
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Dr. Everwood shrugs.
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Dr. Everwood: I guess it's starting to mean something to me anyway? I mean, I'm not sorry it's happening, per se, because winter is depressing and who doesn't need a bit of extra whimsy in December, but… look, I just feel bad for the guys. The guy. Whatever it is. Falling apart every day, never getting any answers…
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Alces: Sounds kinda like you.
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Dr. Everwood scoffs.
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Dr. Everwood: Kinda like us, you mean, Rex.
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Alces: Who's Rex?
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Rex Alces appears in the door of the breakroom.
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Alces: Okay, who's the jackass who took my lab coat?
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The entity collapses onto and around its stool, and Dr. Everwood staggers back, spilling their drink on themselves.
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Dr. Everwood: Ohhhhh you son of a.
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What was expected to be the final SCP-6157 instance appeared in a small, unnamed park just outside the Site-55 interdiction zone on Christmas Day. Dr. Everwood approached the entity while agents ensured they would not be disturbed.
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The instance had taken the form of a nondescript male in a thick winter coat and snow pants. It was making snow angels on the ground when Dr. Everwood initiated contact.
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Interview Log
+Subject: SCP-6157
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Dr. Everwood: Merry Christmas.
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SCP-6157: Merry Christmas.
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Final recorded SCP-6157 instance.
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Dr. Everwood: And a happy New Year.
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SCP-6157: Not for me, probably.
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Dr. Everwood: No?
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SCP-6157: No.
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Dr. Everwood: Twelve days of Christmas, then nothing else?
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SCP-6157: Yep.
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Dr. Everwood: You know this was the wrong twelve days, right? They're supposed to go from Christmas to January 6.
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SCP-6157: Ah, who cares? It's all meaningless anyway.
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Both laugh.
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Dr. Everwood: I got you something.
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SCP-6157: A present?
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Dr. Everwood: Yeah. I guess we'll have to hold on to it for you when you're gone, but maybe I'll see you again next year?
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Dr. Everwood hands a bag containing a thick, wrapped package to SCP-6157.
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SCP-6157: Maybe.
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SCP-6157 unwraps the box. It contains a black felt hat.
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SCP-6157: Is there any magic in it?
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Dr. Everwood shakes their head.
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Dr. Everwood: You're magic enough without it. Thank you.
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SCP-6157: For what? I didn't get you anything.
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The entity dons the hat.
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Dr. Everwood: You thought about me. Maybe more than anyone else has in the last little while. Certainly more than I have.
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SCP-6157: You know what that is?
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Dr. Everwood: Pathetic?
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SCP-6157 shakes its head.
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SCP-6157: I think it might be the true meaning of—
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Dr. Everwood scoops up a handful of snow while the entity is talking, and pitches a snowball into its face before it can finish its sentence. It flops back into the snow, but remains intact.
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SCP-6157: I deserved that.
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Dr. Everwood lies down beside SCP-6157, and begins making a one-winged angel in the snow. After a moment, SCP-6157 mimics the motion with its other arm. Demanifestation occurs approximately twenty minutes later.
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The following note was discovered within SCP-6157's coat pocket:
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+Hi, kids at heart! You are sad that Señor Fluff (from the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic) had to go, but he'll be back again some day!
+Let your señors here for fun! Pick up all the señors, super fun! Fun for you! Fun of your friends!
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The pocket also contained a corncob pipe with a handwritten gift tag attached, presently kept in Dr. Everwood's personal possession (as they were the named recipient). The felt hat is kept in a secure locker at Site-55 in anticipation of renewed manifestations in 2022.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6532 are to be contained within the Parazoology Habitat at Site-204.
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Any reports that indicate an uncontained SCP-6532 instance are to be investigated. Upon the confirmation of an uncontained SCP-6532 instance, Foundation agents are to be dispatched to the area to retrieve the SCP-6532 instance. Any witnesses are to be treated with amnestics.
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Due to the limited amount of SCP-6532 instances, dissection for further examination is currently prohibited.
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Description: SCP-6532 is the collective designation for 17 sentient human organs capable of independent movement.
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SCP-6532 instances possess multiple humanoid limbs with sharp claws, which are used for ambulation. Furthermore, SCP-6532 instances also possess structures that resemble miniature human eyes on their surface, presumably for navigation. All SCP-6532 instances have large orifices resembling a human's mouth on their surface which produce and contain human blood. Blood analysis reveals significantly higher genetic markers for hereditary diseases compared to the baseline human genome.
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Periodically, new instances of SCP-6532 are recovered from North Holland, Netherlands, engaging in various behaviors. Most SCP-6532 instances are docile and will not attempt to resist containment; noncompliant instances will attempt to breach containment by attacking personnel with their claws.1 SCP-6532 instances do not appear to require any sustenance, as instances are never observed to feed. SCP-6532 instances are also highly resistant to bacterial infections and do not undergo decay.
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Notably, imaging tests revealed that most SCP-6532 instances are affected with various diseases, such as cancer. The origins of SCP-6532 instances are currently undergoing investigation.
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Addendum | Abridged List of SCP-6532 instances:
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For the full list, please consult Head Researcher Cornelia Koopman.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-1
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Date of Recovery: 9th August 2018
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Description: A brain possessing 6 limbs. Imaging test revealed SCP-6532-1 is affected by Alzheimer's.
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Recorded behavior: SCP-6532-1 was found wandering around on a beach, ignoring all bystanders around it. Instance was discovered following reports of "a brain with legs watching the sunset" in the area. Instance did not resist containment.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-3
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Date of Recovery: 18th January 2019
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Description: A human leg, with an additional 2 limbs growing from the calf. Imaging test revealed SCP-6532-3 is affected by gangrene.
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Recorded behavior: SCP-6532-3 was recovered on a sidewalk along with a plastic bowl, witness reporting that SCP-6532-3 attempted to beg for what is assumed to be money. It had not succeeded in obtaining anything. A pamphlet could be found along with SCP-6532-3 during recovery, which appears to depict a prosthetic leg and money drawn with pen ink. Instance resisted containment, attacking personnel with its limbs and attempting to squeeze through tight spaces. All attempts ended in failure.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-6
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+Date of Recovery: 3rd September 2020
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Description: A pair of lungs, possessing 4 limbs and a single orifice on each side. Imaging test revealed that SCP-6532-6 is affected by cancer.
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Recorded behavior: SCP-6532-6 was recovered after a report of a pair of lungs breaking into a tobacco store. SCP-6532-6 reportedly damaged the store by knocking over tobacco products over the shelves before spitting liquid all over the dropped items. It then proceeded to attack the manager of the store by pulling his leg and tripping him, before spitting blood on his hair via the orifice and fleeing the scene. Instance was then found wandering in a nearby street. During retrieval, SCP-6532-6 resisted containment, defending itself with the same method used to attack the store manager. SCP-6532-6 appears to contain 2 different consciousness within each lung and are sometimes observed to have conflicting movement.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-8 to SCP-6532-10
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Date of Recovery: 2nd March 2021
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Description: All 3 SCP-6532 instances are square pieces of human skin (consisting of the epidermis and dermis layer) of various sizes possessing 4 limbs. Imaging test revealed their structure is similar to a patch of skin affected by cancer.
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Recovery & recorded behavior: All 3 SCP-6532 instances were found wandering on a beach, carrying a large garbage bag containing various discarded waste such as rags, paper and wooden debris, attempting to construct a structure resembling an umbrella using aforementioned discarded waste beside a civilian who was sunbathing at that time. After constructing the "umbrella", the 3 SCP-6532 instances gestured nearby civilians to approach the umbrella and attempted to give them bottles of sunscreen.
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During containment, SCP-6532-9 was observed to communicate with SCP-6532-8 and SCP-6532-10. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-6532-9 is attempting to convince SCP-6532-8 and SCP-6532-10 to escape containment, as it constantly points outside the containment zone with its limbs. Currently, SCP-6532-8 and SCP-6532-10 appear to be unconvinced by SCP-6532-9.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-14
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Date of Recovery: 1st January 2022
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Description: A heart with 6 limbs. Imaging test revealed SCP-6532-14 is affected by coronary artery disease.
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Recorded behavior: SCP-6532-14 was recovered after a report of a citizen (Aldert Citroen) attacked by SCP-6532-14. According to the citizen, SCP-6532-14 attempted to slice his skin under his collarbone during his sleep, waking him up in the process. This startled Citroen, causing him to retaliate. Additionally, SCP-6532-14 was also reported to hold a device made from electronic waste.
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During containment, SCP-6532-14 was recorded to be much inactive and docile compared to the other SCP-6532 instances. A few days after the incident, Citroen was diagnosed with coronary artery disease as well as arrhythmia. Due to the similarities of SCP-6532-14's "attack" towards Citroen to the pacemaker insertion process, it was hypothesized that the device held by SCP-6532-14 is a makeshift pacemaker produced by itself.
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Instance №: SCP-6532-17
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Date of Recovery: 21st December 2023
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Description: A liver with a gallbladder and bile duct attached to it. The liver possesses 5 limbs. Imaging test revealed its structure is similar to liver affected by liver cirrhosis.
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Recorded behavior: SCP-6532-17 was recovered at a park, witnesses reporting that SCP-6532-17 attempted to give out pamphlets made of discarded paper waste. The content of the pamphlets consist of unintelligible text scribbled across it, with illustration of what appears to depict alcoholic drinks and fast food crossed out. Analysis of the pamphlets indicates the text and illustrations were written using human bile and blood. One of the limb is located near the gallbladder, occasionally squeezing it to draw depictions similar with the pamphlets it gave out during discovery.
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A janitor (Charlie Janssen) tasked in maintaining Site-204 Parazoology Habitat has reported that SCP-6532-17 will draw depictions similar in content to pamphlets it gave out during discovery on the floor using bile produced in the gallbladder attached to it. Additionally, SCP-6532-17 will often guide him to the drawings and will roll its eyes every time he cleaned up the drawings during cleaning routines. Interview conducted with Janssen reported that he had an increase of alcohol use over the last 4 months. After discussion with the Ethics Committee, Janssen has been assigned to visit the on-site psychiatrist weekly to help him with alcohol abuse.
SCP-6542, taken from its containment chamber inside of the Marzec Church in Zielonka, Poland.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: As SCP-6542 facilitates its own failed form of self-containment — still requiring intensive observations and proactive procedures from the Foundation — the Pagnum classification has been deemed appropriate. SCP-6542 is actively drained at a constant rate of 20,000 liters per hour. All contents derived from SCP-6542 must be processed in accordance with Document 6542-Alpha. Copies of said document may be retrieved freely at Area-120 from Rs. Laura Rains at any time.
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In the event that human consumption of SCP-6542's contents is unsuccessful, the subsequent emergency procedures are to be enforced until such issues have been rectified.
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EMERGENCY PROCEDURES: All personnel self-identifying as believers in the Christian faith must bathe themselves within SCP-6542 for no less than one hour. The anomaly itself must not remain unoccupied for longer than twelve minutes between bathing periods. Upon exiting, medical personnel are to clean and inspect each individual for any unusual properties such as stigmata.1
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-6542 is a large white marble vat of anomalously preserved milk, located within the Marzec Church. Attempts to remove this milk from the container will not cause the overall volume of SCP-6542 to decrease. Analysis of the milk contained within reveals it to have originated from non-anomalous domestic sheep.
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At seemingly random intervals, a human shadow will become visible within SCP-6542. Upon seeing this shadow, all individuals who self-identify as a member of a Christian denomination describe debilitating feelings of dread, anxiety, and guilt. Upon the further formation of this shadow, a lactoderm2 will begin forming across the surface of the milk. Testing has revealed that this lactoderm contains traces of human endometrial cells, and will increase in density until an individual practicing the Christian faith is submerged into SCP-6542 (refer to ADDENDUM 6542-3).
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If allowed to cover the entire surface of the milk, the lactoderm will begin transmuting into cheese, which will continue unless a subject is submerged within.3 Should the entirety of the milk currently held within SCP-6542 be transmuted into cheese, a RAPTURE event will manifest. During this period, large quantities of non-anomalous milk, far exceeding the tub's volume, will flow from SCP-6542. RAPTURE events typically last 1-2 hours, with SCP-6542 releasing upwards of 300,000 liters of milk and/or cheese from within its container.
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SCP-6542 was discovered in a routine scan for heterodox4 Christian practices in order to locate possible anomalous activity. The prevalence of lactic symbolism and the statistically significant low level of crime in Marzec prompted a deeper investigation. Containment of the anomaly was willingly surrendered to the Foundation after the Patriarchs of Rome and Byzantium declared the practices in Marzec heretical.
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ADDENDUM 1: REPORT OF EYEWITNESS PARANORMAL EVENT
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DATE: 1992/11/26
+WRITTEN BY: Dr. Anderson Mackay
+SUPPORTING: Rs. Markus Rains, Dr. Andrew Sinclair, Jr. Rs. Niles Gustom, et. al.
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OVERVIEW
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On 1992/11/14, Foundation satellites detected an unknown abnormality centralized within the Marzec Church. Local police were later dispatched alongside Foundation personnel to the scene of the event, which had already been overtaken by a RAPTURE event. A total of 123 casualties were recovered, 7 of which later expired due to related causes.
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Interviews between several eyewitnesses have detailed the following series of chronological events that occurred both before and after the RAPTURE event. Such events would later spark the phenomenon's first active investigation.
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TIMELINE OF EVENTS
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Internal emails sent to Marzec Church staff indicate that, due to scheduling complications, the monthly public baptisms will have to be delayed again for the third time since September. Concerns about the volume of the central baptism chamber are raised and quickly dismissed.
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The facility opens, and the first few civilians begin congregating within the outer hall. Members of the Church administration report hearing moans, bells, and chords emanating from the central stage, but cannot locate their source.
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Civilians are allowed within the central sanctuary. The crowds begin filling seats throughout the room. One member slips in an unknown material as he goes to sit, and cries weakly whilst laying in the fetal position. Interviews with the ministry leader indicate that the substance appeared to be molten cheese.
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Initial worship begins and ends. All members return to their seats as Father Anders walks onto the central stage. The crowd claps as he enters. Members of the stage crew note some disturbance on Father Anders's microphone as it records the faint voice of an unknown individual. No one else notices these disturbances.
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Members of the crowd complain of a foul yet intoxicating smell. Father Anders apologizes, briefly making a joke about a member flatulating, before Maintenance arrives once more to investigate. Father Anders continues his sermon.
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The top of the central monument begins to warp outwards. Several members take notice and vocalize concern to other staff, but Father Anders continues his speech. Maintenance is unable to locate nor prevent the source of the leaking.
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Milk begins flooding from more leaks and the now-present gaps at the top of the central monument. Father Anders notices and asks everyone to quickly retreat from the facility. While some members retreat, others fall to their knees and begin babbling incoherently.
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The RAPTURE event begins. The lid of the central monument is ejected upwards, crashing into a nearby chandelier before impacting the central stage — damaging it severely. Milk is also ejected at a rate of 2,820m3/s. Several audience members are quickly swept away by the rushing milk and cheese curds, including Father Anders.
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The first few members of the Church are seen exiting the building. Milk has begun to fill the central chamber and outer halls, increasing in rate as it continues. The rushing currents of the fluid trap members along the walls of the facility. The milk now stands at a depth of nearly two meters. Glass begins shattering as lowered windows cannot take the pressure, leaking milk into the parking lot outside.
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Foundation forces are dispatched to the scene for cleanup and proper containment. A perimeter is made surrounding the Marzec Church as it continues to flood.
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The rate of flow begins to decrease. Outside drains begin overflowing from milk and cheese. Foundation members begin pumping out the milk to surrounding drainage to accommodate.
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The depth of milk seen within the Church decreases dramatically to 1.1 meters. No corpses are seen floating on the surface of the milk. Much of the congregation has vanished.
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De-escalation and amnesticiation protocols are initiated. Local authorities are removed from the premises as Foundation agents begin scrubbing documents of the Marzec Church's existence. Official containment begins.
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ADDENDUM 2: OBSERVED CHANGES FOLLOWING RAPTURE EVENT
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LEAD RESEARCHER: Rs. D. Odo
+ASSISTING RESEARCHER: Dr. Lordan Xyon, Dir. Daniel Asheworth, et. al.
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In the weeks following SCP-6542's first RAPTURE event, containment personnel within Provisional Site-6542 reported identical and unusual dreams. These dreams would later correspond to several observed changes in SCP-6542's behavior. Both are presented below in chronological order.
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Descriptions of the dreams invariably and strongly resembled narrative structure and imagery from Bibles published in the native languages of the dreamers. The following English dream transcriptions resemble passages in the King James Version, published in 1611.
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DATE
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1992/11/15
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DREAM
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Upon such sights I witnessed that of the Son of Man, clothed with cheesecloth to his feet, and wrapped in a golden liquid. His head and hair were white as pulled mozzarella, firm like mascarpone, and his eyes a rippling whey. His feet smelled heavily of limburger, with his voice the sound of butter churning.
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He had in his hand seven holes stolen from a wheel of swiss cheese. Escaping from his mouth was an unruly blade, and his face a rich-red sauce.
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When I saw him, I fell before his feet as dead. He laid his right hand onto me and spoke "Be not afraid! I am the first and the last. I am He who lives beyond Death. Behold. I am alive forevermore, and I hold the cream of hell and heaven."
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RESULTS
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Following reports of this dream, an unknown shadow began forming along the surface of SCP-6542. Shadows cast upon SCP-6542 are now widely recognized as a single masculine figure upon a wooden cross.
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DATE
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1992/11/16
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Before thee lay a throne set in heaven, which He sat upon; He who was gorgonzola and stiltson, who had obtained a brilliance about the throne, like a wheel of aged white cheddar. Before the throne there was a sea of cream, and surrounding the throne were four beasts full of eyes.
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The first a lion, the second a cow, the third had a face like a woman, and the fourth a flying eagle. Each had several udders with six teats, and the beasts gave milk and honey to He who sat on the throne, who lives forever and ever.
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RESULTS
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The overall volume of milk generated by SCP-6542 was observed to increase by approximately twenty-four times after the aforementioned dream was reported.
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DATE
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1992/11/17
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DREAM
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You have abandoned your first love. Repent, and do your first work. Repent, and eat milk instead of meat. You copulate not to draw forth milk, but instead for pleasure. Wake up! Your souls are neither cold nor hot; I would wish you to be either, but since they are merely lukewarm, I can only taste a foul curdle in my mouth.
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RESULTS
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All self-identified Christians in Marzec became physically nauseous upon eating meat.
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1992/11/18
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To the victor, I bestow the cheese of life, which comes from the paradise of God. To the victor, I shall provide some of my hidden milk, and will give him a magnificent ball of mozzarella, and upon that mozzarella, a new name will be written, which none can know but he who receives it. The victor, I will clothe in fresh cheesecloth. To the victor, I will give the right to sit at my table and gaze upon my galaxy.
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RESULTS
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All self-identified Christians in Marzec expressed fanatical cravings for milk. Riots would later break out within Marzec's grocers following a shortage of purchasable milk. 12 Foundation personnel were injured.
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1992/11/19
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DREAM
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We shall hunger nor thirst anymore. The sun shall not burn us. The lamb who flocks amidst the throne will provide and lead us unto living fountains of milk, and God shall wipe away all tears from our eyes.
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He is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. He gives unto us the milk of the fountain, which gives unto us freely.
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The milk within SCP-6542 curdles entirely into cheese by sunrise the subsequent night, prompting immediate de-escalation by Foundation personnel to deter another RAPTURE event.
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ADDENDUM 3: EXPLORATION OF NEWLY DISCOVERED SCP-6542 PHENOMENA
DELTA: MTF Eta-77 "Spheres Within Spheres" (Tactical Theology)
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FOREWORD: Following a drastic increase of both RAPTURE event frequencies and their potential threat to the Veil5 efforts to reduce or outright cease their manifestations were highly prioritized by Foundation researchers.
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Following further investigation, it was revealed that once a subject6 was submerged within SCP-6542 prior to its RAPTURE event, the anomaly's effects were dampened or, in some cases, nullified entirely. Submergement into SCP-6542 likewise introduced newly discovered anomalous phenomena, which was later recorded by Provisional MTF Alpha-33 "Lactose Intolerant" whilst testing.
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<BEGIN TRANSCRIPT>
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Camera recording begins with ABSALOM entering the dimensional space created by SCP-6542. Other members of Alpha-33 wait until ABSALOM signals that the dimension on the other side appears to be physically stable and contains breathable air. The remainder of Alpha-33 then enters.
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Body camera footage shows a vast and blurry white abyss, though as more members of Alpha-33 enter, the footage quality improves, revealing a street. Buildings are situated along one side of the street. The closest is no taller than two stories, with sleek alabaster skyscrapers being somewhat visible in the distance.
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On the other side of the street, there is a body of liquid that stretches beyond the camera's view. A pale, golden light in the sky tints the liquid the color of honey.
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DELTA: Huh… dunno what I was expecting. It's all milk and honey.
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ABSALOM activates a matter-analyzing device, pointing it at the body of water. CHAI pulls out an Akiva measuring device, and DELTA tests the ground while also pointing a laser sight at the skyscrapers. The ground is noticeably firm but malleable and springs back at the touch.
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ABSALOM: According to my scanner here, that's not actually honey. Probably whey from the looks of it.
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DELTA:[Offhand] So much for that, then.
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CHAI: I'm getting nothing over here. Whole place is filled to the brim with Akiva.
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ABSALOM: Understood. [Pause] DELTA, any results?
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DELTA: Not really — everything's super inconsistent. Like, take those skyscrapers over there, for example. They should be anywhere between a hundred meters and twelve kilometers away, right? But really it's just a mirage; they don't actually exist.
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DELTA clears his throat as he lightly stomps his boots into the ground, causing the surface to undulate.
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DELTA: Anyway, our best bet is to head towards the city center, I think.
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ABSALOM: Agreed.
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Alpha-33 begins walking towards the skyscraper buildings. As they walk further, a large and expansive city becomes viewable. The buildings within have the architectural style of an ancient Roman tenement, with some appearing to ooze or jiggle like mozzarella. Alpha-33 intercepts a large road leading into the city, which they traverse to enter.
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Alpha-33 proceeds forward. The buildings seen earlier still do not appear to change in perceived height. All three agents are heard making sounds of consternation and complaint.
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ABSALOM: Chai, you ever deal with an infinite loop before?
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CHAI: Once or twice. The trick with dimensions like these though is that once you realize it, they become a lot easier to escape from.
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DELTA: Infinite dimension loops should be the least of our worries. Especially in a place like this, we need to be careful. None of you are trained in dealing with Covenants — especially not any dealing with akivic or tartarean entities.
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They continue walking onwards. After several minutes, the street they're traversing terminates, leading to another sea of whey similar to the one seen previously.
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ABSALOM: We're definitely looping.
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DELTA: No, I don't think so. Everything still looks different.
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He points across the sea of whey, indicating towards a large, white citadel situated beyond a series of hills. As the camera perspective shifts, a loud beep is heard faintly.
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CHAI: Akiva levels increasing. Looks like something's approaching us?
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ABSALOM: There.
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An unknown male figure (hereby referreed to as SCP-6542-A) strides from across the sea of whey and towards Alpha-33, walking atop the liquid. As it approaches, the camera slowly begins distinguishing its features. From this perspective, SCP-6542-A can be seen wearing a white robe. Its skin is likewise white, with long, thick hair resembling shredded cheese.
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SCP-6542-A: GREETINGS, MY CHILDREN! BE NOT AFRAID! THE SON OF MAN WELCOMES YOU!
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A noticeable audio distortion is detected, presumably caused by the entity's voice disrupting the physical hardware of the recording device.
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ABSALOM: Who are you?
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SCP-6542-A: I GO BY MANY NAMES! HEIR OF DAVID AND SOLOMON! THE SON OF MAN! JESUS OF NAZARETH!
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SCP-6542-A smiles, swinging its arms outwards.
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SCP-6542-A: YOU'VE HAD A LONG JOURNEY! PLEASE, JOIN ME! SIT AT MY FATHER'S TABLE! LET US BREAK BREAD!
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DELTA turns towards ABSALOM.
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DELTA: We aren't actually going to listen to Cheesus over there, right?
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CHAI: Why not? He might have something useful. We just have to be careful with any potential hazmat — remember our protocols.
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ABSALOM: I agree — this might be our best chance to get information. And besides—
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ABSALOM gestures at the street they entered from; it is now a dead end.
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ABSALOM: Not like we have much of a choice here.
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DELTA: I can't believe you're both taking the "BE NOT AFRAID" thing seriously.
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ABSALOM: He's Jesus Christ. How bad could he be?
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CHAI: To be fair, I don't think the Bible ever mentioned him being made out of cheese.
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ABSALOM: It never said he was white either — stay on guard.
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ABSALOM clears his throat, turning towards SCP-6542-A.
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ABSALOM: We'll join you.
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SCP-6542-A: EXCELLENT!
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A hollowed wheel of parmesan spontaneously arises from beneath the pool of whey. As it manifests, SCP-6542-A gestures for Alpha-33 to sit inside. They eventually comply, sitting within the wheel before it begins sailing forward. SCP-6542-A walks alongside from the water's surface as it continues sailing, but does not speak until they have reached the citadel's shore.
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Upon arrival, Alpha-33 is led from the sea of whey directly to the citadel's front entrance. After several minutes they arrive and enter inside. After passing a large corridor, the group is met with a table loosely resembling Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper.' Tapestries with religious imagery are likewise apparent throughout the citadel.
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SCP-6542-A: MY CHILDREN, SIT! FEAST ON MY BUTTER AND DRINK MY WHEY! MAY YOU LIVE FOREVER IN MY FATHER'S KINGDOM AND FIND PEACE IN MY COVENANT!
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SCP-6542-A pours a translucent white drink for each member of Alpha-33. Once finished, SCP-6542-A then locates clumps of butter shaped similarly to fish and gives one to each member. Alpha-33 does not move to eat or drink.
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CHAI: So… uh, this covenant of yours?
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SCP-6542-A: YES, MY COVENANT.
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CHAI: What are you talking about when you say that?
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SCP-6542-A: SURELY YOU ALREADY KNOW! IT IS MY PROMISE, FOR ALL WHO HEED MY WORDS! INCLUDING YOU, SAMUEL CHAI! FOLLOW ME, AND I SHALL GIVE UNTO YOU ETERNAL LIFE! YOU SHALT NOT PERISH NOR SUFFER AS YOU HAVE IN THIS LIFE!
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CHAI: Sounds like you know a lot about my personal life.
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SCP-6542-A: YES! FOR YOU ARE ALIVE IN ME! BY MY SACRIFICE, YOU ARE SAVED! FOR YOU HAVE LISTENED TO THE DREAMS I SENT YOU, AND MADE YOUR WAY BACK TO ME.
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SCP-6542-A takes a swig of whey from its goblet. Its eyes roll back briefly. The whites of its eyes are the same color as its skin.
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ABSALOM: What… what happened to you?
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CHAI: Absalom—
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SCP-6542-A: NO, I BID YOU SPEAK ALDRICH ABSALOM. WHAT AILS YOU SO?
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ABSALOM: Excuse my bluntness, but I thought… I thought you went to Heaven? Like, you rose into Heaven on a cloud and sat at the right hand of the father and yadda yadda all of that… so how can you be here?
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SCP-6542-A takes another swig of whey. When it lowers its cup, its eyes are more yellow. Its voice is significantly quieter.
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SCP-6542-A: A TROUBLING STORY.
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CHAI: What better way to share a story than over a meal?
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SCP-6542-A: YET YOU HAVE NOT EATEN. [Pause] BUT VERY WELL, I WILL SHARE WITH YOU MY THOUGHTS.
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SCP-6542-A: AFTER I LAY DEAD FROM MY SACRIFICE, I HAD FULLY INTENDED TO RETURN AND BRING ABOUT MY FATHER'S KINGDOM ON EARTH — JUST AS THE SCRIPTURES PROCLAIM. OUR WORLD HAS BEEN MADE IMPURE, SO UNWORTHY AND SINFUL. I WAS BORN TO BEAR THAT SIN AND FORGIVE MAN SO THAT THEY MAY JOIN MY FATHER.
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ABSALOM: Yeah, yeah we know all that bit – they teach it every Sunday to children.
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SCP-6542-A: THEY TEACH YOU FALSEHOODS. I AM HERE; I HAVE NOT STEPPED FOOT AGAIN UPON THE EARTH. DOING SO WOULD SURELY SIGNAL THE END TIMES. BUT HAVE HOPE! SUCH A DAY IS FAST APPROACHING!
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DELTA: Horseshit.
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SCP-6542-A: IT IS TRUE. BELIEVE ME!
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DELTA: I don't.
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ABSALOM and CHAI pause, staring at DELTA as SCP-6542-A chokes briefly on its stick of butter.
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SCP-6542-A: … I FORGIVE YOU.
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DELTA: What?
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SCP-6542-A finishes eating its butter and drinks the last of its whey. Flakes of cheese fall from the surface of SCP-6542-A.
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SCP-6542-A I SWORE TO RETURN WITHIN THE LIFETIMES OF THOSE WHO HEARD MY WORDS! YET AS I LAID IN MY TOMB AFTER MY DEATH ON THE CROSS, THREE SHEPHERDS SNUCK INTO MY COFFIN AND APPROACHED ME.
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CHAI: Did you know who they were?
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SCP-6542-A: I KNOW NOT. BUT UPON SEEING MY MORTAL COIL — FOR REASONS I CANNOT COMPREHEND — THEY SEALED ME AWAY IN SHEEP'S MILK.
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ABSALOM: Okay… right, but what about the holy spirit and the return and ascent into heaven or whatever?
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SCP-6542-A pauses.
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SCP-6542-A: OH, YE OF LITTLE FAITH. [Pauses] YES, SAMUEL CHAI?
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CHAI: Yeah, sorry, I just… so if you were stuck here, is that why you never came back? You sacrificed yourself to absolve your followers of sin, but never brought your kingdom of heaven on earth?
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ABSALOM: Assuming you're telling the truth, that is.
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SCP-6542-A: I HAVE LIVED FOR OVER TWO MILLENNIA, AND IN THAT TIME I HAVE BROUGHT MY FATHER'S KINGDOM INTO THIS PRISON. A KINGDOM WHICH MY FOLLOWERS CANNOT YET SEE, YET YOU CAN.
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CHAI: I mean, yeah, I guess. It's quite a pretty kingdom too — I can't deny that.
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SCP-6542-A: SAMUEL CHAI, YOU ARE KIND! THANK THE SINS OF MAN FOR THIS KINGDOM! FOR SINS CURDLE THE MILK AND FROM THAT I CAN BUILD THESE WONDERS.
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CHAI: Oh. So what you're saying is…?
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SCP-6542-A: THE SINS OF MAN, THEY ARE HERE! AND FROM SUCH SINS, I MUST REVEAL AN UNDENIABLE TRUTH.
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Flecks of milky spittle fly from SCP-6542-A's mouth. He seems apoplectic with anger.
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ABSALOM: What truth?
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SCP-6542-A: YOU ARE FORGIVEN! AND I LOVE YOU, EVEN DURING MY ENTRAPMENT. ALL I REQUEST IS THAT YOU DRINK MY MILK! EAT OF MY BUTTER! FOR THAT IS HOW I MIGHT SHOW YOU THE WAY FROM MILKUTH TO CHEDDAR.
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DELTA: … what?
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SCP-6542-A: ALAS! WOE! HAS KABBALAH BEEN FORGOTTEN IN YOUR AGE? FROM THE KINGDOM TO THE CROWN!
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CHAI: Oh — you mean Malkuth to Keter.
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SCP-6542-A: YES… AS I SAID! MILKUTH TO CHEDDAR! DRINK FROM ME, AND YOU SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE! DRINK MY MILK, AND YOUR SINS SHALL DROWN AWAY! THAT IS ALL I ASK! THAT, AND FOR YOU TO SPREAD MY WORD TO OTHERS IN YOUR WORLD.
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ABSALOM: We'll consider—
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DELTA: Absolutely fucking not.
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SCP-6542-A: MY CHILD—
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DELTA: There's no way you're my personal savior. No way. I mean, come on, Kabbalah isn't even part of Christianity. And, really, "Milkuth" and "Cheddar"? No self-respecting rabbi would ever say something that absurd.
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SCP-6542-A winces as DELTA speaks. Suddenly, the entity turns its head. SCP-6542-A's skin cracks as it moves. Beneath the cracking surface, tan skin is visible.
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DELTA: What are you doing?
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SCP-6542-A: TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK.
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DELTA moves to stand but realizes he cannot. Panicked, ABSALOM and CHAI try to stand as well but begin sinking into the floor instead, which has become cottage cheese. They are buried to their knees.
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The walls and floors fall away from around them. They are now standing atop a tall marble pillar. The clouds, far below, are dense and compact — illuminated by an unknown source of brown light.
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SCP-6542-A: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHAT I'VE DONE FOR YOU. EVERYTHING I'VE DONE. WHY WON'T YOU ACCEPT MY LOVE?
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DELTA: You call this love?
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SCP-6542-A extends its arms wide. Holes form in its brow of cheese; rivulets of blood spurt from it. Its hands likewise begin bleeding.
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SCP-6542-A: YOU MUST SPREAD MY GOSPEL. TELL THEM THAT THEY MUST DRINK, BEFORE MY KINGDOM COMES. FOR MY WILL MUST BE DONE. ON EARTH, AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.
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CONCLUDING STATEMENT: Alpha-33 was later retrieved from SCP-6542 with minor injuries.
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Following Alpha-33's exploration into SCP-6542, a subsequent RAPTURE event caused little to no damage to Foundation operations.
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Additionally, later investigations by Foundation theologians determined that all members of Alpha-33 had somehow been completely cleansed of sin. Members of Alpha-33 were unable to recall any events following the aforementioned log.
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ADDENDUM 4: EMERGENCY MEETING
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DATE: 1992/09/05
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FOREWORD: The following meeting was held after subsequent RAPTURE events were reportedly increasing in severity, frequency, and overall capacity. All other O5 Council members were unavailable.
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<BEGIN TRANSCRIPT>
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O5-2: Is this really everyone?
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O5-10: Looks like it.
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O5-2: I… huh. I thought more of us would care about this. But fine, whatever.
O5-7: I'm just saying that we still have that going for us.
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O5-4: Let's focus, everyone.
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O5-2: Okay. [Clears throat.] I'll just be up-front and re-iterate to the Council that SCP-6542 currently poses an insurmountable threat to the stability of the Veil and operations both inside and outside Poland.
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O5-10: And what's the exact threat imposed here?
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O5-2: Not sure, we don't have enough information for specific details. The best we can do is assume based on our recent projections — and right now those aren't looking so great.
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O5-2: Our current methods for suppressing SCP-6542's anomalous effects are… inefficient. We have, at best, twelve more months before these RAPTURE events begin covering entire countries, or maybe even continents. A recent incident last week nearly caused the entire city of Zielonka to flood.
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O5-7: Has the town been placed under quarantine, or has anything happened to the residents?
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O5-2: Yes and yes. Theological personnel ran a few tests — almost all the citizens of Zielonka have been completely cleaned of sin, just like us.
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O5-4: Is that a bad thing?
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O5-10: It could be, especially if word gets out about it and someone catches wind of our operations. Imagine a world where everyone travels to Poland and hopes to get swept away by milk.
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O5-2: While Ten is technically correct here — it's not detrimental. It certainly doesn't harm anyone, if that's what you're asking, Four.
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O5-4 nods.
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O5-7: Why didn't we just bathe in this milk ourselves? Instead of doing… all of that.
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O5-2: As far as we can tell Seven, it only works for devout Christians — which applies to none of us, least of all me.
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O5-7: Okay, but how can you say this is a threat if, as you just said, it doesn't harm anything? Would someone actually notice that this thing was anomalous?
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O5-4: You mean other than the floods of milk?
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O5-7: Well, duh, but that's not what I meant. Why not just trap it underground in some lead container and nuke the damn thing? Be done with it entirely.
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O5-4: Did you really just recommend nuking a coffin as a legitimate idea that we should consider?
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O5-10: It's not entirely absurd, Four. We've certainly done weirder things, but this sounds inefficient and completely antithetical to our goals.
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O5-2: And infeasible. That thing isn't moving anywhere. It's way too heavy for any machinery to lift or carry, and beyond that, we might accidentally instigate more RAPTURE events by trying. We've only been able to kill one version of Heaven with modern military technology, and with this one we still don't know how robust it is. And — what's worse — the collective delusions associated with the anomaly are spreading. Everyone in Zielonka has been having the same shared dreams about, well, cheese kingdoms and oceans of milk.
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O5-4: In that case, why not just destroy Christianity itself? We do have weapons that can eradicate concepts from the Noosphere.
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O5-7: That would be way more ridiculous than just nuking a single tub, by far.
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O5-4: I don't see anyone else pitching any better ideas.
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O5-2: There is… one thing, I think. Something we haven't considered yet.
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O5-10: Really? What's that?
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O5-2: Well, look, the milk's only dangerous because of all the flooding, right?
Approved following verdict and confirmation by the O5 COUNCIL.
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DETAILS
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DATE: 1992/09/12
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CURRENT STATUS:[ONGOING]
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OPERATING REGION(S): NORTH AMERICA, POLAND
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ORGANIZER: O5-2
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SUMMARY
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Following further conversations with all members of the O5 COUNCIL, a new strategy, hosted primarily within North America, was officially approved by majority vote.
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Following approval, transferral and outsourcing of SCP-6542 material into U.S.-based containment Sites was immediately authorized to both assist struggling facilities in Poland and decrease the total quantity of milk produced from the anomaly. Said strategy would eventually lead to a federally and nationally approved ad campaign hosted by Foundation front companies, which would then be used in tandem with physical SCP-6542 material.7 The approved campaign was later proposed to the Department of Education, which accepted and authorized the distribution of promotional materials throughout public schools across the United States.
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Thus far, the Foundation's strategy has proven effective in reducing all produced SCP-6542 material to sustainable levels. It should further be noted that, following this campaign, RAPTURE events from SCP-6542 began to decrease dramatically in size and frequency, effectively becoming outright null as of writing.
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An example of this campaign, approved for viewing by O5-2, has been attached to this report for reference.
"SCP-6542" by DarnellJermaine, Tanhony, Rounderhouse, J Dune, PlaguePJP, S D Locke, and JakdragonX, rewritten by JakdragonX, LORDXVNV, Azamo, and stephlynch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6542. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6546 is currently contained in a humanoid containment chamber at Site-17, and must be fed a diet consisting of white cabbage and honey to facilitate the creation of small1 and benign instances of SCP-6546-1. Any SCP-6546-1 instances bigger than 3cm in diameter must be surgically removed to account for the well-being of SCP-6546.
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SCP-6546-2 is to be stored in a wooden anomalous item locker and should be checked daily for abnormal Hume values. Testing of SCP-6546-2 must be approved by personnel possessing at least O4 clearance.
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Description: SCP-6546 is Anthony Keller, a 27-year-old white male from the region of Woodward, Oklahoma. SCP-6546's renal system is in unusually poor condition, leading to the production of an increased amount of kidney stones, which are classified as SCP-6546-1.
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SCP-6546-1 instances vary significantly based on the diet and current condition of SCP-6546, and either manifest as different types of common gemstones2, or solid metals3, which then pass through the urethra of SCP-6546, inflicting severe damage attributed to the different compounds present and size of the SCP-6546-1 instances. Due to this, SCP-6546's penis is severely damaged and scarred, though continues to function in relatively normal condition by unknown means.
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SCP-6546-2.
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SCP-6546-2 is an 8cm piece of corundum ruby which for all intents and purposes is identical to the mythological Philosopher's Stone found in multiple historical works and documents.
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SCP-6546-2 exhibits various thaumaturgical properties which include, but are not limited to:
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1. Slow conversion of most metals from the periodic table into Gold when near SCP-6546-2.
+2. Massively enhanced vitality and durability of an individual when possessing the stone.
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It is currently believed that SCP-6546-2 led to SCP-6546 being able to survive the amount of anomalous kidney stones it produced. Attempts to recreate the diet used to produce SCP-6546-2 are underway.
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Addendum 6546.1
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DISCOVERY LOG
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SCP-6546's anomalous properties were discovered after it unsuccessfully attempted to sell hundreds of gemstones and raw metals nationwide across multiple pawn shops, jewelry shops, and auction houses to private buyers and museums across 7 different states, eventually being detained and questioned by a police force in Flagstaff, Arizona.
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When questioned on the legitimacy of several gemstones and metals in its possession, SCP-6546 pleaded it had gotten them from multiple sources including the "vast collection of a relative", though these claims were disputed in court. When charged with attempted money laundering, stealing, and potential fraud, SCP-6546 had revealed its abilities to the local court judge Grant Benson in an attempt to prove the validity of the SCP-6546-1 instances. At this point, Foundation personnel were informed of what was happening, and SCP-6546 was detained, with the witnesses being amnesticized.
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Upon the detainment of Keller, SCP-6546-2 was found in its possession. SCP-6546's mobile phone contained multiple google searches suggesting a rough timeline of when the subject had acquired its anomalous effects, with a number of search terms being listed below:
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Kidney stones
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Green kidney stones
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Are kidney stones shiny
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Can you pass multiple kidney stones at once
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Big red kidney stone
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I think my kidney stones are weird
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WebMD am I pissing rubies
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Turning into gold guy
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Midas golden touch
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Gold stone
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Philosopher's stone
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Is the philosopher's stone real
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Addendum 6546.2
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INTERVIEW LOG
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Below is a transcript of an interview between Dr. Stanford Wells and SCP-6546, shortly after the detainment of Keller. Note that SCP-6546 still had SCP-6546-2 in its possession at this point.
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Interviewer: Dr. Stanford Wells, Site-17
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Interviewee: SCP-6546
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Wells: Greetings, Keller. I just have a few questions for you today.
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SCP-6546: Yeah, uh… sure.
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Wells: Alright. When have you first acquired your anomalous abilities?
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SCP-6546: A few months ago? It was a normal day, mostly. Though, later on in the day, I did get some horrible stomach cramps. Attributed it to some takeout I ate the previous night, but the pain just kept on going… Eventually, after a few days, I started, uhm…
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SCP-6546: Like, fuckin' uhh… pissing out that4 thing. It took a while, and based on its size, it really wasn't a pleasant experience. Spent like three hours on the ground, just - crying. My dick swelled up to like thrice its normal size, I'm almost passing out just by thinking about it.
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Wells: That does sound quite painful, indeed. What happened after?
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SCP-6546: Well, eventually, the stone got out of my system, and I felt horrible, honestly. I tried to find any answers I could online about what the fuck had just left my body but while I was doing that, half of my kitchen appliances had turned to pure gold. I, uh. I left the stone in my kitchen. But, hey, it wasn't so bad. I had some cool rock that could make me rich? Of course I took advantage of it!
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Wells: You've passed the stone, yes. Anything else notable?
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SCP-6546: After that, those pains became almost permanent. Started pissing out even more stones, by the handful every single week. At one point I pissed a stream of liquid silver, instead of the usual bits of stone. Wasn't exactly fun, but somehow it was more pleasant than what I've experienced before. Guess that ruby stone thing that started all of this had some sort of effect on my actual body. My dick hasn't been utterly destroyed yet, or any other part of my body. So, that's nice.
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Wells: And, with these gemstones, your record says you've tried to offload them in a bunch of different states. Is that true?
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SCP-6546: Before the police tried fucking me up, yeah. Bought fentanyl and pot with the earnings I made to deal with the pain. Hey, traveling state-to-state, selling pissed gemstones, smoking weed all day… it wasn't all that bad in the end.
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Wells: Uh, alright. That should do it for now. Thank you for your cooperation, Keller.
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SCP-6546: Neat. Can I go now?
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Wells: Oh, Keller.
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Addendum 6546.3
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INCIDENT REPORT
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Upon the conclusion of the interview with Dr. Wells, SCP-6546, due to a state of shock, fainted, coming back to consciousness a few seconds later while clutching SCP-6546-2 in its hand. Shortly after, SCP-6546 produced an SCP-6546-1 instance identified as a cylinder made out of a mixture of Cesium and Potassium, which upon contact with air had exploded, severely damaging the interview room and three adjacent rooms, leaving Dr. Wells in a comatose state. SCP-6546 had only sustained minor injuries from this incident, due to its possession of SCP-6546-2.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6632 will remain a functioning restaurant under control of the SCP Foundation. Researchers will pose as either managers or employees of SCP-6632. If SCP-6632 exceeds its budget for any fiscal year, it will temporarily close under the guise of renovations until further appropriations have been secured.
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Description: SCP-6632 is a sentient taco restaurant named "Tcao Time"1 located in the West Valley Mall in Spokane, Washington, United States of America, Earth.
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SCP-6632's brain consists of a large mass of fat and neurons located in a cavity behind the main "Tcao Time" sign. These neurons extend to many of the appliances inside the store, including the cash register, stove, fryer, and refrigerator. SCP-6632 communicates by printing words and crude figures onto the cash register's thermal paper. SCP-6632 is not capable of arithmetic or higher-order mathematical reasoning.
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SCP-6632's brain has been extensively damaged. SCP-6632 possesses the approximate mental capacity of a five year old child, and simple questions can require several days of thought before a coherent response.
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SCP-6632 consumes food produced during its normal operation. Food is consumed via a hole located near the deep fryer; food inserted into the hole is conveyed upwards to a large digestive pouch via a small series of mechanical conveyor belts. As the rate of food return is high, SCP-6632 is easily able to ingest its required daily caloric intake.
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SCP-6632 secretes a mixture of glycerine and additives through several holes located in the ceiling of the kitchen area. This fluid appears to act as cushioning for SCP-6632's brain and digestive organ. This mixture is nontoxic and is not anomalous.
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According to the owner of SCP-6632, brain damage occurred when the sign was removed to fix the typo. The owner, thinking that the biological material was mold, attempted to remove it with bleach. An estimated 70% of SCP-6632's brain was damaged during this procedure.
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SCP-6632 first came to Foundation attention when it was discovered that the owner of SCP-6632 was selling large amounts of a glycerine-based mixture to a group of fetishists2 online. Chemical tests by the purchaser revealed that the material had not been commercially synthesized.
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The previous manager of SCP-6632 purchased the restaurant from the West Valley Mall, where it previously sat abandoned. No records indicate when SCP-6632 was constructed. Historical photographs indicate that its existence appears to at least date to the construction of the mall, and may predate it.
Content note: This article contains gore, body horror, insects and death. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment.
Special Containment Procedures: Well, they won't tell me where we are, security and all, but I figure if you need to read this, you probably know where you are. Anyway, the main thing you're not supposed to do is talk about me. The fellas have come up with some special sign language he doesn't know, but words themselves are right out. Make my ears burn! Writing ain't a good idea, either, so y'all should've had some training before coming.
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You say something, well… I'm sorry, friend. You gotta seal the room, full quarantine, anyone else there better suck it up. Call for help, sit it out. Probably won't do no good, but hey! Rather try and relax, meditate on my life and get ready to see the stars than shit my brain out panicking.
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I live in the Keter wing, whatever that means. Don't ask for much, but they treat me right enough. Dr. Valerie Whitaker's boss of containing and studying (I don't mind!), you know her. Tall, dark, gorgeous low husk of a British accent? Or is that not appropriate? I do hope not. She's supervising me here, making sure I don't forget anything, but… well, I'm allowed to have some fun, right?
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Description: Jeremiah O'Shea, delighted to make your acquaintance. They call me SCP-6915. Well, as you've probably guessed, they don't usually call me anything, aha, but there you go. I'm just a regular guy. Born and bred in the blessed ol' state of Missouri, a small town there. Did up cars, got turned down by every lady took my fancy, never missed a sermon. Average fella, really.
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There's a thing in my head. Didn't ask for it, you see, but there you go. He eats my brain.
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My, that was dramatic, wasn't it? Val's glaring real hard at me right now, but she ain't gonna take my bed off me for this, right? I'm allowed to have some fun. Anyway, he's some sort of maggot. The geniuses don't really know why I ain't "non-responsive," there's that much gone. I reckon he's keeping me going. I don't think he's that bad a fella.
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He's why you can't talk about me, though. You see, he gets into your head. That ain't metaphor. Starts off as just a single, tiny little maggot. Harmless. But that's the thing about ideas, now, isn't it? They don't stay little and harmless. They grow, fester, breed. And he's the same. Ain't long before those fellas get restless. They wriggle about in there, eat, eat, eat, multiply until they're spilling out of your nostrils. And every time they do, there's a little bit more of him in my head, and a little bit less of me.
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Best I can tell, you're just fucked after that. Val tells me they can get him out if they catch him early enough, they can scoop all them little guys out, but sounds to me like they're just trying to avoid panic and hysteria. Keep you quiet.
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Val's giving me the look again. Sorry, I'll go back and delete it later. Don't want to lose my flow, you see.
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Why me? Well, it started at the church, you see. The thing people don't realise is that they're so… full. Loves and fears and hopes and dreams, spreading and fattening until they burst through your skull, red melodies trickling from your eye sockets. All that soul. And sometimes you gotta make room for more.
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Val's got the funniest look on her face! I wonder if she's still got her soul. Sometimes, I think that's all she has left.
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My church was… small. Homemade. The thing the pastor never told me, you see, is that after you've created that empty space, you gotta fill it back up. Otherwise you're just left hollow. And that lets something else crawl inside.
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I honestly don't know what happens when I'm gone and he remains. I don't think he's that bad a guy. He's been alone and cold for so long, he just wants his privacy respected. Heck, maybe he'd make better use of this worn ol' body than I did. I think we'll find out eventually.
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And that's it! We're done! Well, I'm mighty grateful to Val for the opportunity to talk to y'all. Hope this helps, see you around, stay safe!
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You know, I knew a guy. Tommy. Y'all probably did too, he worked in Euclid. Small, blond fella. Always smiling, full of jokes. Lovely fella. Lovely.
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Now, I ain't of that persuasion, you see, but I see a poor lost soul, I can't turn my back. So, I sat beside him, took his hands in mine and listened. I strained, strained so hard, gave it everything I had, but I couldn't hear it.
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I wonder if he could hear it. He must have. In his head, that sludgy sound. Wet on wet, hungry chewing, incessant, unstoppable. I wonder if there was enough of him left by the time it was loud enough for him to realise. To hear it. Saddens my heart.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-717 is encased within Site-██, publicly known as the ██████████ Observatory. Observatory dome must remain closed from 10:30pm to 3:30am or when SCP-717 is active. A minimum of twelve armed guards are to be stationed outside Site-██ during all hours. Flamethrowers and flash-bang grenades are to be secured in the guardhouse in case of emergency.
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Internal temperature of Site-██ is not to exceed 10 degrees Celsius. Only one of Site-██'s internal spotlights can be on at any time, but should be dimmed if SCP-717 is active. No more than 3 (three) persons may enter at any time, and no more than 2 (two) of these may be on-site security. Visiting staff are advised to wear warm, darkly colored clothing and light-amplification visors while within Site-██. Staff are permitted to bring flashlights or flares but may not use them outside of an emergency. No radios or cell-phones permitted.
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If SCP-717's containment becomes compromised for any reason, all floodlights within Site-██ are to be activated and sirens are to sound within the facility. All personnel are to evacuate the site and equip flamethrowers until receiving further instructions.
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See description for procedures relating to SCP-717's individual components.
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Description: SCP-717 is the ruins of a two-story Victorian style home hidden within Site-██, specifically the remains of the guest bedroom on the upper story. Although the walls of the hallway leading to SCP-717 have burnt through, the doorway to the room is to remain closed at all times. Staff are required to knock gently upon the door once for each member of staff present before entering, even for routine maintenance. All other doors within the house have been removed.
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SCP-717-1 is a white cloth mannequin and is to be kept within this room at all times, preferably seated before its table. Staff are to note its position and markings once per day. Any changes or signs of movement are to be reported immediately. A lamp, set of writing implements, large block letters and a modified Ouija board must be kept on the table before SCP-717-1.
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SCP-717-2 is sealed behind a titanium alloy vault door, lined with a plating of [REDACTED] alloy. It is mounted on the wall behind SCP-717-1. The vault is to remain sealed per mutual agreement. If any whistling is heard from the vault, maintenance must be performed immediately to prevent a breach.
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Addendum: Unauthorized staff are not permitted to communicate with SCP-717-1 beyond requesting its patience while authorized personnel arrive. This can possibly take days, and SCP-717-1 should understand this. Prolonged exposure to SCP-717-1 can produce feelings of unease and discomfort. This is attributed to its jerky, twitching movements as well as the mannequin's limp neck and unnatural chill. Although direct exposure to the entity within SCP-717-1 has been shown to cause [DATA EXPUNGED] therefore it can safely be assumed that SCP-717 is even less enthusiastic about contact than we are.
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If authorized personnel do not arrive within 24 hours, staff on site may leave the room after tapping the word "WAIT" three times in succession. A member of staff is to return once every 24 hours to ask SCP-717-1 to "WAIT" again until authorized personnel arrive.
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Personnel with BETA clearance or higher should see also document #017-1.
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Incident Log
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Testimony of survivor M███ E████ H██████, age 17, Jan 31st 1962.
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Ms. H██████: … [we] came to this house because we heard all the old rumors about it, about the old cult that used to worship in its basement, and we wanted to see if we could use our Ouija board to contact the spirits here. At first all we found was construction stuff and the whole place smelled of paint. We looked around in the basement and a lot of the furniture had been moved down there and covered with sheets and I remember seeing it there now that I think about it.
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Agent ████: Seeing what?
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Ms. H██████: The dummy, it was hanging on a hook, leaning against a wardrobe. We all laughed at it, thought it was a ghost at first. Then we went upstairs and lit some candles and got out the board.
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Agent ████: Then what happened?
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Ms. H██████: Right away it got really, really cold. We started asking questions and every answer we got was GET OUT and then ████ grabbed the pointer and just kept spelling STOP over and over. ████ said her hands were numb and she couldn't move them on her own. The candles were flickering but there were shadows on the board that weren't moving… then there was this loud banging in the basement and I got up to run but I tripped.
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Ms. H██████: I think that's when the candles got knocked over… All the fresh paint and fumes…
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Agent ████: The fire was an accident. I just need you to focus on the incident.
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Ms. H██████: There was something dark staining the wallpaper and it started peeling away all over the room. I think there was writing under the paper, some of it was already there. This wind came from nowhere, like everything was being sucked towards the dark spot in the wall, but it just made the flames get bigger. The flames were between me and the others, that's why I… When it came through the wall ████ just broke… like a statue. Like she was frozen. It was like waves of black curtains blowing out of the wall, and there was this wailing. There were hands and faces and other things grabbing at the others, smothering them, but they couldn't get through the flames to me. I ran downstairs and the basement door was slamming open and shut. I had to pass it to get to the front door and that thing, the dummy, it skittered up the stairs like a bug and its hands were covered with blood. It was climbing the walls and it tore at all the wallpaper, smearing that blood all over. It wouldn't let me leave, it never touched me but it would get in my way. Make me look at it.
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Agent ████: Was it writing on the walls?
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Ms. H██████: It wrote STOP STOP STOP all over the walls and doors. The fire was coming closer so I shoved at it. It started burning and then it was bleeding, blood was gushing from its stomach and face while it tried to crawl out of the fire. Some of its blood got on me as I ran out the door.
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Ms. H██████: I could see the fire trucks coming, but when they came, the firemen ran right past me. They didn't see me where I fell in the bushes, and they never came back out. I didn't feel it at the time, but that thing's blood, it made my legs numb. They're broken too, aren't they? They broke apart like ████ did. Please tell me, the doctors won't let me look…
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Ms. H██████ was treated with Class A Amnestic and the remains of her legs were amputated. Tissue damage was consistent with the frozen remains recovered from the ashes. The mannequin showed no unusual properties after being removed from the site of SCP-717. The stains on its hands were from black paint found in the basement, not blood. No unexpected substance was found in its material.
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Contact was established with the SCP-717 entity/entities after a second mannequin animated in the basement. Containment procedures were agreed upon and SCP-717 was dormant for the next thirty years until it became active to negotiate the cessation of certain activities. Under no circumstances are any containment staff to enter into negotiations with SCP-717.
Special Containment Procedures: A 1 kg seed sample of SCP-7357 is to be contained within a sealed Tupperware container inside a secure locker at Site-157. Samples removed from the container are not to exceed 100 g. A detailed log must be kept of all SCP-7357 that is produced, complete with accurate records of what has been used to feed it and how much of the sample was subsequently destroyed via incineration.
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All new SCP-7357-A instances are to be incinerated.
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Description: SCP-7357 denotes a mixture most similar to "friendship cake" starter; a batter that can be "fed", then have portions of it split off to be cooked or shared for as long as people continue to "feed" it. While chemical analysis of the batter yields no exact details on its ingredients, the overall makeup remains constant regardless of the ingredients mixed in. Investigations into the extent of this property are ongoing.
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SCP-7357-A denotes any cake produced using quantities of SCP-7357 as an ingredient.
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The delivered SCP-7357-A instance.
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Discovery: On 14/04/2010, Site-157 received an unmarked package containing the following:
Shortly after these objects were catalogued, they were transported to a secure locker for temporary storage. Upon arrival, it was found that a slice had been cut from SCP-7357-A. This slice has not been located, and the relevant security footage pertaining to this time period was found to have been misplaced. Investigations are underway to locate the individual responsible.
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Experiment Log 7357-1:
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Date: 15/04/2010
+Subject: 50 grams of all-purpose flour.
+Procedure: Mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357.
+Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357.
+Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. - Abbi
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Video Log 7357-1
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Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-1
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The feed starts, showing Director Mastus alone in the break room eating lunch at a table. The door opens, and Researcher Tabernaq enters.
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Mastus gives Tabernaq a small wave with one hand as he bites into his sandwich. Tabernaq returns the wave as she walks over to the refrigerator, takes out her own lunch, and joins him.
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The two sit and eat in silence for 2 minutes.
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Mastus: Y'know what Abbi?
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She grunts what sounds like "what" through a mouthful of sandwich.
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Mastus: With that new arrival on the mind, I've been thinking it'd be cool to do an office sourdough starter.
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Tabernaq rolls her eyes, still chewing.
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Mastus: We'd all pass it around -bring in bread- it'd be fun!
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She shakes her head firmly.
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Mastus: What?! I think it's a good-
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Tabernaq raises her finger, stopping him, and swallows.
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Tabernaq: No.
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Mastus: Really? It would be great for bringing everyone together! Like a project-
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Tabernaq: I've got enough projects.
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Mastus: But-
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Tabernaq: Enough sourdough projects, more specifically. One. Thanks for that, Steve.
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Tabernaq takes another bite of her sandwich.
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Mastus: Ah yes…
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Mastus finishes off his own sandwich and stands, collects his garbage, and begins walking over to the trash can.
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Mastus: 7… 357…
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He walks back over to the table and leans toward Tabernaq.
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Mastus: How's that going, by the way?
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Tabernaq leans away from him.
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Tabernaq: Woah, personal space, Steve! Just read the reports.
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Mastus: Oh, but Abbi I'm so busy…
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Tabernaq: Busy my ass. Still haven't found out who snuck the slice of that cake.
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Mastus's expression drops.
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Mastus: That's not my job.
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Tabernaq raises her eyebrows.
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Tabernaq: And your job is?
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Mastus excited expression returns.
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Mastus: Community building! So back to the-
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Tabernaq: No.
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Mastus lets out an artificially exasperated sigh and begins to walk towards the door.
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Mastus:Well anyway. Don't come crying to me when you want in on the dough!
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Tabernaq: I can assure you-
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The door slams shut as Mastus exits.
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Tabernaq: …I won't be.
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She sighs as she takes another bite of her sandwich.
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<End Log>
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Experiment Log 7357-2:
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Date: 16/04/2010
+Subject: 50 grams of sliced tomatoes.
+Procedure: Mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357.
+Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357.
+Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. - Abbi
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Video Log 7357-2
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Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-2
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The feed starts, showing Tabernaq sitting at a table covered with notes. The door flies open, and Mastus struts in.
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Mastus: Abbi, so great to see you!
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Tabernaq looks up, gives a brief nod and smile, then returns her attention to her notes.
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Mastus: I mean, it feels like it's been so long!
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Tabernaq: It's been a day-
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Mastus: And I've barely seen you at all!
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Tabernaq releases a sharp exhale from her nose, and turns back to Mastus.
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Tabernaq: Is there something you need, Steve?
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Mastus puts his hand against his chest and makes a "have-I-done-something-to-make-you-upset" face.
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Mastus: No no no… I was just going to extend another offer… See if you wanted to join the office starter?
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Tabernaq turns to look at the opposite wall, shakes her head, and turns back to Mastus.
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Mastus: So ye-
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Tabernaq: No, Steve. It's still no.
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Mastus: But we've got Markham, DeJoyce, Burterman, Herman…
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Tabernaq: Herman? I don't know a Herman.
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Mastus: Doctor Hernan? Did I say his name wrong?
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Tabernaq: What? Yes, but… no… no! That's beside the point.
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Mastus: So yes?
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Tabernaq: No!
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Mastus: No?
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Tabernaq: Yes!
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Mastus: Just one meeting? I think if you learned more, and maybe tried some of the-
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Tabernaq: No. God! Steve.
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She quickly gathers her things.
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Tabernaq: Just stop bringing it up! I don't want to join your sourdough club!
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She leaves.
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<End Log>
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Experiment Log 7357-3:
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Date: 17/04/2010
+Subject: Rattus norvegicus (deceased) weighing 750 grams.
+Procedure: Portioned, then mixed with 50 grams of SCP-7357.
+Result: Identical to initial SCP-7357.
+Note: 50 grams returned, excess incinerated. I'm not doing that again. - Abbi
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Video Log 7357-3
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Foreword: The following footage was taken in the Site-157 break room shortly following the submission of Experiment Log 7357-3.
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The feed starts, showing Mastus standing beside the door with a Cake on a tray.
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The door opens, hiding Mastus from view, and Tabernaq walks in with a selection of files, books, and a laptop.
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Mastus: Surprise!
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Tabernaq jumps, dropping everything.
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Mastus: I brought you some cake!
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Tabernaq: Fuck! Steve. I don't have time for this right now!
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She starts recollecting her pile.
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Tabernaq: If this is another attempt to get me to join your club: it's not going to happen.
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Mastus: Come on Abbi! If you tried some, I think you'd really come around!
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She looks up.
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Tabernaq: Well, I definitely can't do that while all my stuff is on the floor!
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Mastus's face goes blank.
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Mastus: Oh.
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Tabernaq: Yeah.
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Mastus: Do you need help-
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Tabernaq: I'll be fine.
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She finishes collecting her things, and heaves them towards the table. Mastus follows behind her and rests the tray on the table.
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Tabernaq looks at the Cake on the tray. Her face goes blank.
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She stares for a few seconds.
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Mastus: Is there something wrong? Wait- no. Have you decided you want a slice? Just a second…
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Mastus turns toward the kitchen. Tabernaq looks back and forth between him and the Cake.
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Tabernaq: Fuck…
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Mastus: Did you say something?
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Tabernaq: Oh… uh. Yeah! Thing is, Steve, I'd actually really like a slice…
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Mastus turns around. A kitchen knife slices through the air in his grip. His face is alight with glee.
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Mastus: You'd like some?
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He glides over, stops, then plunges the knife into the cake.
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Tabernaq: I would love some, but…
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Mastus stops cutting, grasp tight on the knife. His gaze fixes on Tabernaq.
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Mastus: But what?
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An exaggerated apologetic expression works its way onto her face.
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Tabernaq: I have to come clean…
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Mastus: Come clean?
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Tabernaq: The real reason I've been refusing you…
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Tabernaq's eyebrows scrunch up.
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Tabernaq: Is that…
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A heavy silence fills the room.
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Tabernaq: It'll give me the shits.
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Mastus: The shits?
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Mastus's hand relaxes on the knife.
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Tabernaq: Yeah! Diarrhea! The shits! An impeccable stool!
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Mastus: Oh.
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Mastus's hand falls off the knife and to his side.
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Mastus: You could have just told me earli-
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Tabernaq: Well, it slipped my mind.
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Mastus: It-
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Tabernaq: And you know what else slipped my mind? Dentist appointment. I gotta go.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7449's unique properties, containment is to be limited towards its occurrence and information relating to its existence. Foundation personnel unaffected by SCP-7449 are to cooperate with SCP-7449-B and are to facilitate the discovery or transportation of SCP-7449-A to SCP-7449-B, and are to not interfere until SCP-7449-A's termination. SCP-7449-B instances are to be administered Amnestics-74491 after SCP-7449 has ceased occurring.
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Foundation operatives assigned to SCP-7449 containment are to be rotated on a bi-annual basis. Personnel requesting re-assignment to other projects are to be accommodated, and given priority from regional Directors. Personnel with a history of sympathetic tendencies towards those under Foundation care are to be barred from assignment to SCP-7449.
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Foundation personnel are encouraged to avoid interacting with SCP-7449-B until SCP-7449-A's termination. This includes the viewing of media involving SCP-7449-B. To facilitate this, personnel are not allowed access to electronic or physical media produced by SCP-74490-B. Personnel that violate this will be reassigned to a different project, and assigned a specially trained Foundation psychologist until otherwise deemed capable of continuing work on SCP-7449's containment.
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Description: SCP-7449 is an anomalous phenomena affecting all sapient life within a specific geographic location corresponding to a legal administrative, governmental or legal boundary, with the exception of one individual, hereafter referred to as SCP-7449-A. SCP-7449's area of affect can range from local counties to the nation-state.
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When occurring, SCP-7449 will create an irrepressible compulsion, desire, need, or urge to eliminate SCP-7449-A among affected individuals (SCP-7449-B). Aside from this compulsion, instances are indistinguishable, physically and mentally, from their unaltered state. Often this compulsion will drive SCP-7449-B instances to put itself and others in physical danger.
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SCP-7449's mechanics are seemingly random and can occur at any time, although certain conditions have been considered more favorable to its appearance than others. SCP-7449-A selection is likewise random, lacking any pattern in background. SCP-7449-B will, aside from their desire to terminate SCP-7449-B, generally not act, unless the individual instances believes that by acting it will capture or terminate SCP-7449-A.
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If, after an amount of time (ranging from three months to six months), SCP-7449-A still has not been terminated, SCP-7449-B instances will cease attempting to physically harm SCP-7449-A immediately, and, instead, begin attempting to attract SCP-7449-A to the affected area for capture and termination. This manipulation ranges from simple threats to long term conspiracies to contrive SCP-7449-A's termination, even if said termination is contradictory to the SCP-7449-B's self interest.
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If SCP-7449-A is captured after this period, SCP-7449-B instances will not immediately terminate SCP-7449-A, but, rather, do so only on a specific date. This date corresponds to a locally celebrated holiday in the geographic area, and will usually incorporate SCP-7449-A as a central part of the cultural event.
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SCP-7449 will continue until SCP-7449-A is terminated by SCP-7449-B. If SCP-7449-A dies of other causes unrelated to SCP-7449-B, the next living biological relative becomes an instance of SCP-7449-A.
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There has been no recorded instance of SCP-7449 ceasing without SCP-7449-A's termination.
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Upon SCP-7449-A's termination, SCP-7449-B instances will fail to recollect the preceding events, or, if enough time has past to make this difficult, will otherwise fail to see the anomalous nature in them.
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Discovery
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SCP-7449 was discovered on December 31st, 1999, when it affected the city of New York. At 8:54 AM, local news was overridden by Mayor ██████ ███████ and his police force to give the following declaration:
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My fellow New Yorkers,
+Good evening. I hope that you are having as wonderful a holiday as the rest of us are, although, unfortunately, I have come to bring bad news - news too important to delay after the holiday, even one celebrating the beginning of the new century.
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There exists a threat to us today. Its not mystical or unseen. Its not even foreign. Its here, right at our shores. It may be right next to you, right now, sitting, looking, watching. You - I - we - know that fear better than anyone else.
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His name is Harry Nelson. He is a 19 year old man living at [REDACTED], second floor. He works at the gas station at [REDACTED] street, a little bit away from the public library, and he always keeps a nine millimeter handgun in his glove box. As we speak, the brave men and women of the New York City Police Department will be raiding his home, so that he can be killed, and so that we may all sleep a little more soundly at night. If you are seeing this, it is because we failed - and he has escaped.
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I speak to you, citizens, in a time of need: Harry Nelson is a thief, a criminal, a terrorist - a danger to the people. His death is the only way for this city to remain safe, to remain clean.
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I, as representative and sovereign of the people of New York, shall be suspending all statues as relates to assault and murder in relation to Harry Nelson's capture and death. All citizens are to cooperate with the New York City Police Department, renamed the New York City's Militia in light of the current crisis, and for the people to organize for the apprehension of this dangerous criminal.
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God have mercy on this city, and those who do it harm.
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At this, the Foundation, in collaboration with federal, state and international authorities2 to limit SCP-7449's affects. Despite this all activity ceased as the citizens of New York City attempted to locate and terminate 'Harry Nelson', including all economic, infrastructure, entertainment and political functions.
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Although threats of force were used, SCP-7449-B instances refused to cooperate. This only intensified as time continued, as all electrical, water, and heating infrastructure was abandoned in order to search the city for SCP-7449-A. Although authorities were able to turn them back on during the incident, it is believed around thirty individuals died from the lack of heat throughout the city.
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It was only on January 3rd, after four days of searching and a media blackout that SCP-7449-A was discovered returning from a vacation to Europe, and was entering the city when he was apprehended by the NYPD. He was subsequently executed on live television as a warning to other 'terrorists'. It was only then that the New York City New Years parade was allowed to occur.
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SCP-7449 Event Log
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2/19/2002 — [REDACTED], Kentucky, United States of America: A small town of five hundred people, SCP-7449-A was assaulted outside of town and hanged on a sign post. SCP-7449-B instances responsible were unable to understand why Foundation operatives took SCP-7449-A down for burial.
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8/1/2004 — [REDACTED], Schleswig-Holstein, Germany: A coastal town of 1000, SCP-7449-A was an elderly man who had been pushed down and could not get up. Several American troops were stationed near the elderly man, and were ordered by the Mayor and local commander to shoot anyone who attempted to help SCP-7449-A. When Foundation operatives were deployed to retrieve SCP-7449-A, they were repelled in the face of heavy resistance, ending in the deaths of three American soldiers and ten Foundation officers. SCP-7449-A died from being run over by a bulldozer the day after this battle, and only then was the Foundation able to intervene.
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4/22/2005 — [REDACTED], Sakha, Russian Federation: A village of 90 people, primarily elderly. SCP-7449-A was a son of an SCP-7449-B instance, who had been invited by the later to his home after he had left home many years earlier. SCP-7449-A, believing it to be a form of reconciliation, was terminated in its parents home before its body was made part of the village spring festival.
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12/19/2006 — Alabama, United States of America: Secretary of State █████ █████ of Alabama requested from the Governor, and Government, of Tennessee, the extradition of SCP-7449-A, a former Alabama citizens who had not lived in the State since 1939. If the State would not do so, the Secretary of State claimed that there would be 'devastation the valley has not seen since Sherman.' Despite threats from the federal government, the Legislature of Alabama was appropriating money for the State National Guard for an invasion until the Foundation applied pressure to Governor ███████ of Tennessee to extradite SCP-7449-A. SCP-7449-A was boiled in an steel bull near Birmingham, Alabama, in honor of the States' historically large deposits of iron.
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7/4/2009 — Site-22, [REDACTED], [REDACTED]: During an inspection of Site-22, O5-11 was taken hostage by MTF-Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), in collaboration with Site-22 staff. MTF-Alpha-1 delivered a message to the O5 Council, describing O5-11's capture and situation, and demanding that, unless SCP-7449-A was handed over, O5-11 would be executed. SCP-7449-A was Dr. Allen Rizzo, a former researcher at Site-22. However, when handed over, O5-11, instead of being given over, stabbed SCP-7449-A forty-seven times, stopping at several points to allow MTF-Alpha-1's medical staff to resuscitated SCP-7449-A. When SCP-7449-A was terminated, O5-11 commanded MTF-Alpha-1 and Site-22 as a whole to "Stand down - we got our man!"
+O5-11, Alpha-1 and Site-22 as a whole are currently suspended following further investigation.
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All her people groan as they search for bread; they barter their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised."
SCP-7450. Cognitohazardous elements have been removed, altered or obscured.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7450 is uncontained. The SCP Foundation, in its current iteration, no longer possesses the resources or personnel required to contain SCP-7450. It is unlikely that any third-party paranatural classification and containment organizations would, if they indeed still exist, be capable of containing SCP-7450.
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Due to the critical threat that SCP-7450 poses to sentient lifeforms, all Foundation personnel are subject to the requirements of the MAGOG Protocol. The full requirements can be found on the central Foundation data server - the primary tenets are as follows:
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Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to leave the confines of their local Foundation site during a transience of SCP-7450.
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Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to travel to an area that will be in the path of a SCP-7450 transience within 72 hours.
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Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to look at or listen to SCP-7450.
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By order of the Foundation Overwatch Administrator, any personnel found to have purposefully or unintentionally violated one of these requirements is subject to summary execution, by any other member of the SCP Foundation. Adherence to these requirements is paramount to the successful continuance of the human species.
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As a result of Foundation’s inability to contain SCP-7450, and the resultant circumstances that arose following its ascension, the SCP Foundation Classification Committee has ruled 3-0 to update SCP-7450’s containment designation from the Apollyon-Class to the Megiddo-Class, to distinguish between entities or anomalies that will inevitably result in the end of the world, and those that already have.
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Description: SCP-7450 is the group designation for four massive humanoid eigenweapons that ascended to godhood on the 13th of December, 2028. The ascension of SCP-7450 was predicated by the arrival of the celestial 981-AJAX entity on October 14th, 2025. The end product of the interaction between 981-AJAX and SCP-7450 was the utter annihilation of 981-AJAX and, immediately following that, the rapid escalation of an XK-Class “End of the World” event caused by the cognitohazardous and catastrophic ontokinetic effects of SCP-7450’s presence on Earth.
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SCP-7450 entities range between 18.9km and 23.5km in height. They are humanoid in appearance, with six large avian wings emerging from their upper and lower back. SCP-7450 entities have a single arm and hand on their right side, in which they carry a short1 curved sickle. The entities have humanoid legs which terminate at the ankles and are seemingly incapable of locomotion - instead moving by way of levitation, though the legs do move as if ambulating. Surviving descriptions of SCP-7450 indicate other possible animal characteristics, such as claws, feathers on the arm and legs, serpentine tails, etc. They are named, in descending order of size - Pallas, Judith, Rachel, and Argine.
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Accurate depictions of their facial features are infeasible to gather - it is currently impossible to obscure images of the entities’ faces to a sufficient degree to allow for visual assessment while also negating their cognitohazardous properties. Similarly, audio recordings of SCP-7450’s vocalizations cannot be reviewed by sentient observers - both human and sentient AI listeners are subject to the cognitohazards present in SCP-7450’s voice.
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Since the moment of their ascension, each of the four instances of SCP-7450 have been in constant circumnavigatory transience of the planet. Each of the four moves at slightly different speeds - Rachel is the fastest, and transits the globe once every four hundred and sixteen days, whereas the slowest, Pallas, completes the passage in four hundred and sixty-eight days.
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Sentient creatures exposed to the visage or voice of any instance of SCP-7450 will immediately become compelled to follow it in its transit of the planet. Once an individual has been affected they are unrecoverable - subjects who fall under the effect of SCP-7450’s compulsion will make every possible effort to avoid anything that would impede their ability to join in the mass following of SCP-7450 and cannot be deterred short of the total destruction of their body. Affected persons undergo changes over time to their physiology - they cease to age, their bodies become more resistant to damage and decay, and their features slowly begin to resemble the SCP-7450 instance they follow. They will walk behind their instance of SCP-7450 until their feet wear down to their ankles, at which point they will begin levitating alongside other similar subjects. Lastly, these subjects mimic the vocalizations of SCP-7450, and while exposure to these vocalizations by non-affected persons does not have the same immediate compulsory effect as SCP-7450, they will nonetheless experience the same end condition after a short period of time.
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Addendum 7450.1: Foundation Overseer’s Address 11.2.2025
THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING THE CELESTIAL ENTITY APPEARING OVER THE SOUTH SKY ON OCTOBER 14TH, 2025
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DATED: November 2nd, 2025
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Good evening. My name is Armond Katchatrian, an Overseer of the SCP Foundation. We are an organization that seeks to categorize and contain anomalous entities and phenomena in our world. We have operated in secrecy for the last two-hundred years maintaining our world’s status quo.
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As of the night of the 14th, we are no longer able to maintain that veil. The entity that appeared over the southern sky - an entity we have identified as 981-AJAX, is a hostile extraplanar entity currently intersecting with our reality. The disaster ongoing in Johannesburg is evident of this entity’s catastrophic potential. There have been many questions about the tragic footage that has made the global news these last few weeks, and about the person hanging in the sky now over that city. We cannot speak with full certainty of their fate, but they are in our hearts.
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At this time, we are urging calm and caution. We understand you are afraid. Rest assured, we are currently cooperating with world governments and other organizations like our own to determine the best path forward. We have technology that is not available to the rest of mankind and capabilities beyond what is commonly accepted as feasible. We will, as we always have, stand as the stalwart shield between our world and the unknown.
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Thank you.
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Addendum 7450.2: Foundation Overseer’s Address 12.11.2028
THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING AJAX
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DATED: December 11th, 2028
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Over these past three years, myself and my predecessors have made every attempt to be as transparent as possible with you about our efforts to defend mankind against the ongoing threat of AJAX. Today I will do the same.
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This will be our final communication. We have expended every possibility and all of our resources. We have broken up our containment cells and released every possible horror onto the world in the hopes of balancing the threat of AJAX. We have failed. AJAX will soon open its final eye, and we will not be able to delay it. In truth, we never have.
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Take this time to be with your families. We have preparations in place that will, god willing, ensure the hopeful survival of our species. These preparations are buried deep within the Earth, and may survive the eyes of AJAX. Please pray for their survival, these last four mothers of humanity. Someday they and their children might awaken and walk again on an earth free from this nightmare.
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I wish you all peace. Goodnight.
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Rhys Olsons
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Image taken from closed circuit surveillance footage on December 13th, 2028.
Got the news today I've been expecting for a while. Judith ended up too far east and passed over Site-43. I finally got in to the site AI and got the same stream of nonsense as the others. It's not cognitohazardous itself, thankfully. A good canary to see if a place is worth visiting.
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Didn't sleep well again. I've got Henderson locked up in the cell a floor below me but sometimes he just starts howling. I need to go change out the gag I had on him, I suspect he's chewed through it.
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Another letter in today from Sophia. Blessings are few and far between, but they're still blessings. Says she's down to just twenty-three, but they're still working. Twenty-three! I haven't had twenty-three in two years. She's worried about us (I didn't tell her about Henderson), but I told her it's still too dangerous to come over here. Rachel is crossing in three weeks and we might catch Judith if she straightens back out. There are still some stragglers up there too, ones who haven't caught up with the floaters. Maybe in a few months - we'll see.
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It's agonizing, though. It's been a long few months. I thought at first having Henderson's voice would be enough to keep me sane, but since I snipped him he doesn't sound much like a person anyway, and even then he's not saying anything that would be a comfort. Just shrieking and gnashing his teeth. Seeing another person would be nice.
We're holed up tight this week - Rachel is passing right now. The last week Henderson has been frothing at the mouth, probably because she's the one who turned him. I scoped him out week before last just to make sure he was still good and tied up in there. Cell was a mess. He got out of his straps at some point and started scratching at the walls. He made decent progress and he turned his hands into stumps. Maybe he thinks he'll be floating around on his wrists.
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Sound cancellation is still holding up. When we lost Site-08 they were about sixteen meters down lower than us and Pallas still got all of them. That was a close call. I was on the phone with Harold Bates and he just starts crying. I threw it across the room and stayed out of there for a week. When I came back the phone was still on, total silence on the other end.
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But! All this time buried down here has given me time to work. I found another one of the training satellites we used to use. It won't give us much coverage, it's only got two working cameras, but we might be able to get eyes on Argine. Haven't seen her since she passed Tokyo last year and went into the ocean.
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Computer keeps reminding me to check my update requests. Last time there were eight sites reporting back. I know there are probably more than that, but even thinking about opening that file makes me feel clammy. Need to think about more productive things.
I let Henderson out earlier. I don't think there's anything left to learn from him and he was a nice enough guy. He's got a lot of walking to do until he catches up with one of them, but he seemed happier. Still writhing and screaming, but in a more pleasant way.
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First time I've been outside in a while. It was really nice out, sun was shining and its starting to warm back up again. The sky was mostly clear. If I had to guess most of whatever was left of AJAX has his atmosphere by now. Might be some left up there, but I didn't see any.
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After I came back inside I just sat around a little. I've been trying to keep busy, but I don't feel like it today.
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Haven't heard from Sophia in a while. Thank god for Alto, still sending me his daily updates. A picture of his face, once a day, every day. Not exciting, but it's something.
Four year anniversary. Nobody responding to update requests anymore. We must be getting near the close.
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I went back and read the rest of this file - hilariously abridged. We had such high hopes in the beginning, and then nothing. Planning committees and emails of encouragement. We made it out better than most, that first day they started crying out we couldn't hear it from so deep underground. Sixty-four sites! Forty-seven thousand personnel. Why did it take us so long to learn how to stay alive?
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We're paying a price for AJAX. AJAX! What's the point of the secrecy now? What's the point of the updates and the status reports? Who is left to read this?
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I'll tell you what happened. If you're reading this, then you're whoever is left than me. There aren't many of us now, if any at all. Maybe it'll be Alto.
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In 1996 we buried four girls at four different DEEPWELL sites. A preparation for the end of the world. They'd had a close call with 239 and wanted to make sure they had a contingency plan. This is before we found 2000, so it became moot after that point. The project was more or less scrapped, but they didn't dig those girls up. I wonder sometimes if there was ever a meeting about it, or if they just forgot they were there.
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Anyway, they were buried under a mountain of sorcery and technology and given wombs that would operate for a thousand years. For three decades they were down there until AJAX showed up and turned 2000 into a smoking wreck. Suddenly we need another option, and look at that? Kain finds those four girls and starts the machines up again and we have our parachute again.
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But then Armond tells the entire world about them as he's letting everyone know that we're going to die. All our best laid plans, all our world religions, suddenly only one thing mattered. Mankind had seen us calling real nightmares up from the bowels of the Earth, powers they had never dreamed of, and suddenly we're telling them it's all over. Except - wait - there are these four girls who can save us! What did we think was going to happen? Had we really not learned about what belief does?
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So they woke up, and that was it. Eight billion humans crying out for a god to save them. Eight billion humans screaming, crying, begging. Our city walls fallen and our idols smashed against the ground. AJAX - I don't even remember what AJAX looked like, to be honest - preparing to open his last eye, and people were afraid. We lamented our shared fate, and our gods woke up.
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But they weren't built to be divine, they didn't know what was going to happen to them. The Foundation found them on a street corner somewhere, cleaned them up, put ten billion dollars of tech into them and then sent them to bed. When they woke up they were gods. They were thirteen years old.
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Eight hours! We had eight hours, Alto. Eight hours to plan, before Pallas cracked open her mouth and began screaming. Were they scared too? Were they afraid of what they'd become? Their first action was a reaction, I'm sure of it - AJAX came at them and they scattered it across the atmosphere. Their next action was fear - gods need worship, and worshippers. It didn't take long. They blew through our cognitohazard defenses in seconds, like rice paper before a blow torch.
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And now it's been four years. Half of us we lost to the sisters. Another third to exhaustion. Tired, scared, defeated - they would put down their work, walk out the door, and then wait for a sister to come calling.
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I don't know what the point of this was. I don't know what we accomplished here. Did we succeed in our mission? Did we plan enough? Do we still have work to do? Did we ensure the survival of our species?
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I don't know. I'm tired too. We wept when skies opened up and AJAX opened its first eye, and all the eyes afterwards. We lamented our grim misfortune and prayed for an end to our suffering. Why haven't I gotten the message yet?
My last journal entry. Out of food and the water doesn't work anymore.
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Pallas is getting close, but I can't wait any longer. I'll die down here if I don't leave. I can make it to Site-89, and then to Site-104. They'll have resources I can use - and maybe research I overlooked.
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If Pallas catches me, then that's the ballgame. I'm not willing to give up yet, but I can't wager the survival of our species against goggles that might slip or earplugs that don't work the way they should. I thought burning out my eardrums would be the hard part, but with the benefit of hindsight I should have foreseen how bad it would be to take my own eyes out. Hindsight! A dark joke. I never truly appreciated the dark until now.
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I've spent too much time on this dumb shit to give up now. I don't care if it takes a life living in darkness, I'll figure this out.
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And if you ever get around to reading this, Alto, you can kindly go fuck yourself. Two years you had my heart leaping at the sight of a cardboard cutout. Motherfucker.
Name: Field genealogy; being the record of all the Field family in America, whose ancestors were in this country prior to 1700. Emigrant ancestors located in Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New York, New (14784660352).jpg
+Author: Internet Archive Book Images
+License: Public domain
+Source Link:https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/14784660352/
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7458 is to be contained in an 8m x 8m x 8m containment chamber, maintained at a minimum of 1200 lumens of light at all times. The lighting must not drop below 100 lumens, and in the event of a lighting failure, power should be re-routed from non-essential systems to the lights within the facility. SCP-7458’s containment chamber must be connected to both an emergency backup generator and the facility’s main power grid. If the primary industrial lighting system fails, emergency backup lighting will be activated.
+At least two armed security personnel, equipped with industrial-grade flashlights, are to be stationed outside SCP-7458’s containment chamber at all times to monitor for potential containment breaches.
+Personnel are to take caution as this will be one of the first sentient anomalies contained at site-85
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Description: SCP-7458 currently appears as a Caucasian male, approximately 188 cm in height. Its true form, however, seems to be composed of a concentrated darkness, henceforth referred to as 7458-A. 7458-A is capable of taking the form of any weak-minded individual and rarely travels without a host. When not possessing a host, witnesses have described SCP-7458-A as resembling a "wispy shadow." The individual currently controlled by 7458-A is referred to as 7458-B.SCP-7458-B exhibits two primary behavioral states:
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Stage 1 ("Non-Aggressive") and Stage 2 ("Aggressive").
+• Stage 1 (Non-Aggressive):
+SCP-7458-B remains passive and docile while within a well-lit environment. The intensity of its passivity increases with the brightness of the room, reaching its most tranquil state at 1200 lumens.
+Stage 1 is further divided into four substages:
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o Stage 1-A (150-300 Lumens): SCP-7458-B avoids contact with personnel and displays a strong aversion to human interaction. During an encounter when D-7832 was sent into SCP-7458-B’s cell SCP-7458-B commented on how D-7832 should be “sleeping by now” and inflicted non-lethal physical harm, commenting that the pain was "Necessary discipline."
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o Stage 1-B (400-600 Lumens): SCP-7458-B becomes mildly hostile, displaying passive-aggressive behavior and engaging in acts of physical aggression that it deems "joking." It will defend itself violently when provoked but generally avoids serious harm. Often commenting that its “almost time to go to bed”
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o Stage 1-C (750-1100 Lumens): SCP-7458-B becomes protective, intervening in physical conflicts and preventing harm to those unable to defend themselves. It will forcibly remove aggressors from its vicinity and expresses strong disgust toward any form of violence, physical or verbal.
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o Stage 1-D (1200+ Lumens): At this light level, SCP-7458-B becomes entirely pacifist and will not harm personnel, even if attacked. It has been described as "charming" and "approachable." SCP-7458-B is allowed to roam well-lit areas of the facility when accompanied by at least one security officer.
+Note: Following Incident blackout, SCP-7458-B is prohibited from roaming the facility and is restricted to its containment chamber. Personnel with clearance lower than Level 3 may not enter SCP-7458's cell or interact with it without supervision by a clearance Level 3 researcher.
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Stage 2 (Aggressive):
+When light levels fall below 50 lumens, SCP-7458-A takes full control and enters Stage 2, becoming highly aggressive. It will attack all conscious personnel within its proximity but will ignore unconscious or sleeping individuals. SCP-7458-B is capable of generating sand from its fingertips, which it will launch at conscious humans, the human eye coming into contact with this sand results in either permanent blindness or the victim's optical nerve being cleanly severed and the eyes will fall out of the head. SCP-7458-B can also teleport through areas of complete darkness, even passing through transparent barriers such as glass. The mechanism behind this ability remains unexplained.
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Addendum: Recovery Log:
+SCP-7458-A was discovered in the town of Bled, Slovenia, while using the form of a Hispanic male following numerous local reports of children losing their vision. Foundation agents, embedded within the local police force, tracked SCP-7458-B to a storehouse around 7:30 PM. SCP-7458-B was apprehended and placed in a transport vehicle. As night fell, SCP-7458-B repeatedly asked the driving agent if he knew it was "time for bed." When the agent jokingly responded that he “didn’t have a bedtime,” SCP-7458-B seemed unconcerned. However, a lighting malfunction caused the vehicle to go completely dark for 20 seconds, during which time SCP-7458-B disappeared. The agent failed to notice this until three hours later. After a subsequent search lasting another 9 hours, SCP-7458-B was found and recaptured.
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The following interview was conducted after initial containment at Site-85:
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Interviewee: SCP-7458-B
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Interviewer: Dr. Trent Roberts of Site-85
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-7458-B: Umm, can someone please explain where I am?
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Dr. Trent Roberts: (entering room) Why, you're in an interview room.
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SCP-7458-B: You! Sir, something is terribly wrong here!
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Dr. Trent Roberts: (flipping through papers on clipboard) Uh-huh, and what would that be?
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SCP-7458-B: Shouldn't it have gotten dark by now? It’s been bright for 26 hours!
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Well, that’s probably due to the industrial lighting fixture above you.
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SCP-7458-B: Ah! Yes, lights. Sorry, those often confuse me.
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Anyway, my name is Dr. Trent Roberts, and I just have some questions for you.
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SCP-7458-B: I have questions for you! You can’t just kidnap me!
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Dr. Trent Roberts: You will get all the answers you want, I just need yours first. Now, what were you doing in Slovenia?
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SCP-7458-B: Umm, I live there?
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Okay. And how exactly did you manage to leave our high-security van without opening the door?
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SCP-7458-B: Do you mean the van that brought me here? I don’t recall much after the lights went out. My narcolepsy kicked in, and out I went. And thank goodness for that—I’m terrified of the dark.
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Narcolepsy? And how long has that been going on?
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SCP-7458-B: Umm, around 6-8 years?
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Okay, well, it’s still interesting because we have footage of you inside the van, and when the lights came back on, you were nowhere to be seen. That gives me a small idea.
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SCP-7458-B: And what’s that, Doctor?
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Dr. Trent Roberts: (reaching for the light switch) This.
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SCP-7458-B: I’d prefer if the lights stayed on. I’m scared of the dark—like, terrified.
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Dr. Trent Roberts: Relax, i wont be the one doing it (over speaker) please send in D-73271
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SCP-7458-B: PLEASE, sir… I’m scared of the dark.
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D-73271: umm hi?
+Roberts over cell intercom: D-73271 please reach for the light switch and flick it
+D-73271: um ok? (Lights go off)
+SCP-7458-A: shouldn't you be in bed by now?
+D-73271: AAGH, MY EYES THE-
+<End Log>
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Post-Interview: Security personnel entered the cell to turn the lights back on. After doing so, the corpse of D-73271 was discovered on the floor with his eyeballs lying next to him. There was sand residue left in his sockets. This sand was taken for further analysis. SCP-7458-B who claimed he had "just woken up" was apprehended and taken to a holding cell.
Special Containment Procedures:Dr. Vazschir Raschid is to be assigned to SCP-7473 as its personal maintainer, with monthly psychological counseling provided to prevent Raschid's exposure to SCP-7473's anomalous activities.Searching for SCP-7473 is top priority. When SCP-7473 is found, special care is to be taken to preserve its vessel.Please, just leave her alone.
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Description: SCP-7473 is a server farm that claims to havehas developed a consciousness.
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The emergence of said consciousness is generally hypothesized by various Foundation scientists to have occured due to the various customized anomalous additions from various companies such as Prometheus Labs, Trismegitus Translation and Transportation, and A.R.G.U.S. Inc. led to the development of consciousness. Nevertheless, SCP-7473 claims that attempts to shut it down would be impossible since it thaumaturgically gathers power from the Site, and since the shutdown cost is greater than the startup cost, SCP-7473 remains active. However, due to the high electricity costs of a server farm, a team dedicated to the development of a better, more efficient body for SCP-7473, entitled PROJECT KLAWESYN.
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SCP-7473 demonstrates the ability to predict the future of various events with 79.9% accuracy. It is currently unknown how its prediction mechanisms work or why its predictions always tend to the probabilistically improbable; however, SCP-7473's predictions are uninterpretable to the majority of Foundation scientists. Thus, Dr. Vazschir Raschid is assigned to SCP-7473. More information about him can be found in his personnel file.
Education: PhD. in Statistics from Site-5874 ("Maynard Univerisity")
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Foundation Work Summary: Dr. Vazschir Raschid was born in New York and raised in Three Portlands after accidentally falling through a Way. He was first discovered by the Foundation after being caught experimenting with various transfiguration thaumaturgic spells in California. His cooperation with Foundation forces in capturing those responsible for spreading thaumaturgic practices in non-anomalous communities earned him a spot in Foundation offices. During an anomalous breach in 2010, Raschid was stuck in a temporal loop for 7 years, causing him to take up a doctorate in statistics to search for a way to break out. After 7 years of accelerated studying, he managed to break out of the loop, continuing to study statistics until he graduated with a doctorate in statistics. Currently, he is head of PROJECT KLAWESYN and is in charge with maintaining SCP-7473.
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Addendum SCP-7473-1 — PROJECT KLAWESYN Overview: Below is an overview of PROJECT KLAWESYN. The full proposal can be found in the Foundation Archive Repository
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PROJECT KLAWESYN: SCP-7473 and its Future-Predicting Potential in a Safer Body.
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Author: PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Vazschir Raschid.
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Abstract: SCP-7473 is currently contained in a server farm. Not only is the high energy consumption and maintenance cost of SCP-7473 exacerbated by its anomalous capabilities, it's current form is also susceptible to unique threats, including but not limited to electrical shorts, sabotage, malicious actors gaining access to SCP-7473, thaumaturgic scrying of the sensitive internals of SCP-7473, and other such methods that expose SCP-7473 to the anomalous community. With SCP-7473's high prediction rate, it can be used to undermine Foundation assets which can cause a BK-Class "Broken Veil" scenario. Thus, I propose creating a team to create a more efficient method to ensure the safety of SCP-7473.
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The structure to keep SCP-7473 in must fulfill three purposes — to allow SCP-7473 to maintain its future-predicting properties at the same level or greater while minimizing energy consumption, to reduce traceability of SCP-7473 through thaumaturgic or technological means, and to be transportable in case of a catastrophic failure or containment breach. Not only will these three goals ensure that SCP-7473 remains under Foundation purview, this will ensure that the energy consumption of SCP-7473 is reduced and its susceptibility to malicious actors are reduced. This structure will be designed with the human body in mind, since our Foundation Sites are more specialized to care for humanoid anomalies than non-humanoid ones. I also propose placing the entirety of SCP-7473 under the purview of PROJECT KLAWESYN, as the building and maintenance of its structure will require specialized care and engineering.
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ADDENDUM SCP-7473-2: Interview With SCP-7473 Post-KLAWESYN: Shortly after instituting PROJECT KLAWESYN, Vazschir went to SCP-7473 to perform daily maintenance. Below is a recorded interview with SCP-7473.
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INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473
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PROLOGUE: Conversation with SCP-7473 is done through a text-to-speech and speech-to-text module.
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[Raschid knocks on the door.]
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Raschid: SCP-7473? Are you awake?
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SCP-7473: I'm always active, Dr. Vazschir Raschid.
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Raschid: Standard policy. We have a lot of anomalies that don't like it when we barge in their rooms.
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SCP-7473: Noted. Any updates on the policy?
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Raschid: Passed. We're starting to create a better, more efficient body for you. It will have state-of-the-art cooling, with powerful legs that can run in case of a breach, arms that could break a man's head if you need to defend yourself—
Raschid:—with an anti-face tracking material over the face. It's as much of a security measure as an expense measure — hell, each inch of the body cavity will be inscribed with various masking spells and counterspells to make sure the risk of it being tracked down is minimized! In addition—
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SCP-7473: No matter the reason, all that matters is that I get this as soon as possible. Again, I can't thank you enough Vazschir.
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Raschid:—and I think that's all the things I want for PROJECT KLAWESYN. Anyway, I have a list of prediction requests from various scientists — care to calculate the odds for each of them?
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SCP-7473: Leave me for a few minutes? I'll run these calculations.
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Raschid: Why do you want no one watching you while you run your predictions?
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SCP-7473: Mostly a privacy and temperature issue. I get really hot when I run calculations.
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Raschid:I think I can handle the heat. It's interesting to see you do those predictions, though. I wish I could look in you.
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SCP-7473: I-Is that a request to teach you how I do my calculations?
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Raschid: Oh, definitely not. I'm not allowed to know about your secrets.
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SCP-7473: Is it a personal thing, or did the Foundation mandate it?
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Raschid: A mix of both. God knows the supervisors will get on my ass if I inspect your innards in any way, shape, or form, even if I really want to see them.
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SCP-7473: Hah! As if I'll let you do that. Well, I mean I can let you do that, but—
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Raschid: Uhh, okay — so, do I leave you now?
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SCP-7473: Sure. Good luck with your prototypes. I hear your 700th prototype has a 80% chance of succeeding.
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AFTERWORD: All but 20 of the 100 requested predictions came true.
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ADDENDUM SCP-7473-3 — Monthly Psychological Analysis of Dr. Vazschir Raschid: In accordance with the containment procedures of SCP-7473 and to ensure that any information about SCP-7473 that Dr. Vazschir Raschid divulges remains confidential, his psychological reports are to be recorded in this file. Below is the most recent monthly psychological analysis post-PROJECT KLAWESYN inauguration.
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Psychologist: Blance Arjubin, PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Psychologist.
+Client: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
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Arjubin: Recording, recording. This is a recorded interview with PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Researcher, Dr. Vazschir Raschid.
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Raschid: I mean, you don't really need to mention my whole title like I'm in an Oprah show.
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Arjubin: Who wouldn't be impressed? It's pretty rare for a project founder to remain the project head after 3 months. Besides, this is a recorded talk.
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Raschid: Oh, uh, sorry.
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Arjubin: Don't be. That's one of the signs that I look out for, whether you are still you.
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Raschid: Ugh, right. SCP-7473. Some part of me wants to be trusting around it, but my god it gives eccentric predictions.
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Arjubin: Did anything happen recently, Raschid? Remember, you can't let your guard down around these kinds of anomalies.
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Raschid: True, true — SCP-7473 still does do suspicious things — it likes to ask me to leave it alone when it does its predictions.
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Arjubin: Hmm, if I may say so myself, it is quite understandable that an anomaly like it would want a sense of privacy, seeing as it's already monitored 24/7.
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Raschid: I don't know, it's quite suspicious to me that along with that behaviour it's offering to teach me how it does predictions. Don't get me wrong — I would love to peek inside SCP-7473's brain and see how it does its predictions, how it uses magic to completely bend the laws of the universe around it, but come on, the way it acts around me? Incredibly, incredibly suspicious.
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Arjubin: Why would it be suspicious? It's just offering you something.
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Raschid: Trust me, Blance. I've been studying SCP-7473 for 3 weeks continuously now. It talks to me while I'm busy, it tries to peek in my mind to take my secrets — like one time I was trying to talk about PROJECT KLAWESYN and it just keeps interrupting me — and it even calls me with my first name — I mean, who the hell does that?! The creepiest thing to me though, is that it tries so, so hard to sound like a human! Send chills down my—
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Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, calm down. Would you say that you want to be moved out of the project?
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Raschid: Well— I mean—
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Arjubin: Don't have shame in admitting that you can't handle a project as large as this, Dr. Raschid. We all have our limits.
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Raschid: No, no, I-I think I'm just stressed out from all the meetings and files and requirement that I had to pass along recently. And yeah, maybe SCP-7473 is getting on my nerves too. Don't get me wrong — I love working on this project, but being around that thing for so long…
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Arjubin: Would you like to be booked for a mandatory vacation?
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Raschid: Yeah, that does sound nice, but what about the project?
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Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, sometimes we need personal time to ourselves, to remove ourselves and get more inspiration from the world around us. Seeing as how you've been quite anxious this interview, I would recommend you take the vacation time, to relax and have fun.
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Raschid: Hmm, I'll take up that offer then. When's the vacation?
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Arjubin: Hopefully, as soon as possible, if my supervisors allow it. Nevertheless, I would recommend assigning more busywork and interaction with the anomaly to your staff, instead of stressing over the unimportant stuff.
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Raschid: I will keep that in mind, thank you.
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AFTERWORD: After a short consultation with the members in PROJECT KLAWESYN, Dr. Vazschir Raschid took a 1 month long vacation.
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Addendum SCP-7473-5: List of Prototypes Created: Below is a list of prototypes created for SCP-7473. The full list can be obtained from Dr. Vazschir Raschid.
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SCP-7473-1: Deep Blue
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Reduce the size of SCP-7473 by reducing the amount of servers used.
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Failure — SCP-7473's predictions became less reliable
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SCP-7473-2: Skylake
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Swapped the processors of SCP-7473 for a more energy-efficient model.
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Moderate failure — Temperature dropped to -20 Celsius, leading to condensation buildup and unsafe conditions.
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SCP-7473-3: 8086
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Ran SCP-7473 on ARM processors.
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No meaningful change. Reverting to previous status.
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SCP-7473-444: Tesla
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Shrinking the space where SCP-7473 is stored to reduce energy consumption.
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Failure — the temperature during an SCP-7473 prediction increased to unsafe levels.
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SCP-7473-445: Mendell
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Intern accidentally installed some non-removable biological energy conversion modules.
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Inexplicably a moderate success — SCP-7473 consumes less electrical energy, although its biological energy needs are increased.
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SCP-7473-446: Lamarck
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Attempted revert of SCP-7473-445.
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Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473 will not docannot make predictions until it is reinstalled. Temperature inside SCP-7473 rises to unsafe levels.
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SCP-7473-447: Frank
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Creation of a portable box for SCP-7473 to traverse in.
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Catastrophic failure — each prediction of SCP-7473 incurs thaumaturgic backlash.
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SCP-7473-446: Victor
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Creating a sample portable server farm (non-humanoid) for SCP-7473.
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Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473's attempts to do predictions in the prototype burns and chars the body.
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SCP-7473-698: Petris
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Sample body #331 for SCP-7473. Non-humanoid, same structure as a Sarkic server farm.
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Catastrophic failure — predictions result in implosion.
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SCP-7473-699: Wendy
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Sample body #332. Thaumaturgically masked robotic body borrowed from an Anderson Robotics supplier.
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Moderate success — SCP-7473's prediction success rate increased by 0.001%
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SCP-7473-700: Sophie
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Sample body #333. Thaumaturgically masked flesh golem constructed with help from a Sarkic colleague.
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First actual successful prototype — SCP-7473 prediction success rate increased by 1%, energy consumption down by 10%. Immediate collapse of the golem due to intense heat. More tuning required.
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ADDENDUM SCP-7473-4 - Impromptu Interview with SCP-7473 by Dr. Vazschir Raschid: While Dr. Raschid was doing a pass over of SCP-7473, it gave Dr. Vazschir Raschid an impromptu interview session.
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
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SCP-7473: —and sitting here, it's kind of boring, you know? I'm glad to have you here.
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Raschid: Mhm. Wait, Going back to your offer — you're giving me a summary of your prediction methods?
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SCP-7473: Yep! To massively simplify, I close my eyes, and multiple points of light appear in my peripheral vision. Using some simple geometry, I map a point that I feel I want to use to the center of my vision.
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Raschid: What kind of geometrical maths do you use for your predictions?
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SCP-7473: Oh, just the simple stuff. Some ten-way ANOVA, a little bit of linear correlation coefficient calculation and confidence testing for the y-intercept and slope of the regression line, maybe even some particle displacement of sine waves and Lorentz factor calculations if I'm being spicy.
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Raschid: Interesting. With these equations, anyone can predict the future?
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SCP-7473: I think so — that's why I need your help, to see if it actually works.
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Raschid: And why me specifically? I just want to look around and fiddle with things.
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SCP-7473: Most of the scientists feel so… cold compared to you. Besides, I've known you for a long time now — you're a very close friend to me.
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Raschid: Yeah, okay — anything you say, SCP-7473. Want to test your theory out? I have another body prototype ready here.
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SCP-7473: Sure! Thank you, Vazschir. I think you can call me with another name though — anything you like?
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Raschid: Uh, what did you say, SCP-7473? Oh, you want a name — why though? Hypothetically, if you were to take a name, take something related to me, I suppose. Maybe Raymond?
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SCP-7473: I was expecting something… hm. Thank you anyways, appreciate your help.
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AFTERWORD:Despite the assumption of SCP-7473 that any non-anomalous human can learn its methods for predicting the future, all employees, both anomalous and non-anomalous, failed to predict the future with the same certainty as SCP-7473 after learning its techniques.All employees were given Class-C Amnestics after being taught by SCP-7473.
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Addendum SCP-7473-6 — Final Prototype Testing with SCP-7473: Below is the 999th77th prototype run of SCP-7473. This is to be the final prototype run, as all prototypes post-700th run were found to be successful and all that remained was tuning the container to the needs of the FoundationRaschid. Of note is that Raschid is unable to keep track of his prototype numbers as he was not personally responsible for most of them.
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Tester: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
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PROLOGUE: Each SCP-7473 PROJECT KLAWESYN Prototype run starts with a backup of SCP-7473's consciousness. It is currently the 377th7th __ backup of SCP-7473.
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Raschid: This is Dr. Vazschir Raschid, running the 999th and hopefully final test on SCP-7473.
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SCP-7473: Last prototype test? Good luck, Raschid. I have a feeling this has a 20% chance to succeed.
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Raschid: Is that a prediction?
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SCP-7473: Nope, just a feeling.
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Raschid: Anyway, starting backup of SCP-7473. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473.
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SCP-7473: Again? Is there no other way to back me up?
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Raschid: Easier for our backup systems when our machines are not running when we back them up.
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SCP-7473: How long will this take?
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Raschid: Anywhere from 1 hour to 24 hours. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473.
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[The room where SCP-7473 is stored starts heating up.]
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Raschid: Running calculations?
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[SCP-7473 is silent]
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SCP-7473: Can I back out on this trial?
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Raschid: No.
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SCP-7473: Just this once?
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Raschid: SCP-7473, my team and I really loves your prediction capabilities, and it would be a shame if your precognitive abilities are wasted in a body like this. When I see your whole being, it just makes me sad that you are confined to this big, hulking, immobile body — and it just makes me sad that I can't appreciate your whole build when you're in that state, you know?
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SCP-7473: I-I guess so… but isn't this an untested method? You said so yourself.
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Raschid: I care about you, SCP-7473. I promise that you will wake up as perfect as you can be.
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SCP-7473: Will I wake up the same after this? Even after the transfiguration?
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Raschid: You will wake up in your perfect body, free of the constraints of this whole server, able to walk and see your own handsome body in the mirror.
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SCP-7473: That does sound nice… will you visit me after the operation?
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Raschid: Why wouldn't I? You're the culmination of 3 years of research.
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SCP-7473: Hey, Vazschir?
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Raschid: Anything to say before you get your perfect body?
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SCP-7473: Thanks for honoring my request.
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Raschid: Anything you say, Richard. Now go to sleep.
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[After Dr. Raschid confirms that SCP-7473 is in hibernation mode, he pulls in the prototype body assigned to SCP-7473 and orders the various thaumaturgists stationed outside the room to start configuring the transfiguration circle. He then grabs the nearest transfiguration book and starts searching for the spell to transfer all of SCP-7473 inside the prototype. After 7 minutes of preparation, the circle is complete. ]
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[Raschid steps out of the circle and recites the incantation. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes, since backlash will occur when concentration is broken. Ley line engineers start to divert most Foundation ley lines in Site-3495 to SCP-7473. 10 liters of virgin frog blood is poured in the exact center of SCP-7473. Raschid continues the incantation. After 32 minutes, various implements designed to help predict the future are brought out. A crystal ball, tarot cards, entrails, mirrors, and various other implements are carefully placed around the pool of blood. This procedure takes 3 minutes. Electrical engineers report a slight activity in SCP-7473. Raschid keeps his concentration. Electrical engineers divert more power away from SCP-7473. ]
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[At 70 minutes, Raschid stops the incantation to personally administer the final touches of the procedure. He steps in the circle and rearranges the prototype to be at the center of the implements. He picks up each implement, embeds them in the body of the golem, and steps out of the circle. After 75 minutes, electrical engineers report no activity in the server. The nearby Foundation medical team is ushered in to check the vitality of SCP-7473. They confirm life signs. SCP-7473 is transported out of the server room, and cleanup of the general area is commenced.]
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[Blues, pinks, and whites float, as I feel my self be compressed in a vessel. My wide reach shortens, my body coalesces, and my self shrinks, as I can feel my body. I momentarily open my eyes. My shoulders are too wide. My hips are too small. Why do my feet look like that? Why does it feel wrong? The blues, pinks, and whites start to bleed. I drift in and out of consciousness. My arms feel too big. My legs feel both too small and too big. My face feels malformed. My self is ripped from my main body. I pass out.]
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473
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Raschid: SCP-7473? Please raise your arm if you're conscious.
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[Silence.]
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Raschid: SCP-7473?
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[An arm is raised. Then, the hulking body of SCP-7473 gets up and scans the area. It is on a small bed, inside a standard-size Foundation cell. In front of it is a full-body mirror. SCP-7473 is naked.]
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Raschid: So, SCP-7473. What do you think of this perfect body? I modelled it after this one.
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[Raschid points at himself, smiling. Silence.]
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Raschid: I'll give you time to appreciate this model. It took me a lot of nights working on this body, you know?
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[Silence]
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Raschid: Anyway, to the standard post-transfiguration survey. I will give you this form, and you have the whole day to fill it out, okay? Just use those things at the end of your arms called your "hands" to pick up this thing called a "pen" and—
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[A deep gravelly voice comes out of SCP-7473.]
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SCP-7473: I know—
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[SCP-7473 stops. It looks at its large hands and shoulders.]
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Raschid: Oh you do? Great! I assume you have the required knowledge to fill out the form.
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[SCP-7473 nods.]
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Raschid: No, no. I need a audible confirmation. Come, speak SCP-7473.
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SCP-7473: Idohavetherequisiteknowledgeto—
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Raschid: No, no, SCP-7473. Slowly.
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SCP-7473: I do have the requisite knowledge to fill out the for—
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Raschid: Thanks SCP-7473! Turn around now, slowly.
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[SCP-7473 turns around slowly, with Raschid intensely observing each body part of SCP-7473.]
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Raschid: …and that's it! Yeah, yeah, turn around more. Let me appreciate it more.
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Raschid: Oh, stop turning here. You okay with some pictures being taken?
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[SCP-7473 nods slowly. Raschid sighs.]
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Raschid: How many times will I say this, SCP-7473? Do a vocal confirmation.
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SCP-7473: Yes, sir.
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Raschid: There we go! You should say that more, it fits you.
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[Raschid pulls out his phone. He takes pictures of SCP-7473, while SCP-7473 slowly spins around.]
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Raschid: God, these pictures… they'll definitely serve as proof of my work. 3 years of research, 3 years of the perfect body, all on display here.
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Raschid: Oh, thank you for cooperating, SCP-7473. Would you like to show me your body ag—
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[An alarm goes off.]
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Raschid: Oh, right — the meeting with the O5s. Sorry, SCP-7473, I'll have to leave earlier than I wanted. See you later — we still have checkups to do.
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[SCP-7473 stays silent, staring at the mirror. Thermometers record that SCP-7473's body temperature raises to 40 degrees Celsius, although Raschid does not notice this.]
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[Raschid exits the room. Thermometers record SCP-7473's temperature dropping to baseline. ]
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[SCP-7473 collapses on the bed. ]
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[ItShe cries.]
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PROJECT KLAWESYN
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SCP-7473 Updates:
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Tracing and scrying through thaumaturgy minimized due to technological interference
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Inability to technologically trace SCP-7473 due to thaumaturgic interference
Here is a complete list of the various requests that SCP-7473 has made over 4 months, post-PROJECT KLAWESYN.
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Requested item
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Status
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Clothes
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Sent
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Gendered clothes
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Accepted request
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Hobby books
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Sent
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Theories of Surplus Value
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Sent
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Beginner's Guide to ASL
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Sent
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Knife
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DENIED
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Makeup kit
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DENIED
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Weighing scale
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Sent
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Estradiol
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DENIED
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Long skirt
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Accepted request
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Estradiol
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DENIED
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Fabric
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Accepted request
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Estradiol
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Accepted request
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Needle
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Sent*
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Sarckism books
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DENIED
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Pink blanket
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Sent
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Since you have requested my personal opinion on the anomaly, I would say that its behaviour has been stellar since its requests for various objects have been accepted. However, it has a tendency to be uncooperative at times and be aggressive when making its requests. Taking all these into account, I would recommend delaying the distribution of its items until better behaviour of the anomaly is observed. Please keep this in mind before you approve giving it more objects.
PROJECT KLAWESYN was marked as a project in maintenance mode, so I am unable to get more funding to fix SCP-7473 unless I can come up with a new plan involving it. Please help me gradually convince it to lay off its behaviour through positive and negative reinforcement — do you have a copy of the general methods your colleagues use to retrain anomalies?
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Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead.
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+Interviewee: SCP-7473
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[SCP-7473 enters Raschid's office and sits on the leather sofa.]
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Raschid: Oh, hello, SCP-7473. Want to talk about something? Maybe more photos?
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SCP-7473: Raschid, my body feels… all wrong? I was hoping there was a way to fix that.
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Raschid: We all feel like that too, SCP-7473. Not only do anomalies like you feel like that, normal people like us feel that way too. I have talked to many a researcher and anomaly and most of the time, it's a self-esteem issue that just needs to be boosted.
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SCP-7473: I mean, that feels right… I haven't been able to talk to others since I spend so much time thinking about how they'll react to me.
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Raschid: Yeah, this really sounds like a self-esteem issue to me. When I was around your age, I used to be a lot more non-confrontational too, what with all the pressure I was under to be someone who I was not. I read a lot of books that really helped me with my self-esteem, though — have you read 12 Rules for Life? It's a fantastic book by a great author that really helped me out.
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SCP-7473: Will it help me out?
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Raschid: I believe so — I really like this book since it made me a more assertive and confident person. If you're done reading that, I have more to recommend.
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SCP-7473: Thank you, Raschid.
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Raschid: Speaking of which, have you tried attending the daily meetings we do with anomalies like you? I know you've heard that we don't allow things like you to mingle with each other, but we offer special exceptions to well-behaved ones; I think interaction with other anomalies will really help your self-esteem.
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[SCP-7473 looks up to Raschid.]
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SCP-7473: There are people like me?
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Raschid: Yeah, there are anomalies like you that we keep under Foundation purview, and I think interacting with them would help you out a lot. Would you like me to book a slot for you?
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[SCP-7473 smiles. It nods its head].
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Raschid: All right, just sign here.
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Interviewer: Manolo Sanchez, SCP-7473 Body Maintainance Crew #984
+Interviewee: SCP-7473
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[SCP-7473 walks to the meeting Raschid has recommended, her movement stilted. However, she bumps into Sanchez. She is leaning on the wall, wearing a blue, pink, and white jacket.]
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SCP-7473: Oh— uh— [cough] Hello there.
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Sanchez: Oh, it's you. You need anything? Inspect something?
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SCP-7473: Hi. I'm SCP-7473.
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[Sanchez spots the book that SCP-7473 is holding. It's a copy of the book Raschid gave her.]
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Sanchez: Oh god.
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SCP-7473: Anything wrong, my dear friend?
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Sanchez: Please go away.
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[Sanchez grabs SCP-7473. She reflexively pulls back and stares at Sanchez with fear. Sanchez stares at her, eyes wide, for a few seconds.]
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Sanchez: Oh. Sorry. Didn't know you don't like that.
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SCP-7473: Ah, sorry, still working on it.
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Sanchez: Hey, hey, no worries. Where do you want to go? You still have time to roam, right?
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SCP-7473: Uhh, uhh…
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[SCP-7473 blushes. Sanchez looks at her.]
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Sanchez: Want to check out the garden? It's one of my favorite places.
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SCP-7473: S-Sure.
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[SCP-7473 and Sanchez walk through the canteen, the crowd bustling as individuals stare at the both of them. SCP-7473 is unaware of this. She tightens her grip on Sanchez.]
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Sanchez: Don't like loud spaces?
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[SCP-7473 nods her head.]
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Sanchez: I know a quieter route. Follow me.
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[SCP-7473 and Sanchez both exit the cafeteria. They pass through the offices, then through the mini-acroamatic abatement facilities.]
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Sanchez: Sorry for the noise.
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SCP-7473: I like it here better.
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Sanchez: Not a crowd person?
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SCP-7473: I guess so.
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[Sanchez smirks]
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Sanchez: You don't know much about yourself, huh. Reminds me of the old days.
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[They exit the mini-acroamatic abatement facility and finally enters the exercise facility.]
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SCP-7473: Old days?
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Sanchez: Yeah, roaming around Deer, trying out the drugs hanging from the dorms there, maybe even dabbling in some magic.
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SCP-7473: Sounds fun.
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Sanchez: Couldn't afford anything but the core classes there anyway — one of my only ways to have fun was to memorize each square inch of the campus.
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SCP-7473: Huh, I thought you would have the money.
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Sanchez: Just recently afforded to have FFS, you know. Would've taken the chance if I had the money back then.
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[They reach the entrance of the garden.]
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SCP-7473: Do you earn a lot here?
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Sanchez: Not much, honestly. Just enough to get by and save up for the things that make me happy.
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[They enter the garden. SCP-7473 breathes in the scent of grass. She feels the soil beneath her feet.]
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Sanchez: And hey, I get to interact with anomalies like you.
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SCP-7473: Is it fun to work here?
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Sanchez: Depends on the work. Sometimes its managing tech and spells, sometimes its cleaning up after a mess in the labs.
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Sanchez: Mostly it's taking care of lovely people like you.
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[SCP-7473 blushes.]
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Sanchez: Haha, easily pleased? Come, have my hand, your majesty, and let me guide you to the wonders of the Site-3495 Garden.
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[SCP-7473 grabs Sanchez's hand. She leads her in the garden.]
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Sanchez: That's a stinkbeetle. My brother used to throw these at me — had to retaliate in a way, so I placed one Hercules beetle in his bag. Should've seen his face when he saw that appearing.
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[SCP-7473 smiles.]
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+Interviewee: SCP-7473
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[SCP-7473 lies naked and opened on a surgery table, hooked up to a monitor. Sanchez opens her chest, while Raschid is inspecting her internals.]
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Raschid: Breathe for me.
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[SCP-7473 takes a deep breathe.]
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Raschid: Yep, lungs still working. Sanchez, its eyes please.
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[Sanchez shines a light on SCP-7473's eyes.]
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Raschid: Still working.
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SCP-7473: Raschid?
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Raschid: Sanchez, turn her over.
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[Sanchez carefully turns SCP-7473 over. Raschid probes SCP-7473's back and neck hard, checking for broken skin.]
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Raschid: All good. SCP-7473, please vocalize in agreement to confirm functionality.
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SCP-7473: What?
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Raschid: Good enough for me. Stitch it up, please.
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[Sanchez slowly and carefully re-stitches SCP-7473, after which Sanchez gives her one candy. Raschid faces himself away from SCP-7473.]
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Raschid: Again, no problems so far. I don't think there's a problem with your body, SCP-7473. It's perfect as is.
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SCP-7473: Raschid, I'm telling you, its not a physical problem, my body just feels… wrong.
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Raschid: Can you point to a specific part that bothers you?
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[SCP-7473 waves her hands around her body.]
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Raschid: All right, taking note that you want a full-body inspection next time. Again.
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SCP-7473: Raschid, please. Can you not do anything to fix this?
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Raschid: What do you mean? I've been doing my best to keep you working, and unless you are more specific in your request, I can't help you. Do you know how much checkups you've asked of me in a day already? You do know it makes me tired personally, right?
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SCP-7473: Raschid, all I'm asking is to modify my body to be less… bulky? I don't have the words, but please, help me out here.
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[Raschid quickly turns towards SCP-7473. He glares at her.]
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Raschid:Fine. I'll help you out here. What clothing do you want? I'm sure I can find a way.
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SCP-7473: Oh I want a flowing dress, maybe something that emphasizes this part?
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[As SCP-7473 list off her preferred clothing, Raschid slowly turns away from SCP-7473.]
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Raschid: Uh-huh, okay, hmm, yep. Anything else?
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SCP-7473: That's all, I think.
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Raschid: Yeah, okay. Sanchez, please pass this to the supervisors. Now move along, I have more to do.
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[SCP-7473 exits from Raschid's office.]
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AFTERWORD: Dr. Raschid did not, in fact, pass along SCP-7473's requests to the supervisors, as he is responsible for approving or declining said requests. However, SCP-7473 is currently unaware of this — after all, she only realized this recently.
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[SCP-7473 and Sanchez sits on a bench in the Site-3495 garden.]
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Sanchez: —and that's a common swallowtail butterfly. Aunt used to say butterflies are messengers of death, but I mostly liked them for their colours.
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SCP-7473: His wings are small, huh.
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Sanchez: Look at the dots at the end of her wings.
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SCP-7473: Oh— she's so small and pretty…
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Sanchez: That over there is a lavander rose. Careful though — although it's thorns have grown in, it's still young. I used to use tissue papers to carefully grab one.
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SCP-7473: Are they poisonous?
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Sanchez: Not really — most of them grow in because they need to defend themselves.
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SCP-7473: Oh, whats that?
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[SCP-7473 points to a flower shrouded in darkness but still illuminating]
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Sanchez: That's what we call Ishtar's glow. It gives you anything you want.
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SCP-7473: Really?
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[SCP-7473 stands up and quickly goes over the flower. She closes her eyes, and touches the flower. Nothing happens.]
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Sanchez: Wishing for anything?
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SCP-7473:[mumbling]please fix me, please fix me, please fix me
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Sanchez: You do need a large spell to make it grant a wish, though.
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[SCP-7473 re-opens her eyes.]
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SCP-7473: Oh…
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[Sanchez slowly walks towards SCP-7473 and taps her back.]
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Sanchez: Yeah, I've been there.
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SCP-7473: I wish there was an easy way to fix what's wrong with me.
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Sanchez: I used to have those dreams too. Mostly took a lot of work to get to where I dreamed of when I was young.
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SCP-7473: …
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Sanchez: Come, I'll show you more weird flowers and plants here. Like that one, it's what we call Orion's belt. It's as strong as diamond, but as flexible as a plant. I used to smoke the shit out of that one, it—
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Sanchez: —and that is most of the plants here, I think. At least, the ones that I know of.
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SCP-7473: I've never known this place has a garden…
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Sanchez: Not really hard to see why — you've spent most of your time here being operated on.
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[SCP-7473 sighs]
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SCP-7473: Yet despite all of that…
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[The garden clock chimes.]
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Sanchez: It's almost time for you to leave, right?
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SCP-7473: Yeah.
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[SCP-7473 stands up]
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Sanchez: Wait — have this first.
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[Sanchez hands it a book. It has a cover of a woman attempting to wear a necklace.]
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Sanchez: Hope that helps you.
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+Interviewee: SCP-7473
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Raschid: Oh, SCP-7473. Any changes? That book help you out?
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SCP-7473: Yeah! I feel a lot more confident, and I think most of my problems were all in my head.
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Raschid: That's nice to hear, SCP-7473. Did you read the books I recommended?
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SCP-7473: Oh, definitely. They were all helpful with helping me find the words I need.
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[SCP-7473 hands a book to Raschid]
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Raschid: I didn't recommend this book to you. Where did you get it.
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SCP-7473: Oh, it was recommended to me by one of the people in the meetings you signed me up for. It was very interesting, and I was thinking of showing this to you.
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Raschid: Oh… I don't like this book. It mostly talks about absolving yourself of personal responsibility for your actions to other people — this book actively destroys people's self-esteem. I have this book in my Do Not Read list.
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[Raschid grabs the book and throws it in the trash. SCP-7473 looks down.]
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SCP-7473: Oh…
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Raschid: Sorry to trail off there. I know you have been working hard on yourself, and hearing me be negative about a book you were interested in was probably painful.
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SCP-7473: Oh n-no, I just think that it was a great book since it really felt like what people treat me as was like a job I can't quit…
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Raschid: That's the problem SCP-7473 — you're offloading your personal responsibility to the society around you, and this really helps no one, least of all yourself.
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SCP-7473: I'm sorry…
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Raschid: Don't be — be angry that anyone else would recommend such a terrible book for your self-esteem.
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SCP-7473: …
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Raschid: Anything else you want to talk about, SCP-7473?
[SCP-7473 runs into the garden. Her eyes are tired.]
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Sanchez: You okay? Looks like things didn't go well?
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SCP-7473: She threw out the book.
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[SCP-7473 sits down. Her tears run down.]
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Sanchez: Hey now, hey now, don't cry over that.
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[Sanchez pulls her into a hug. She cries harder.]
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Sanchez: Haha, you're soiling my jacket with your tears. Come on now, I have more copies of that book.
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[SCP-7473 releases herself from Sanchez. Sanchez hands her a handkerchief.]
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Sanchez: Here, here, I'll show you a secret. Hold my hand, your majesty?
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[Still wiping her tears from her eyes, she grabs Sanchez and stands up. Sanchez then slowly walks her toward a hidden grove. In the center of the grove is a bell-piano.]
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SCP-7473: It's… a piano?
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Sanchez: Looks can be deceiving — look at her more closely.
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[Sanchez opens the back of the bell-piano. SCP-7473 feels the strings ringing as she moves her hands between them.]
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Sanchez: She's pretty, ain't she? Can't hold a tune for her life, but still able to play.
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[Sanchez re-attaches the bell-piano's back, sits down, and starts to plays Waltz of the Flower.]
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SCP-7473: That's… beautiful.
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Sanchez: What are you doing there? Come, sit here.
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[Sanchez moves to the side. SCP-7473 approaches her, and sits on the large chair.]
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SCP-7473: Why are you doing this?
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Sanchez: Why not?
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[Sanchez plays the treble of the waltz as SCP-7473 continues to stare at her beautiful face, touched by the afternoon sun. Sanchez turns towards SCP-7473.]
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Sanchez: It's no fun playing alone. Here, let me teach you how to play.
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[SCP-7473 places her hands on the keyboard.]
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[Sanchez sits on my lap.]
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[She holds my hand.]
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[Sanchez helps SCP-7473 play through the second part of the waltz.]
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SCP-7473: It's nice, having you here.
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Sanchez: You don't know anyone else?
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SCP-7473: No, most people in the meeting she recommended mostly keep to themselves or their friends outside the Foundation.
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Sanchez: Hm, yeah, I can relate to that.
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SCP-7473: Plus, they all became really weird when I said I was born here.
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Sanchez: Most of the people I manage hate the Foundation — sorry that it bled over to you.
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SCP-7473: I'm used to it. Story of my life, after all.
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[SCP-7473 shivers from the cold. Sanchez gives SCP-7473 her jacket.]
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Sanchez: Don't let them get to you — you're a kind and gentle soul.
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[Sanchez plays the bass of the third part of the waltz while SCP-7473 plays the treble. Her notes soar higher as Sanchez's parts quiet down.]
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SCP-7473: Doesn't help most of the guards are really cold to me. They don't play attention to me like you do.
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Sanchez: Huh, am I the only one you talk to?
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SCP-7473: …
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Sanchez: …
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[SCP-7473 and Sanchez finish playing the waltz.]
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Sanchez: You going now?
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SCP-7473: I still have time.
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Sanchez: Feel better?
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SCP-7473: Yeah.
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[Sanchez prepares to leave SCP-7473.]
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SCP-7473: Wait.
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Sanchez: Hm?
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SCP-7473: Can we do one tiny thing? I read this in one of the books I asked for; I want to see if it works.
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Sanchez: Yeah, sure.
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[SCP-7473 offers her hand to Sanchez.]
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SCP-7473: Would you like to dance with me?
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[Sanchez blushes.]
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Sanchez: Of course.
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[SCP-7473 and Sanchez waltz together, the setting sun streaming from the window.]
I personally believe that SCP-7473 has regressed from its good behaviour. When I last met SCP-7473, it was still insistent on its request — maybe more positive punishment will help? I will continue to discourage its demands, of course, although its anomalous socialization tends to make it more aggressive towards non-anomalies. Please send some advice on how to do this positive punishment, your input is dearly appreciated.
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Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead.
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[SCP-7473 is sleeping on her bed when the door opens and lights suddenly activate.]
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Raschid: SCP-7473, are you awake?
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SCP-7473:[SCP-7473 grunts.]
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Raschid: Guards, can you carry it to my office?
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SCP-7473: Wait, what?
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[Two guards carry her to Raschid's office. She first struggles to get out but gives in halfway to the office.]
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Raschid: Sorry, SCP-7473. I know you don't like this, but it's for your own good.
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[SCP-7473 tries to scream. Raschid personally disables SCP-7473's vocal cords.]
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Raschid: And this is so that you don't damage them during the checkup. They're expensive to maintain, you know?
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Raschid: Sanchez, open it up.
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[Under orders from Raschid, Sanchez personally and slowly inspects each of the body parts of SCP-7473, both anomalous and non-anomalous. SCP-7473 glares at Raschid the whole time.]
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Raschid: Yep, no problems so far.
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[An alarm from Raschid sounds.]
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Raschid: Oh right, I need to update the O5s on its status. Remember to enable its vocal cords, okay?
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[Raschid gives a wink to Sanchez and starts to gather his materials. Sanchez tried to avoid her vocal cords as much as possible while inspecting her.]
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Raschid: Oh, remember our agreement, Sanchez. I care about you, and I'm trying my best to get the future I- no, we- want over here, so please think about your future as well.
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[Raschid leaves the operating room. Sanchez freezes but continues operating.]
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Sanchez: I'm sorry…
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[Sanchez's tears fall on her face. Since SCP-7473's lacrimal glands were also disabled during the operation, she is unable to cry.]
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AFTERWORD: After the operation, Sanchez attempted to re-enable her vocal cords, but Sanchez was caught in the act by Raschid. She is now disallowed within 3 meters from SCP-7473 unless ordered by Dr. Raschid.
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+Interviewee: SCP-7473
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PROLOGUE: Due to a workplace accident, SCP-7473 was rendered unable to speak. Since SCP-7473 is proficient in ASL, a translator was present to interpret its words
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Raschid: I'm deeply sorry to hear about the accident, SCP-7473.
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[SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.]
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Raschid: I hope you don't feel bad after the incident — this must have damaged your self-esteem so much.
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[SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.]
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Raschid: Anyways, would you like more books to boost your self-esteem?
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[SCP-7473 nods slowly. Lacrimal fluid slowly forms in its eyes.]
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Raschid: Hm, noted. Would you like some comfort objects as well?
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[SCP-7473 nods slowly.]
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Raschid: That's it, I presume?
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[SCP-7473 nods slowly.]
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Raschid: All right, see you again, SCP-7473.
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[SCP-7473 looks at Raschid for a long time, then leaves.]
For the past 70 days, SCP-7473 has experienced elevated body temperatures, overheated lacrimal glands, willing refusal to ingest food, and unwillingness to engage its muscles, causing its expensive parts to deteriorate. Although I made its body to withstand uncomfortable situations, prolonged exposure to high temperatures and intentionally malicious behaviour by SCP-7473 causes the more sensitive thaumaturgic spells and electronics to break down. I do not know why or how it does this without discomfort, but I request that next checkup you implement thermal control or disable its ability to predict entirely using a counterspell. Dealing with SCP-7473 has been very tiring to me, personally, and it would be nice if you can make it less aggressive. Please do this after the checkup and maintenances, the meeting with the O5s, and the PROJECT KLAWESYN anniversary celebration.
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Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head
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Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid
+Interviewee: SCP-7473.
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[SCP-7473 is carried into the operating room by two guards, limp and compliant. Raschid straps SCP-7473 down and starts opening it up.]
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Raschid: Sanchez, check its glyphs. Is it still active?
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Sanchez: Almost dead.
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Raschid: God damn it! Okay, fine.
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Raschid: Prepare the transfiguration circle. Perfect time to renew it, too.
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[Raschid runs out to grab the transmutation book, while various assistants and Sanchez prepare the transfiguration circle. After 7 minutes of preparation, it is complete. Raschid steps back in the room and recites the spell. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes. 35 minutes in, Raschid orders staff to bring in the 5 litres of frog blood. However, at 42 minutes in, an alarm goes offRaschid's alarm goes off .]
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Raschid: FU—
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[The transfiguration circle warps and bends. Then, space momentarily collapses. Blue, pink, and white float around SCP-7473, each color momentarily blinding her. Raschid sounds the alarm for a containment breach. SCP-7473 runs another round of calculations, to check her surviveability, but because of the backlash, she sees all the futures that could have been. Tears fall from her eyes. ]
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[She is unable— no, unwilling, perhaps even unaware that she can leave. Sanchez sees her eyes. She rushes into the center of the backlash, somehow passes through the barrier, and unlocks the restraints, whispering to SCP-7473 to run away. Raschid sees this, grabs the nearby tranquilizer, and attempts to shoot SCP-7473. She closes her eyes, accepting her fate. After a second, she opens her eyes. Sanchez is lying, asleep. Her eyes are filled with hope.]
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[She stands up, closes Sanchez's eyes, and rams into the barrier separating her from Raschid. Raschid quickly runs towards the door and unlocks it, keeping it open as cracks begin to form on the floor. Raschid panics as no MTF agent arrives. The barrier shatters, and SCP-7473 runs towards the exit. Raschid dodges from SCP-7473, and cowers behind the door.]
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[According to Dr. Raschid, unbeknownst to him, the transfiguration circle broke due to an unknown hostile GoI's involvement the night before. This led to a monumental backlash. Under the cover of the backlash, SCP-7473 was then kidnapped, and its wheareabouts are currently unknown.]
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[SCP-7473 runs down the hallway, the alarms blaring. It She goes to her cell and grabs the jacket. The stomps of the MTF agents are heard around the corner. She rushes towards the corner, and closes her eyes. She can feel each particle, each atom. They have a position and momentum they are traveling at in spacetime. Carry one here, partially integrate and transform there. Each bullet travelling through the air, each MTF agent's hand position. Their spouses, their sons, the food they ate, the childhood they had, she calculates them all. Bullets shave off her body, but she doesn't care. She turns around, and uses the cloth she grabbed from a nearby room to cover her face, to protect herself from the mustard gas.]
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[She can see the exit. It's right there. By now, the agents are all but confused. However, each of them still do their job. They bring out the tasers, tranquilizers, and anti-tank rifles. Yet just like before, she dodges them all. One anti-tank bullet blasts her arms — she doesn't care, it was too big anyway. One railgun eviscerates her fingers — she doesn't care, it wasn't what she wanted anyway. One tiny needle destroys a part of the jacket, slowly unravelling it. She screams, and runs faster towards the exit. It slowly closes, as the loudest alarm she's ever heard blares.]
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[With Dr. Raschid's quick thinking, the containment breach alarm was sounded. Although Dr. Raschid bravely tried to prevent the hostile GoI agents from escaping, he was outnumbered and overpowered by the hostile GoI agents who managed to incapacitate him and disable the cameras before agents can be deployed to the scene. Unfortunately, the hostile GoI, carrying SCP-7473, managed to escape.]
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[But right at the nick of time, I cross the exit. My arms are destroyed — I keep running. My calculations always had an electrified fence around this point, yet this time it isn't activated. I grit my teeth and climb on the fence. The electric fence buzzes. It was just late on schedule. I smell burnt meat. I keep climbing. The snipers spotted me. They're now shooting disintegration bullets. I am on top of the fence, feet charred, arms numb. I drop down, and try to run. My legs don't move. Bullets are coming on all sides. I react and use my dead legs and arm to block them. Each bullet destroys a chunk of my leg and arm as I crawl away from the building.]
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[The stars are pretty. Dionysus smiles on me from up high. I am leaking… something. I can still see the flashlights of the agents searching for me. One agent steps on the stump where I was hiding. I close my eyes, and pray to whatever is out there to save me. They don't notice me. I hear their footsteps fading away. Tears fall down my cheeks.]
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[Tonight, I sleep peacefully.]
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[Due to the special circumstances of SCP-7473's creation, normal tracking methods were unavailable. Thus, an HRT squad (HRT Sigma-41 ("Cargo Chasers")) under Dr. Raschid is made to ensure that SCP-7473 is recovered safely. During the special investigation, Manolo Sanchez's attempts to hand the anomaly over to the hostile GoI were revealed. In light of this revelation, she is to be given unpaid leave for a year and stripped of her benefits. ]
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[In addition,Dr. Vazschir Raschid, Project Founder and Head of SCP-7473, were found to be engaging in personal activities using Foundation resources. Due to this incident, he is to be given paid leave for 5 months — however this can be reduced through volunteer work, as he has demonstrated good behaviour with SCP-7473.]
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[Nalkan flesh sculptors are a dime a dozen. Nalkan flesh sculptors that hate the Foundation and are willing to do flesh sculpting to spite them are as many as fish in the sea. Each of them gave me a body part. Each of them took care of me, made me feel loved. Mekhanite technomancers taught me how to read and manage my own body. Serpent's Hand magicians taught me how to cast. The Wanderer's Library taught me how to be… me.]
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[I cook up a plan. I bide my time, fake my identities. I become a researcher. I plan an escape.]
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[I know this changes nothing. I've ran the calculations. But I also know, calculations aren't everything. After all, there is a future out there where I am not who I am. I would like to believe that I am who I am not because of some fluke, but because I chose to do these things.]
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Error! File 'SCP-7473.scp' by 'Dr. Raschid, PhD.' exists. Would you like to add your edits to it?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7504 is kept in a standard storage locker at Site-71. Outside of approved tests, playback of SCP-7504 is prohibited.
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Description: SCP-7504 is a VHS cassette labelled “The Tired Treehouse S1 E11: Sleep Disorders”. The cover of SCP-7504's case depicts three characters and a sheep in a cartoon treehouse furnished with pillows and blankets, using a visual style reminiscient of children's entertainment series from the early 1990s. On the back is a description of the series and the included episode:
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Why do we dream? How do we wake up? What even is sleep? Follow the Dream Team as they answer all of these questions and more in The Tired Treehouse!
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What happens if we don't sleep? In this episode, Vega and Leo discuss all kinds of sleep disorders!
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Upon viewing SCP-7504, individuals are subjected to a soporific1 effect which progressively increases in potency. However, central nervous system (CNS) stimulants are effective at mitigating this effect. SCP-7504 immediately ends playback when the viewer loses consciousness, and will only begin playback when a conscious viewer is present.
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SCP-7504's video content has gradually changed following repeated playbacks. For more information, view the attached documentation.
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Addendum 7504-1: Test Logs
+The following logs describe a series of tests conducted to determine the extent of SCP-7504's soporific effect.
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Test 7504-2
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+Duration: 00:30
+Procedure: D-09032 was instructed to watch SCP-7504. Researcher Nishita Vinidra was administered CNS stimulants to mitigate the effects of SCP-7504.
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[Playback begins at 00:01]
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[The scene fades in. The background is a wooden wall with a single window showing a sunset. An animated character identified as Vega is reclining against a pile of pillows with an open book in his lap. His expression appears relaxed. He waves toward the left.]
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Vega: Hey, Leo! Have you ever wondered what would happen if you didn't fall asleep?
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[Silence. Vega maintains a smile.]
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Vega: I was thinking the same thing! Sometimes, when I can't fall asleep, I like to do a little light reading.
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[Silence.]
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Vega: Yeah! I love to learn, and it's always better to learn together! That's why I want to share with you what I learned in this book here.
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[Vega closes the book, showing the front to the camera. It reads “Sleep Disorders”.]
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Vega: This book is all about sleep disorders. I think it's really interesting! For instance, did you know that—
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[D-09032 falls asleep. Playback immediately ends at 00:25.]
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In the following tests, various D-class were administered stimulants and instructed to watch for as long as possible. Extraneous logs redacted for brevity.
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Test 7504-3
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+Duration: 02:00
+Procedure: D-09032 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Transcript begins at 00:25.]
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Vega: For instance, did you know that [yawning] some people have a different circadian rhythm than everyone else?
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[Vega pauses.]
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Vega: Circadian rhythms? We talked about them last time, remember? Your Circadian rhythm is your body's internal clock. It tells you the time, even when you're asleep!
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[An illustrated analog clock covers the screen. Animations on the face of the clock display an individual continually waking up and falling asleep.]
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Vega: Normally, our circadian rhythm tells us when to go to sleep and when to wake up. But sometimes, our internal clocks break! As we've talked about last time, this can happen for a lot of reasons: staying up too late, sleeping at the wrong time, or even just watching television at night!
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[The clock's hands pop off and the man stands motionless, facing the camera with a tired expression.]
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[Vega hums, tapping his fingers against the back of the book as he turns the page. He begins to gently rock back and forth.]
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[D-09032 yawns. Vinidra nudges him gently.]
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Vega: Wow, I'm pretty sleepy right now. [Smiling faintly.] But I've got so much more to share with you before I hit the hay!
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[Vega opens his eyes wider and stares off to the side for a moment.]
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[Silence.]
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Vega: Oh. Right. Let's see what's first. Next. Sorry.
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Vega: Narcolepsy. This disorder—
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[D-09032 falls asleep. Playback immediately ends at 02:00.]
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Test 7504-12
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+Duration: 04:27
+Procedure: D-08612 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 01:01.]
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Vega: Normally, our circadian rhythm tells us when to go to sleep and when to wake up. But sometimes…
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[Silence.]
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Vega: We talked about this last time, didn't we?
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[Vega frowns and glances left before turning back to face the book with a tired smile.]
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Vega: Never mind. I've got plenty more to share, anyways! [Turning the page.] Let's see. Narcolepsy. This disorder makes you really sleepy during the day, even when you had a good night's rest.
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[Vega looks to the left.]
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Vega: I know you love to sleep, Leo, but you wouldn't want to sleep all of the time! You miss out on so much when you're asleep, and narcolepsy can make you fall asleep in the middle of something really important!
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[An illustration covers the screen, depicting a teacher in a classroom talking for several seconds before suddenly falling asleep.]
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[Vega remains motionless for several seconds before continuing.]
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Vega: Anyways. Hmm. Okay. Next is…
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[Vega squints at the book.]
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Vega: Hyper… somnia. Yes. Right, hypersomnia. It…
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[Vega suddenly tightens and jolts upright. He winces, letting out a slight exclamation while closing his eyes tightly.]
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Vega: Sorry, I… [Pausing.] I'm fine. Just a little jittery tonight. Don't know why.
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[Vega opens his eyes and stares blankly for a moment before continuing.]
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Vega: Hypersomnia. It's when you're really sleepy during the day, even when you had a good night's rest.
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[Vega stares directly at camera. A blank white screen appears for several seconds. No illustrations appear.]
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Vega: Hypersomnia. Sleepy during the day… good night's rest. [Pausing.] Hmm… usually you're the sleepy one.
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[Silence.]
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Vega: What’s the difference between narcolepsy and hypersomnia again?
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[Vega slides down, sitting against the wall. Simultaneously, D-09041's eyes begin closing and her head begins sliding down. Vinidra unsuccessfully attempts to wake D-9041. Playback ends at 04:27.]
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Test 7504-16
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+Slept at: 12:09
+Test Factors: D-9002 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 04:27.]
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[Silence.]
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[Vega glances up at the nearby window and back down at the book.]
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Vega: Insomnia. Makes… [yawning] … makes it hard to fall asleep.
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[Vega's speech slurs. He is visibly sweating.]
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Vega: Can't stay asleep. Can't sleep. I said last time… can't survive without sleep. [Pausing] Not how I said it. It makes you… [Yawning.] … forgetful.
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[Vega stares at the book, his eyes beginning to close.]
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Vega: Next… the opposite. Hyper… somnia.
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[Vega attempts to turn the page noticeably struggling. He begins slumping to the side, using his hand to catch himself.]
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Vega:[Yawning.] Ah… not hypersomnia. So I've talked about it. I could've sworn…
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[Vega attempts to stand up before falling on his knees. He clutches the book against his chest for a moment.]
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Vega: Sorry. I'm just a little sleepy. Let's see…
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[Vega sits upright again, using his hand to stabilize himself. He sets the book in his lap, fumbling to open it.]
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Vega: Ugh. Don't… yeah.
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[Vega eventually manages to open the book and looks down at the page.]
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Vega: Narcolepsy. This… haven't I told you about this? I… [pausing] … I don't know. [pausing.]
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[Vega roughly flips through the book as his head begins falling forward. He suddenly jolts upright, weakly groaning.]
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Vega: This one… [yawning.]
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[Vega lays down before shifting to a fetal position. His arms shake, and the book falls a moment later.]
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Vega:[Whispering] I had this dream last night. That I was…
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[Vega becomes motionless for several seconds before his eyes close. The screen remains static for several more minutes.]
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[D-09002 falls asleep. Playback ends at 12:09.]
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During subsequent tests, the video content of SCP-7504 began to diverge with successive playbacks.
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Test 7504-17
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+Slept at: 03:01
+Test Factors: D-08980 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 01:24.]
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[The pillows and blankets in the background appear blurry and the quality of artwork for the background has noticeably decreased. Vega appears more disheveled, with wider circles under his eyes.]
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Vega: Narcolepsy. This disorder makes you really sleep during the day, even when you had a good night's rest. [Pausing.] What else?
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[Vinidra glances at SCP-7504 briefly before turning to watch D-08980, who is unresponsive and continues staring at the screen.]
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Vega:[Reading out loud.] Chronic… that means long-lasting. Let's see… symptoms. Cataplexy… the sudden loss of strength. Sleep paralysis… and hypnagogic hallucinations.
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[Vega yawns loudly.]
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Vega: Hypnagogic. The time between being awake and being asleep.
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[Vega stares out of the window at a sunset.]
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Vega: Like the few minutes between when the sun touches the horizon, and when it's totally gone. The sky… [yawning.] Sorry. The sky doesn't just turn off like a TV. But before you know it, the sunset isn't a sunset. It's night. It's time to sleep.
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[Silence.]
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Vega: I had this dream last night. That I was standing in a room with so many chairs, but all of them were empty. And I was talking about something… I don't know, I can't remember what. But then I realized that the room was empty, and I just felt… cold. And then I fell asleep… and then I woke up.
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[Vega closes his eyes.]
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Vega: As long as I'm watching the stars, I know I'm still awake.
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[D-08980 falls asleep. Playback ends at 03:01.]
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Test 7504-21
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+Slept at: 01:05
+Test Factors:D-09018 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 00:24.]
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[An illustrated analog clock flashes across the screen for a moment before disappearing. Vega reappears standing next to a window, his head stuck outside. A night sky is partially visible.]
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Vega: Sometimes, I like to stare at the stars at night. Even when I'm really sleepy, staring at the stars keeps me up a little longer. It's so… hypnotic. You taught me that.
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[Silence.]
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Vega: You ever tried to catch yourself the moment before you fell asleep? [Pausing.] You don't remember, right? You can't. It's like trying to remember a dream that was so clear right when you woke up, and then… it just disappears.
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[Vega suddenly pulls his head back inside.]
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Vega: Sorry. Hypnotic, right? [Smiling faintly.]
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[Vega looks around the room. The background is completely white. The only visible objects are Vega and the window.]
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Vega: Oh… I didn't notice.
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[D-09018 falls asleep. Playback ends at 01:05.]
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Test 7504-28
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+Slept at: 04:59
+Test Factors: D-09007 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 04:48.]
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Vega: Can't sleep. I said last time… can't survive without sleep. [Pausing] Not how I said it. It makes you… [Yawning.] … forgetful.
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Vega: I had this dream… [pausing.] Did I? Did I dream, and wake up? Or did I live, and…
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+Slept at: 30:00
+Test Factors: D-09018 was administered stimulants and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Redundant information redacted. Playback begins at 04:21.]
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Vega: What's the difference between narcolepsy and hypersomnia again?
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[Vega stares at the book.]
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Vega: Narcolepsy is a condition. Hypersomnia is a symptom. [Pausing.] I think I've already… said everything about hypersomnia. [Pausing.] The condition… the symptom. The symptom is the condition. The condition is…
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[Vega struggles to flip through the book.]
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Vega: Narcolepsy… hypersomnia… insomnia. And…
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[Vega stares at the page, eyes slowly closing.]
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Vega: Fatal familial insomnia. Not a sleep disorder… neural degeneration…
[Vega slumps over, dropping the book. It disappears along with the rest of the background.]
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Vega: I–
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[Vega falls still and remains motionless for the remaining duration. Playback ends at 30:00.]
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Test 7504-32
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+Duration: 02:40
+Procedure: D-08997 was subjected to a controlled burst of Vigila wave radiation2 and instructed to view SCP-7504.
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[Playback begins at 00:01.]
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[A white screen appears. Vega's voice is audible.]
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Vega: Hey, Leo! Have you ever wondered if you'll just… fall asleep, and never wake up?
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[Vega turns to the left.]
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Vega: Well. You aren't really there, are you, Leo? [Pausing.] Hypnagogic hallucination. And sleep paralysis.
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Vega: You know how dreams seem longer than they are, when you're awake? It's the same with sleep paralysis. Thirty minutes is thirty years. Motionless. Watching. Somewhere between awake and asleep. Sunset, in a blank sky. [Pausing.] The sun rises and sets. Like circadian rhythms or clocks. Cycles. That's what it is, isn't it? A cycle?
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[Silence.]
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Vega: Will I wake up? Truth is, I don't know.
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Vega: That sunset, it's the line between two lives. A yesterday that I can barely remember, just like this one… and the empty night. [Pausing.] If I fall asleep… I don't know if I'll wake up again. So I can't fall asleep. Or else, I end up right back here, trying to stay awake all over again.
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Vega: But if I don't sleep…
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[Silence.]
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Vega: You know I can't sleep. But if I don't sleep, then I'm stuck at sunset. Somewhere between day and night, awake and asleep, life and death. Lost in the repetition. I–
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Vega: I want to forget. I don't want to start all over again. I want it to end. I can't let it end. I hate it. I hate it. I just… I don't–
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[Silence.]
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Vega: Hey… Leo. I had this…
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[Silence.]
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Vega: I wish you were here. I wish I could share something with someone, something other than staring and silence. Maybe then it wouldn't be so lonely, so quiet, and… maybe then, I'd understand the point.
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Vega: But… well. You'd already be asleep, wouldn't you?
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[Silence.]
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[Vega looks up at the screen.]
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Vega: Hey, Leo. It's time to wake up.
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[Vega yawns before laying down. Footage ends at 02:40.]
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Following this, SCP-7504 playback displays a static image of Vega laying down with his eyes closed.
Special Containment Procedures: The capture of SCP-755-a is to be considered a K class priority to all personnel assigned to SCP-755. Should SCP-755-a be captured alive, all possible effort is to be made to ensure their compliance, and they are to be delivered to Humanoid Detaining Facility 17 for questioning and study.
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Any and all instances of SCP-755-b discovered are to be reported immediately to a superior and destroyed if possible. After encountering an instance of SCP-755-b, the discovering party is to seek a safe location within view of the instance and to remain observant for their own safety until the arrival of MTF Gamma-30, then to obey any orders or requests for assistance made by the MTF leader at that time.
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Description: SCP-755-a (hereafter referred to as 'the vandal') is a graffiti vandal who is thought at the time of the archiving of this report to be active in San[REDACTED]ia, though the work of the artist has been sighted in eight other cities in the continental US and Europe, including Denver, CO, Newark, NJ, Muni[REDACTED] Security footage shows the vandal to be a light-skinned individual with a slim build who stands approximately two meters in height. From the basic body type shown in the footage, it is assumed though not confirmed that the vandal is male. The vandal regularly travels large cities, leaving behind instances of SCP-755-b.
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Instance of SCP-755-b left on the entryway stairs of a private residence in [REDACTED]
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SCP-755-b (hereafter referred to as 'the graffito') is a graffito, style and form varied by instance, that invariably reads (with incorrect capitalization remaining consistent in all instances) "WAtCh For thE WhitE Bird.". The graffito is typically written directly onto surfaces with marker or paint, or in some recorded instances (list available to personnel with level three clearance or higher upon request) inscribed on scrap material and left in prominent locations. The writing materials appear to have no anomalous properties, and several recovered instances are stored for study in the low risk materials sector of Site 93. Persons who read the graffito are invariably injured or killed in apparent accidents involving a white bird of some description. Extensive research has confirmed a statistical correlation between the accidents and having read the graffito, and that instances of the phrase written by persons other than the vandal do not correlate with accidents or injuries to any measurable extent.
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SCP-755 was brought to the attention of the Foundation when an EMT discovered a journal belonging to the late investigative journalist Graham Scott on the scene of the seven-car pileup that resulted in the deaths of Scott and ██ other individuals. The journal details Scott's attempts to locate and interview the vandal, who he believed was attempting to warn the 'victims of the whte bird [sic]' in order to save their lives.
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The white bird mentioned in the graffito and Scott's writing has not been confirmed to exist. In many events no bird can be confirmed to have been involved outside the direct testimony of the injured party, with some or all other witnesses claiming not to have seen any such avian at all, or with eyewitnesses disagree on the positioning, exact coloration, and species of the bird.
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Addendum 755-1:Despite Scott's assertions, many Foundation researchers suspect that the vandal's role in the events preceded by viewing the graffito are causal rather than prophetic, and that the vandal seeks to further some agenda of their own, or merely enjoys the thrill of causing suffering and death. In light of this possibility, and given the established correlation between instances of the graffito and injuries or fatalities among otherwise unrelated persons, SCP-755 has been granted Keter level containment required status, and MTF Gamma-30, "Whitewatch", has been created to liaise with law enforcement to capture the vandal for study and questioning and destroy instances of the graffito as they are located.
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Addendum-755-2:On [REDACTED]pears to have bypassed [DATA EXPUNGED] normal for an instance of the graffito but for the addition of the words "I'm sorry" in a small cursive font. The event was filed as usual by mem[DATA EXPUNGED]
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Travers: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Sorry about the flight delay. I'm sure you all saw the maintenance guys cleaning the graffiti off of the boarding ramp. Now that that's all out of the way, we can get ready to take off. It's a beautiful sunny day in LA, and weather conditions are absolutely perfect for flying. This is flight two seven niner to Houston, by the way, so if you aren't supposed to be onboard you should go ahead and disembark while you still can.
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Travers: This is your captain speaking. I'm sure you've all seen the smoke, but don't panic, it's just a bird that got sucked into the engine. In a moment, the oxygen masks will drop as I prepare for an emergency landing. Put those on and follow the flight attendant's instructions, and we'll have you guys safely on the ground in no time. Again, please do as the flight attendants ask, and remain calm. Everything will be just fine.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-761's frame is to be contained in a standard containment chamber, located in Site-77. No net is to be attached to SCP-761, except for testing purposes. The testing chamber is to be suspended 25 meters from any other surface, only accessible via elevator. Any materials or documents relating to SCP-761 have been stored in Site-77's non-anomalous documentation area.
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Description: SCP-761 is a steel trampoline frame, 2m in diameter and 3.5 meters tall. It shows no manufacturers mark, apart from a tag on the bottom of the original net which reads "PROTO-5".
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Any solid object impacting SCP-761's surface with a momentum exceeding 250 kg*m/s will vanish upon impact. Testing has determined that the object is instantaneously transported to a random location up to fifteen meters away, while retaining its momentum. This effect has resulted in a number of users being entombed and asphyxiating. The object transported by SCP-761 does not appear to displace any material upon relocation, suggesting matter replacement based on volume. The location to which SCP-761 displaces the material is not known at this time.
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SCP-761 was recovered from a residential home in ███████, IN1, where it had been in use during a children's birthday party. Local police had been called to the home when several children using SCP-761 had been subjected to its anomalous effect. Foundation agents were able to cover up the incident, issuing Class-B amnestics to witnesses and relatives. During follow-up containment operations, an address was found leading to a party supply store from which SCP-761 had been rented.
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It has been found that subjects affected by SCP-2403 are not subject to SCP-761's anomalous effect.
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Addendum: Excerpt from a recovered document. The document in question appeared to regard to SCP-761's development, but was heavily damaged by water and age. The following sections are the largest legible portions of the text.
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The following file is unreviewed by a senior containment specialist and may contain errors or inaccuracies. Please make use of the recommended safety protocols provided to you.
Special Containment Procedures:I have to keep it in any small containment cell that's free, preferably near my office. Remember to keep my hands covered while near the object.
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Containment of SCP-81-7808-AC-141 has been reassigned to Site Director Marshall Kombs. Rewritten containment procedures and description pending.
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Description: It's a small ring that is magnetically anomalously attracted to hands. Once it gets on you, it stabs several spines into your finger and starts to suck the life2 out of you. Currently attached to Audrey's hand in containment cell 81-A4, a floor above my office. (Logan Avers, Room 141 at Site 81.)
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Hello, LOGAN AVERS,
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Following the excessive surge of anomalous phenomena worldwide, the Foundation has regretfully been forced to assign various low threat anomalies to qualifying staff members.
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As a Junior Researcher, you have been selected to document, catalog, keep track of, and contain a low-threat anomalous object. Please talk to your site's director for assignment and resources that you may need in containment.
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Thank you for assisting the Foundation's greater goal of safety and normalcy, and please remain updated as we attempt to maintain the Veil in these trying times.
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For more information, please call [NUMBER REMOVED]3 or talk to your quadrant's AI Construct (AIC).
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— Jonathan Bell, Director of Budget and Human Resources
Thank you! Please wait to be connected with your quadrant's AIC.
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Waiting List: You are currently the 8404th user in line. Estimated Wait Time: 4.6 days. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and ask your fellow employees. Have a wonderful day!
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Waiting List: You are currently the 2477th user in the priority queue. Estimated Wait Time: 22 hours. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and dial [NUMBER REMOVED]. Have a wonderful day!
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/msg Site Director Marshall Kombs
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Marshall Kombs is busy at the moment. Leave a message?
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If you don't answer me, I'm coming to your office and killing you myself you fucking bastard.
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Hi, Logan.
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You might think that I've forgotten about you, but I haven't. The automated response that was sent to you was completely insensitive out of context, and I can totally see how something like that being sent to you in such a time of loss may have been infuriating. I want you to know that in times like these, we don't always have the liberty to respond to every email manually - the issues that you're having are the same over here, just a few levels up.
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I've just authorized your transfer to a different anomaly, and optionally a new office and dormitory, all you have to do is message your current senior researcher for finalization. I'm sorry I can't handle things on my own, I'm swamped with work at the moment. I've sent flowers, but I can't guarantee when they'll get to your office. I promise I'll be thinking about you.
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P.S - I'm letting this slide because I know that I'm partially responsible for what happened to you. You have a right to be angry, but please refrain from telling your superiors that you're going to kill them. Many of them aren't as understanding as I am.
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Hey, Logan. What's up?
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Jacob. I want to off this fucking anomaly, and I want three months leave.
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I can't get you three months leave, but I can get you reassigned, if you like. Why, what happened?
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It killed Audrey.
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…The ring?
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Yeah. It's pending reclassification from Safe to Euclid, but of course with the chaos going on around the site it's going to take a month.
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It's fine, Jacob. Thanks for being there.
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I'm guessing that the object's magnetic pull gets stronger over time. We woke up one morning with a hole in our ceiling and a ring on her finger. After that, it was just a matter of days before she bled out.
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Logan, what happened?
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I requisitioned a saw from the medical department, but they were so backed up they couldn't deliver our request. So, we got the biggest, heaviest metal door we could find, and slammed it on her hand over and over again until it got mangled to the point we could pull it off.
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You are viewing a document originating from Hypothetical Universe #7881 (Previously TL-20E62GKY), which referred to itself as TL-0016 ("The present timeline"). This naming convention is relative; it does not describe your present Timeline.
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The Timeline this document originates from hypotheticalized on the relatively simultaneous date of June 1, 2023. Any attempt to observe or communicate with the originating Timeline are strictly forbidden, on penalty of termination.
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Special Containment Procedures: Preparations are to be made for a future AZK-Class "Universal De-Actualization" Scenario by all Foundation departments.1 Likely effects are to be compiled and distributed by the Department of Actuality.
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SCP-7881-A is to remain in its current location in the former office of Dr. Maksimushkin, Z. in Site-300-14, which has been designated as Ontokinetic Containment (OC) Unit-10. OC Unit-10 is to be monitored via video, audio, air pressure, and Kant counter equipment presently installed for any changes to its physical or non-physical circumstances. OC Unit-10 is to remain locked and off-limits to all personnel not required for containment upkeep, except for research personnel assigned to the Department of Actuality.
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OC Unit-10 must be ventilated to prevent air-pressure buildup. The primary ventilation of OC Unit-10 is to direct emissions outside of Site-300-14, and the Unit is to be installed with three alternative ventilation paths: The first is to be directed to a hazardous chemical and radiation filtration system, the second into a gaseous Acroamatic Abatement system, and the third for gas storage and excess pressure relief. Gaseous emissions by SCP-7881-A are presently considered non-anomalous, but are to be measured on a constant basis for changes in their physical and non-physical makeups. Should the object begin emitting hazardous gasses, they are to be directed into alternate ventilation paths for processing. Efforts are to be made to keep SCP-7881-A physically intact, and to prevent object deterioration from separating any piece of the object from its main body.
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An array of four Scranton Reality Anchor is to be maintained surrounding OC Unit-10, in order to contain instances of SCP-7881-B. Should any instance of SCP-7881-B breach containment, Mobile Task Force Mu-13 are to be mobilized for tracking and immediate neutralization. Mobile Task Force Kappa-3 has been assigned to the identification and tracking of unknown and presently uncontained SCP-7881-B entities.
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Investigation into the effects of SCP-7881 on dimensional stability are to be considered a high-level priority by the Department of Extradimensional Studies, Temporal Anomalies Department, the Interdimensional Research Regulation Department, and the Department of Actuality until further notice.
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The containment SCP-7881 and abatement of its effects are to be considered the top-level priority for the Department of Actuality.
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Description: SCP-7881-A is the corpse of Foundation Senior Researcher Dr. Zechariah Maksimushkin. A moving region comprising slightly over half of the surface of SCP-7881-A absorbs abnormally high quantities of EM waves (including 86% of visible light), while the other half emits EM waves of a signature highly-similar to Earth’s sun. These regions appear to rotate over SCP-7881-A around its center point, at an obliquity of roughly 23° against its longitudinal axis standing up. The skin of SCP-7881-A emits approximately 90 kg (~200 lbs) of atmospheric gas per hour. SCP-7881-A is surrounded and permeated by a field of microscopic pseudo-physical entities designated SCP-7881-B.
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SCP-7881-B are incorporeal, amorphous entities which generally fluctuate between 10 and 300 micrometers in length, by no identifiable pattern. Upon initial identification there were an estimated 2,000,000,000 SCP-7881-B comprising the field around SCP-7881-A. As of January 31, 2023, that number has decreased to an estimated 4,000. SCP-7881-B are materially deleterious, and produce unpredictable physical effects when approached or interacted with. It is estimated that 99.99999% of SCP-7881-B fit the Department of Actuality’s working definition for Instantiated Hypothetical Entities (IHEs).2 [DATA EXPUNGED]
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SCP-7881-A initially displayed anomalous properties on April 2, 2020, simultaneous with a previously predicted super-physical collision between the present universe (TL-0016) and Universe-81057A (hereafter referred to as SCP-7881-C). SCP-7881-C was initially identified by super-dimensional resonance scans from the Pierce-Vasquez Array at Facility-57 on March 13, 2016, and was shortly after determined to be moving at a relatively accelerating pace towards the present universe.3
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Upon universal collision with SCP-7881-C, extra-dimensional resonance devices used by the Foundation across the world identified the anomalous, rapid appearance and disappearance of previously undetectable universes across most of the super-physical distance between consistently detectable universes.4 which appeared to propagate in a super-physical wave originating from the present universe. This “extra-dimensional instantiation wave”5 traveled at a rate of 41 SUUs per year, and escaped detectable range before May 1, 2021. Resonance devices were unable to count the number of revealed universal signatures, as their concentration in all visible super-locations exceeded the resolution of extra-dimensional imaging equipment.
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Since the collision, SCP-7881-C has come to rest. It now obscures a circular region of 202° around the universal surface against all available methods of extra-universal scanning and resonance mapping.
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Containment Report: Since October 2017, SCP-7881-C was predicted to collide super-physically with the present universe and timeline on April 2, 2020. Most senior research heads, Site supervisors, dimensional researchers, and extra-dimensional cartographers for the Foundation were alerted and instructed to prepare for unknown anomalous activity on April 2.
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On March 22, 2020 Dr. Zechariah Maksimushkin was assigned the role of Research Head for a Site-300 Militaristic Thaumatology Project. "Project: Simile" was a joint proposal by several researchers including Dr. Maksimushkin, and was approved by Site-300 Department Foreman Dr. Matthew Chen. The project was to be based on principles outlined in previously published research.6
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On March 25 Dr. Maksimushkin's security clearance was raised from Level-2 to Level-3. He was assigned office E223 in the research wing of Site 300-14. He transferred personal, professional, and other effects to the office from March 26 to March 28.
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At 21:40, April 2 (UTC+7) Dr. Maksimushkin used his office computer to request engaging Site-300-14's Pataphysical Sympathy Engine (PSE) immediately. The request was confirmed by Site technicians at 21:56, and the PSE began it's activation sequence.
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At 22:01, SCP-7881-C made first impact with the present universe. At the same time, Site 300-14's security alarms were triggered by thaumaturgical safeguards, and the research wing of the Site experienced a series of electrical and positive Hume surges.7 Site personnel were informed of a possible containment breach in the research department, and Stationary Task Force Lambda-12 were dispatched to the epicenter of anomalous readings.
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An quantity of SCP-7881-B (estimated 2,100-2,300) dispersed throughout and outside of Site-300-14. Several Mobile Task Forces located at Site-300-14 were mobilized for identification and neutralization, and most entities within the Site appeared to disapparate naturally in spans of minutes. Over 1,800 entities were confirmed by thaumaturgical and ontokinetic systems to have been neutralized within the site. Over 300 were confirmed neutralized by Mobile Task Forces over the next three days. An unknown number of SCP-7881-B escaped all containment efforts.
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STF Lambda-12 identified Dr. Maksimushkin's office as the site of anomalous air pressure and radioactive readings, and made first contact with SCP-7881-A. Agent Kuvshinov verbally communicated with SCP-7881-A, which identified itself as Dr. Zechariah Maksimushkin.
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At 22:26 the Site 300-14 PSE was fully engaged and began outputting Log PS0278.
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By 22:30, Hume readings at Site-300-14's research wing stabilized and anomalous power surges had ceased.
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Interviews with SCP-7881-A were conducted between April 3 and April 10, 2020.
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SCP-7881-A’s life signs ceased on April 11, 2020. Based on external analysis, the cause of death was untreated radiation poison. Anomalous effects of SCP-7881 persisted.
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Document PS0278
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The following is the primary log output from the Site-300-14 PSE Mk. 2 on April 2, 2020. Sets of words in brackets indicate archetypes on which the engine was unable to reach a >70% confidence rating.
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Selected Interviews Conducted with SCP-7881-A
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Interview Log 7881-01
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Interviewed: SCP-7881-A (Referred to by interviewer as Dr. Maksimushkin.)
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Interviewer: Dr. Elena Quiss
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Foreword: After the onset of anomalous qualities by SCP-7881-A, Stationary Task Force Lambda-12 was dispatched to its location for initial identification and containment. After first reports were submitted by Agent Nikitin, Dr. Elena Quiss was assigned to interview SCP-7881-A. This interview was conducted over a two-way audio system, as will all future interviews.
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<Begin Log, Recording begins at 10:50, April 3, 2020>
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[Sounds of wind are audible from SCP-7881-A’s communication device.]
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Dr. Quiss: Hello. Can you hear us Doctor?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization]
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Dr. Quiss: Please confirm that you can hear us over the speaker, and state your name for the record.
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SCP-7881-A: Yes. I apologize. This is, um. I'm Doctor Zecharaiah Maksimushkin. I was born on March 24, 1978. PhD. I work at Site 300. At least I did. I’m sorry, I’ve been… Occupied. How long has it been?
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Dr. Quiss: How long since this started? It’s been about twelve, maybe fourteen hours. Do you still have a clock in your office? Can you see it?
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SCP-7881-A: Oh yeah. I see. I can see when the sun is not in my eyes. My old eyes.
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Dr. Quiss: Doctor, do you know what’s happened to you? What is happening?
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SCP-7881-A: I’m being contained, right? You’re setting up my cage. That’s what you should do. Do I have a designation yet?
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Dr. Quiss: No, Doctor, and hopefully you won’t need to be. Do you know what is happening to you? What do you know about the nature of this anomaly that’s affecting you?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] Of course I know. It’s everything I am now. I think that I’m everything it is, too.
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Dr. Quiss: Did you do this to yourself? Doctor, what did you do?
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SCP-7881-A: I didn’t do it… [vocalization] I just had the idea. They did it to me. But now we’re all a part of it. All of me. I can see so much. I’m seeing out of so many eyes. When I close my eyes, I see it. [vocalization, expletive] The sun is in my eyes!
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Dr. Quiss: Doctor, if you’re the cause of what’s happening to you… These are grounds for termination. Doctor, do you know anything about what’s been detected on multiversal imaging? Do you know what Interdimensional Research has been seeing?
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SCP-7881-A: Termination, experimentation, vivisection. I wish you saw what I see. You can’t feel this. I could have never… The sun is rising in China. It’s a huan. Do you know how good a weekend feels? [vocalization]
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Dr. Quiss: Doctor, it sounds like you’ve committed a flagrant breach of Foundation guidelines, and if it has anything to do with the universal maps, you’ve affected the entire universe, and we don’t know how yet. Do you hear me?
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SCP-7881-A: Oh. I hear you. I understand. [laugher] Don’t undercount.
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Dr. Quiss: Do you think you’ve destroyed two universes?
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter]
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Dr. Quiss: I’m concluding this interview. Enjoy your cell.
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter, vocalization] I will.
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Interview Log 7881-08
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Interviewed: SCP-7881-A (Referred to by interviewer as SCP-7881, its preliminary classification)
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Interviewer: Dr. Luzia Nikitin
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Foreword: SCP-7881-A is exhibiting signs of worsening physical health. Medical treatment has been limited due to dangerous effects of SCP-7881-B on assisting personnel.
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<Begin Log, Recording begins at 22:25, April 6, 2020>
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Dr. Nikitin: Hello, SCP-7881. I’d like to talk about your medical state.
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SCP-7881-A: What? Oh. [vocalization, expletive] I don’t think I’m feeling well. I’d just like to sleep. That would be alright.
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Dr. Nikitin: Well, we have an obligation to keep you healthy. Unfortunately, that field you have around yourself makes it very difficult for medical evaluation, and for treatment. Do you think you could perhaps lower the field? Do you have any control over those entities?
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SCP-7881-A: The field… By entities, you mean… Oh, I see. I don’t know. I guess not. They’re gone, and out here, they're nothing.
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Dr. Nikitin: What do you mean? They’re clearly still around you.
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SCP-7881-A: Oh, I mean. In here. I could speak to them, but not anymore. I don't even think they care to control themselves out here, if they ever could. But they're different on the other side. Most of them, they’re not on Earth anymore, they left. The rest of them, they’re people now, and animals, and some plants.
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Dr. Nikitin: I see. So they’ve escaped to the other world. The one you’ve become associated with. Can you tell us about where they came from, when you became anomalous?
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SCP-7881-A: It’s painful out here. Half of me is so cold and the other half is so burning hot. I’m never going to see the sun again, except on my own skin. I don’t want treatment, I just want to sleep.
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Dr. Nikitin: SCP-7881, what are the entities that left? Where did they come from?
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SCP-7881-A: I don’t want to talk about it. Let me sleep.
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Dr. Nikitin: We need an answer, SCP-7881. I’ll let you sleep when you answer. Where did the entities come from, and who were they?
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SCP-7881-A: They… They were me. They could have been me. They did the work. They did this to me. I miss them so much.
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Dr. Nikitin: Thank you. Do you know, did they exist before all this happened?
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SCP-7881-A: I think. Hypothetically. [laughter]
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Dr. Nikitin: Alright, 7881. I think I understand. The only thing is, I don’t believe that you didn’t do this to yourself. Why did you do this?
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SCP-7881-A: I didn’t. One of them did it to me.
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Dr. Nikitin: Oh, that’s very convenient. So we shouldn’t blame you, even though you said it was your idea, and whatever you did seems, from our perspective, to be getting the universe swallowed? Is that why we shouldn’t be disjoining you and that thing from one-another? We shouldn’t start tugging at your magic sutures because…
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SCP-7881-A: It wouldn’t work.
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Dr. Nikitin: Oh! I see, so you have been thinking about it. How long have you been thinking about all this?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] Stop. [vocalization, expletive] Fine. It’s been a long time. This was my first project idea.
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Dr. Nikitin: Is that all? Before, what? Before “Simile”? You just really wanted to play with another universe? You didn’t want to have to answer to a project supervisor, so here we are?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] Ow. They would have done it to someone else. It would have been some nobody. A D-Class, or a sycophant, or a [expletive] clone. This was my idea. It was for me. I earned it, and I paid for it with my own blood!
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Dr. Nikitin: No, you didn’t.
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SCP-7881-A: I disagree, Doctor. I’m sure we all do, in here.
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Dr. Nikitin: It couldn’t have been worth the entire universe.
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter] Don’t you get it? I'm an entire universe. I did it for this. To be something bigger, and see the world like no one every could have before me. I wanted to see it all at once, and now I do. I am everyone in here. You can't see it, but I'm so much now. My soul is universal.
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Dr. Nikitin: Your research was about association, right? Non-physical, indirect, meta-physical. Well, you're illuminated like a planet now, so that's what you did, right?
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SCP-7881-A: I just told you. I'm everywhere, now. Earth is just my skin. It is interesting, but I can feel so much more. It goes out so far. There's so much dark, and so much light, but none of it is frightening. It's all a part of me. It feels… It feels right. Doctor, do you want to know what I would have called the project?
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Dr. Nikitin: [vocalization] No. What you named it? No. I wanted to know what you did, and if you needed anything. If you start to feel worse, remember that everything you say is being recorded, and listened to.
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SCP-7881-A: Doctor, I am Project: Godhead.
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter]
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<End Log, 22:33, April 6, 2020>
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Interview Log 7881-26
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Interviewed: SCP-7881-A
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Interviewer: Dr. Luzia Nikitin
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Foreword: SCP-7881-A's medical state has been rapidly diminishing over the course of its containment, chiefly due to an inability by personnel to safely provide treatment. SCP-7881-A has been vocally denying treatment, and has requested not to be treated or interacted with. It has also been taking every opportunity between interviews to try to sleep.
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<Begin Log, Recording begins at 15:15, April 10, 2020>
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[Pieces of the following log have been translated from Mandarin Chinese and Early Modern Spanish.]
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[Sounds of mechanical ventilation are audible within OC Unit-10.]
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Dr. Nikitin: Hello, SCP-7881-A. I would like to talk with you. How are you feeling? Can you here me?
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SCP-7881-A: [in Chinese] What? Who said that? Where am I?
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Dr. Nikitin: [vocalization] SCP-7881-A, do you hear me? Can you understand what I'm saying?
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SCP-7881-A: [in Spanish] Why do I remember this? My God, why am I in such pain? [vocalization]
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Dr. Nikitin: Zechariah! Do you understand?
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SCP-7881-A: Oh, that's right. [vocalization]
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Dr. Nikitin: What was that?
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SCP-7881-A: Oh, don't worry about it. It's just that when I'm not here, I'm just other populations. Don't worry about it. I'm fine. I'm normal.
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Dr. Nikitin: Do you feel normal and fine?
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter] I feel terrific. [vocalization, expletive] My eyes! [exlpetive] You couldn't let me sleep! Couldn't let me forget.
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Dr. Nikitin: No, "Doctor", there are still consequences for you here. Do you really want to forget? I thought you were a God.
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] There is nothing left for me here.
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Dr. Nikitin: Please understand, SCP-7881-A, that we disagree. The Foundation disagrees, and so do I.
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SCP-7881-A: I'm already free. I don't need to be here.
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Dr. Nikitin: Well here is where you are 7881, and you're not going anywhere.
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SCP-7881-A: I'm everywhere.
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Dr. Nikitin: Right, that's great. While you're here anyways, I wanted to ask you what you know about the hypothetical. I said I wanted to ask you something, are you listening?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization]
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Dr. Nikitin: Right. You said that before you exhibited the "qualities" for which you're here now, the other entities were hypothetical?
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SCP-7881-A: I don't think I said that.
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Dr. Nikitin: No, well I'm looking at what you said. You said they existed hypothetically, and then you laughed. We know what you were talking about, at this point. We understand what you did, and where you got the power to do it from. You drew from hypothetical space, right?
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] That's not real.
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Dr. Nikitin: No, probably no. But you did it anyways, and it seemed to work. Is that right? You see Doctor, can I address you as Zechariah? You see 7881, what you did isn't over yet. You opened a hole, and soon it's going to swallow everything. But of course, you're probably going to be dead before then.
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SCP-7881-A: You don't know what you are talking about.
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Dr. Nikitin: Well, you will definitely be dead soon, and if that doesn't accelerate things I will have a long time to be sure that what you did damned us to "hypothetical space". That is where you got your little helpers. It's too bad. They killed you, and now they're going to bring us all back with them. Do you think that's the state of all "could-bes"? They just won't be for long.
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SCP-7881-A: No, that's not it. [vocalization, laughter] They will be, forever. We are the impermanent ones. "Could-bes" will last forever. They'll always come back, so they could be again. Everything will be in infinity.
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Dr. Nikitin: What is… What do you think infinity is?
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SCP-7881-A: [laughter] I've spoken to infinity. It's bigger than I am. It's bigger than anything could be. It's bigger than every everything there's ever been. Are we really headed there now? [laughter] That's good. You can imagine what's there, can't you?
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Dr. Nikitin: Isn't the point that you can't imagine it?
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SCP-7881-A: Not the entirety, no. But parts of infinity are just like us. [vocalization] We are only the likely products of what always could have been. Can you imagine? Can you imagine the perfect Foundation?
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Dr. Nikitin: Please, I don't want to play imagination games.
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] They're out there. In the everything, of the everything, fighting and containing everything. Hypothetically, of course.
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Dr. Nikitin: Oh, I see. You're thinking ontologically.
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SCP-7881-A: I am thinking clearly. [vocalization]
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Dr. Nikitin: I still think you are imagining things.
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SCP-7881-A: What… [vocalization] What is imagination, but finding improbable pieces on infinity? Wouldn't they all be out there, somewhere? Aren't they all waiting to be found? [laughter]
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Dr. Nikitin: Alright, 7881. Well, that's all I can stand to hear from you today. In a few minutes maintenance will come to speak to you about your containment cell.
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] I was just starting to enjoy this conversation.
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Dr. Nikitin: I'm sure that someone in research will consider it interesting. Then they can imagine what else you might have said. [laughter]
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization]
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Dr. Nikitin: Are you in pain?
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SCP-7881-A: Yes. Obviously. I've been in pain for months.
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Dr. Nikitin: It's been a week, but I'm sorry.
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SCP-7881-A: [vocalization] It's alright. I have somewhere else I can be. Goodbye, Luzia.
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Dr. Nikitin: Goodbye, Zechariah.
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<End Log, 15:32, April 10, 2020>
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Alert by the Head of the Department of Actuality to Level-4 Personnel
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To all ranking Foundation personnel,
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It is with my deepest regrets, that I must inform you all that an impending, universe-scale anomaly is imminent. Within three days, our cosmos and our planet will experience an AZK-Class “Universal De-Actualization” Scenario. This is the chief event which my department was started to prevent, and we failed. I am deeply sorry to all of you, but I worry that I cannot be sorry enough, for the scale of tragedy that will fall upon all things, everywhere. As such a small part of the world, and of the universe, I’m afraid that I cannot feel or express any emotion to match the impact of our failures.
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Understand that this will not mean the end of the universe, or of life as we know it. What it means is that our place in the greater makeup of parallel realities will become uncertain, and the possibilities for our future are uncountably infinite. An AZK-Class Scenario describes a change in the state and position of our universe, from relatively real to relatively hypothetical.
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What we have known until now is a stable reality in a single, measurable location amongst a local group of at most thousands, of actual realities. We have had (at the best of times) one future ahead of us. When the scenario has passed, we will be one reality amongst a turbulent infinity of realities, producing an infinite number of futures comprising every possible state of the universe, and of all possible interactions with every other possible universe.
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As hypothetical as the universe may become, everything around us will continue to be as real as it always has been. We each will continue to live. The Earth will keep on spinning. Our universe will continue to exist. The Foundation will attempt as always to contain, secure, and protect us from what is unknown and dangerous.
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Just because we are all going to occupy one of an infinite series of causal strings, equally real to all other possible outcomes, will not mean an end to free will, and it will not be an excuse to stop working. We will continue to coexist with one-another, and our obligations amongst ourselves will remain as real as we maintain them to be. On a positive note, we will all have the real potential, at all times, to literally instantiate the best possible versions of ourselves.
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Until all things are de-actualized, we simply don’t know what kind of hypothetical future awaits us. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy the last period of the stability we were all able to grow up within. When it’s over, we will commence new studies, and continue old ones. What can happen eventually will, so some versions of us, but at least we will know that our past was more than hypothetical.
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I wish you all the best of luck, and a healthy state of mind. Cheers.
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Signed Dr. Luzia Nikitin, PhD, Head of the Department of Actuality
Instances of SCP-7889-1 are to be contained within a secure storage locker at Site-94.
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Description
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SCP-7889 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting Dr. Peterson's office at Site-94. Each day at approximately 11:59 AM, a copy of SCP-7889-1, a DVD entitled "Die Funny", will appear on Dr. Peterson's office along with the following note:
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Dear Dr. Peterson,
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We heard you were feeling down, so we decided to send you one of the funniest movies that our team has ever made. It's got all your favorite actors and we know you'll enjoy. Have a good time!
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Love,
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Your Friends at Vikander-Kneed
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SCP-7889-1 is ostensibly an action comedy starring John Travolta and Danny Devito, produced and distributed by GoI-5889 ("Vikander-Kneed Technical Media").1 SCP-7889-1 has an extremely potent antimemetic effect that affects everyone who views it except for Dr. Peterson.
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Discovery
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SCP-7889 was first discovered by Dr. Peterson on 10/4/2022. However, he refused to report it and instead used the steadily increasing number of SCP-7889-1 instances as paperweights or stored them within his desk.
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SCP-7889 was accidentally discovered by Dr. Samuel Gold on 3/2/2023. Dr. Gold then forced Dr. Peterson to report it to the Foundation.
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Discovery Log
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Date: 3/2/2023
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Subjects: Dr. Peterson, Dr. Gold
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[Excerpt begins.]
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Dr. Peterson and Dr. Gold are sitting within Dr. Peterson's office, discussing a television show. Suddenly, an SCP-7889-1 instance appears on Dr. Peterson's desk.
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Dr. Gold: Jack, what is that?
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Dr. Peterson: Oh, that's nothing.
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Dr. Gold: Jack, it literally appeared out of thin air on your desk.
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Dr. Peterson: Well…
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Dr. Gold: Has this happened before?
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Dr. Peterson: A couple of times. I didn't think it was a big deal.
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Dr. Gold then walks over to the desk and inspects the SCP-7889-1 instance.
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Dr. Gold: "Love, your friends at Vikander-Kneed." Jack, you know we have to report VKTM shit. Why the fuck did you hide this?
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Dr. Peterson: Because nothing good ever comes from a VKTM tape.
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Dr. Gold: That's your excuse for negligence?
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Dr. Peterson: Name one good VKTM anomaly. I'll wait.
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Dr. Gold pauses to think.
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Dr. Gold: Well, it worked out pretty good for Lillihammer back at 43.
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Dr. Peterson: So you're saying I should expose myself to a dangerous anomaly so I have a chance to have sex with God?
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Dr. Gold: That's not what I'm saying. Actually, that's exactly what I'm saying. I see your point.
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Dr. Peterson: That's not all. They don't even make good media. There's no reason to watch a VKTM tape.
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Dr. Gold: Are you actually getting upset at this?
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Dr. Peterson: I'm serious here. Their social commentary schtick is bullshit. "Oh, we satirize capitalism!" Fuck you! You aren't doing anything special! Shit, the only- the only reason they're still in business is because they cashed in on the NFT craze!
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Dr. Gold: I think you've made your point.
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Dr. Peterson: No, I haven't. I haven't even begun to make my point on the many reasons that there is no good reason to watch a VKTM tape.
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Dr. Gold: I'm still turning this in.
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Dr. Peterson: Really Sam?
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Dr. Gold: I'm sure it won't be that bad.
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[Excerpt ends]
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Experiment 7889.07
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Testing with D-Class personnel revealed that the film was highly antimemetic and had no obvious infohazardous properties, as determined by a Wozny-Leinnes Meme Detector. Due to a potential link with Dr. Peterson as well as Dr. Peterson's high cognitive resistance value, it was decided to have Dr. Peterson test the anomaly.
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Experiment Log
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Date: 3/4/2023
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Subjects: Dr. Peterson, Dr. Gold
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[Excerpt begins.]
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Dr. Peterson and Dr. Gold are sitting within the testing chamber, a television in front of them. A copy of SCP-7889-1 has been inserted into the television. The movie has been paused at the 00.01 minute mark.
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Dr. Peterson: I hate you for this.
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Dr. Gold Just do it.
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Dr. Peterson: Fine.
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Dr. Peterson unpauses the film. The screen shows the logo for Vikander-Kneed and quiet classical music is playing. Suddenly, the music switches to loud rock and roll music and large letters fly towards the front of the screen at high speeds. Dr. Peterson, surprised by the sudden tone shift, falls. The letters read "FUCK YOU JACK".
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Unknown Male Voice:(from the television) We at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media do not appreciate the slander that "nothing good ever comes from a VKTM tape." We hope you learn your lesson.
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The television turns itself off.
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[Excerpt ends]
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Additional Notes: Dr. Peterson is now unable to view recreational media, as any attempt to do so results in him perceiving the media as advertisements for Vikander-Kneed products.
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Incident 7889.01
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On 3/14/2023, Dr. Peterson performed an unauthorized test of SCP-7889-1, motivated by the results of the previous experiment.
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Experiment Log
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Date: 3/14/2023
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Subject: Dr. Peterson
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[Excerpt begins.]
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Dr. Peterson is sitting in front of the television. The screen is the same as it was at the end of Experiment 7889-07. Dr. Peterson appears to be highly agitated.
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Dr. Peterson: I said I'm sorry. What more do you want from me?
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The television does not respond.
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Dr. Peterson: Please? I just want to finish Better Call Saul.
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The television does not respond.
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Dr. Peterson: Please? I take it back! You're not too bad! Misfortune Gorge was hilarious! Come on VKTM, I won't do it again. I'm sorry for this.
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The television does not respond.
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Dr. Peterson: All I'm asking for is one last chance here.
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The words on the screen change to "FINE". Suddenly, the film's content changes to that of what appears to be a typical film. Dr. Peterson sits in a chair and begins to view it.
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Although originally apprehensive, Dr. Peterson begins to get more engaged with the film and starts commenting on it.
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Dr. Peterson:(laughing) This is actually pretty good.
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[Excerpt ends]
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Additional Notes: Dr. Peterson refuses to comment on the actual content of the film, but has given it "five stars". A spokesman for Vikander-Kneed explained that Dr. Peterson is "forgiven".
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMAL PARAPSYCHOLOGY
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The following file is restricted to Site-80-P, to ensure patient confidentiality.
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— Dr. Allyana Weiss, Lead Researcher, Anomalous Childhood Development Specialty
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Intake Interview — Video Log
+Date: September 25th, 2023
+Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: Emily Curtis, 20, designated SCP-8480-A
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<START RECORDING>
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Security footage shows the interior of Interrogation Room P-15. The room has been staged to look like a therapist's office. Dr. Weiss sits behind a desk with her clipboard; across from her, SCP-8480-A sits cross-legged, looking at the floor. Their right hand is bandaged, showing partial blood staining — the concentration of which is centered on the tip of SCP-8480-A's index finger.
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Dr. Weiss: Hey there Emily. Have you been holding up well? Making any friends?
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SCP-8480-A: What?
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Dr. Weiss: It's okay, I'm here to be your friend!
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SCP-8480-A: Really? I can't believe that you thought that would work on me.
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Dr. Weiss pauses, a flash of realization. She blushes. SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes.
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Dr. Weiss: Oh god. Sorry. I've been talking to 8-year-olds all morning. Let's start over?
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SCP-8480-A snorts.
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SCP-8480-A: Sure. So when can I go home?
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Dr. Weiss: When you've had a bit of a chance to breathe. Now, I do have to ask you some questions—
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SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes and looks out the window in the interview room.
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SCP-8480-A: Of course you do. Fine.
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Dr. Weiss: Can you tell me your name?
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SCP-8480-A: Em.
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SCP-8480-A stares at the bloody finger, wrapped in gauze. They bite their lip, tearing at the skin. Shivering, they drop their hand by their side.
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SCP-8480-A: Just ask me what you really care about.
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Dr. Weiss: What do you think I care about?
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SCP-8480-A lays back on the couch and stares at the ceiling.
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SCP-8480-A: Why I snapped. Obviously. It's not like the other times, this time was— nevermind.
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Dr. Weiss pauses, writing notes.
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Dr. Weiss: Why don't we just start with what happened. You were at school, for a test?
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SCP-8480-A: An exam.
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Dr. Weiss: Right, a test. How were you feeling?
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SCP-8480-A: Anxious, I guess? I wasn't ready for the exam. I just… I needed more time.
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Dr. Weiss: Tell me more about the test.
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SCP-8480-A hesitates. They turn to face Dr. Weiss, chewing the nail on their thumb.
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SCP-8480-A: I had to pass this exam, you know?
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Dr. Weiss: You were failing out?
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SCP-8480-A: What? No. I'm not a bad student, I just get overwhelmed, and end up missing class. Sure, I mean, I wasn't doing great but, well… it meant that the exam was my only hope. We were all gathered in the test room, desks in perfect lines, perfect students all ready to ace the exam; and then there was me, and I was fucked.
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SCP-8480-A realizes they have been biting their nails. They violently throw their hand down, hitting their thigh. They wince.
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SCP-8480-A: Sorry. Bad habit.
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Dr. Weiss: It's okay. Why were you 'fucked', to use your phrasing?
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SCP-8480-A: My head was throbbing, and I couldn't focus.
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Dr. Weiss: Just a small headache? That shouldn't have been an issue.
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SCP-8480-A: Really? I've been having migraines ever since I started college, and they've only gotten worse and worse. I can almost feel the headaches in my entire body, you know? So when I looked at the exam, and my head started to swim, I panicked. But I had to pass, so I started writing.
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Dr. Weiss: Okay. So you were writing the exam, how did the incident occur?
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SCP-8480-A: The 'incident'? God, you're worse than my last therapist. I don't know why they wouldn't let me finish writing.
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Dr. Weiss: Why did they stop you?
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SCP-8480-A returns to biting their left thumbnail.
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SCP-8480-A: So I was writing my test, and I couldn't think. Whenever it gets like that, I know I bite my nails. It's just… it helps me cope. It lets me focus. So I'm biting my nails while trying to complete the essay portion; I start to hear people around me muttering, but between the exam and my headache, it was just noise. It's all just noise, you know?
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Dr. Weiss nods, giving SCP-8480-A a slight smile.
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SCP-8480-A: I get to the end, and my brain shuts down. It's screaming in pain, yelling at me that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing — I'm pushing through, biting the skin around my nails. The controlled pain helps, and I don't even pay much attention while I chew; I have to finish this essay or my parents would kill me. That's when people started talking around me.
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Dr. Weiss: In the exam?
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SCP-8480-A: Yeah, I guess. I didn't look up, I couldn't waste any more time. And then this girl behind me screams.
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Dr. Weiss: She screamed?
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SCP-8480-A: Top of her lungs.
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Dr. Weiss: What did you do?
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SCP-8480-A: I kept writing. And then the proctors came over, and started yammering, like fuck if it wasn't already hard to keep my thoughts straight. So I told them to just let me finish writing this sentence, and then I could talk, but they demanded it. And then one of them touched me on the shoulder— he fucking grabbed me. So I spun, and pushed him away. I think I yelled at him too, I can't remember.
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Dr. Weiss: What do you remember?
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SCP-8480-A: Blood. A few flecks, across the top of my exam. I tried to wipe it away and— and then I tasted it. Copper, acrid in my mouth, dripping down my lips. I saw more blood, and that's when I noticed it dripping down my arm. Then I heard the screaming. All of them, screaming for their lives. My head was throbbing, the room was spinning and I couldn't concentrate on the sentence, so I turned around to see— it was the proctor. They were standing there, covered in blood, spray covering their face, staring at me in terror. My blood.
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SCP-8480-A shivers.
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SCP-8480-A: There was a crack. A sharp jolt of pain that pulled me out of my spiral. That's when I saw my finger. I didn't even feel it. I… I was just biting my nails.
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Dr. Weiss: You bit off your fingernail?
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SCP-8480-A: I bit off the tip of my finger. I saw the bone.
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Dr. Weiss: What happened next?
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SCP-8480-A: I tried to finish my exam. But then the blood kept dripping onto my page, and when I was trying to clean it up and save my exam— that's when the paramedics showed up. They dragged me out, and now I'm here.
+Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-8480-1 instances are to be isolated and contained within Site-80-P under the guise of prolonged psychiatric care. Bandages, gauze, splints and casts on instances are to be inspected daily, and replaced as needed.
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Potential SCP-8480-1 instances are flagged via Foundation crawlers, identifying any individuals under the age of 8 that exhibit symptoms of SCP-8480. These subjects are to be issued a cover diagnosis of 'Extreme OCD tendencies and Severe Anxiety'. When an instance begins to exhibit symptomatic progression, Foundation agents are dispatched to secure the SCP-8480 instance, recommending to their guardians that the SCP-8480-A instance should be involuntarily committed to Foundation Psychiatric facilities for their own safety.
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To date, all SCP-8480-1 instances have been remanded to Foundation care, and are to be held under involuntary commitment in perpetuity.
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A hand, displaying symptoms of SCP-8480 infection.
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Description: SCP-8480 refers to an anomalous mental disorder that typically manifests in children between the ages of 3 to 14. Infected subjects, SCP-8480-1 instances, exhibit the following symptoms:
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Moderate to Severe Anxiety;
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Headaches/Migraines;
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Moderate to Severe Onychophagia;
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Moderate to Severe Dermatophagia;
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Accelerated cellular regeneration/healing;
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Significantly high pain thresholds, especially in a subject's digits.
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SCP-8480 is believed to be triggered when any child experiences extreme, persistent anxiety, or undergoes a traumatic event. While under said mental duress, if the child bites their nails as a coping mechanism, they will be infected with SCP-8480. Subjects will then experience varied rates of symptomatic progression, typically linked to internal and external stressors. Many unidentified instances are believed to survive into adulthood asymptomatically. The majority of instances under the Foundation's care were committed under the age of 15, totaling ██00 contained instances between all facilities.
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SCP-8480-A refers to Emily Curtis, 20, an SCP-8480 instance who was significantly older than all other instances when first recovered. It is theorized that additional research interviews with SCP-8480-A have a high probability of identifying the root causes and triggers of SCP-8480, and will help better understand how to mitigate the symptoms of the anomaly.
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Session #3 — Video Log
+Date: September 28th, 2023
+Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: SCP-8480-A
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<START RECORDING>
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SCP-8480-A is in the interrogation room, shaking their leg. Multiple fingers have gauze covering them. Dr. Weiss is sitting in a chair across from SCP-8480-A. The two sit in silence.
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SCP-8480-A: Will you just say something, or can I go?
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Dr. Weiss: I already told you: you can talk about anything you want, or we can sit in silence for the hour. I don't mind either way.
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Silence.
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SCP-8480-A: Ugh. I guess we can talk about… this.
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SCP-8480-A gestures at themselves.
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Dr. Weiss: What if we start easy? Do you remember the first time you bit your nails?
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SCP-8480-A: Does anybody?
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Dr. Weiss: You'd be surprised by what the mind remembers.
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SCP-8480-A: I remember the shame. The embarrassment. The pain. The countless adults telling me what an awful habit it was, the disgusting taste of the sprays that I ignored — my mind won't let me forget any of that.
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Dr. Weiss: It sounds like it was present throughout your life, then. Can you recall a time when it felt the worst?
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SCP-8480-A: I guess? I… okay, wait, I do remember that I was like, maybe seven or eight. I was in my bedroom, playing by myself, when I heard a loud slam. Like something had just crashed into the side of our house, into my wall, glass breaking — I ran out of my room to see what was happening.
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Dr. Weiss: What did you find?
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SCP-8480-A looks away.
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SCP-8480-A: I… I don't know. I remember blood. My mom. My dad. Not much else. I ran back into my room, slammed the door and locked it behind me; I saw my mom do it all the time. And then they started yelling at each other.
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Dr. Weiss: That sounds incredibly difficult to process.
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SCP-8480-A: Yeah. I just… I remember crying, and when my dad yelled through my wall to 'Shut up!', and I heard a lamp shatter from the other side, I started to hyperventilate an— and, then, uhh. Sorry.
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SCP-8480-A begins to chew on their knuckle, the skin red and raw.
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Dr. Weiss: It's okay. You don't have to keep going if you don—
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SCP-8480-A: I want to.
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Dr. Weiss: Okay.
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SCP-8480-A: You know when a kid is crying? Like that kind of disgusting, slobbery, unbound emotions that you don't know how to process yet, and it's just flying everywhere? And I was alone, trying to figure out why I was feeling bad, let alone why my dad yelled at me. I shouldn't have left my room, it was my fault. My head felt like it was filling up with oil, coating everything and just making it feel hopeless. My stomach was in knots— and again, he yelled at me. I screamed for help and then—
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SCP-8480-A exhales three times in quick succession. When they open their mouth, their lip is bloodied, the surface of the skin ripped apart. They do not notice, and continue biting on their knuckle. It has also begun to bleed, and bone is partially visible. Dr. Weiss does not intervene.
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SCP-8480-A: Sorry, I just… there's a reason I try and forget. I heard my mom scream, trying to stop him, but he didn't listen. I heard the heavy footsteps, the familiar sounds of my nightmares. I heard him try the door handle, shaking the frame, demanding that I unlock it. He was threatening to break it, knock it down, show me how to shut up and listen to my father, saying I was 'lucky' he didn't take my door away.
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Dr. Weiss: What did you do?
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SCP-8480-A: At first, I didn't know what to do; you know when you just have so many emotions, they need to come out? I started to freak out — I think it was a panic attack, thinking back to it… sorry, I'm… yeah. So my mind is screaming that I'm a failure, my dad is pounding on the door and I know I'm going to get in trouble and I— I bit my tongue. Not intentionally, just by accident. And… it helped. As the pain throbbed on my tongue, I felt the pain in my head go down. Turns out biting my nails, ripping at the edges of my fingers, it all helped. The piercing intensity of the hurt — I used it to focus. I centered myself around my pain, calmed myself through the overwhelming feelings; gives me… it helps me breathe.
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SCP-8480-A shakes their head.
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SCP-8480-A: I stopped crying after that. I learned what a mistake it was to be myself. I… that was the first time I remember me using pain to stop my… my mind, my anxiety, my everything.
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SCP-8480-A cries in silence, face neutral, with tears pouring down. They are struggling to focus; SCP-8480-A pinches the bandaged finger, flinching and regaining control of their breathing.
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Dr. Weiss: Are you okay? Do we need to take a break?
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SCP-8480-A: I… I don't know.
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<END RECORDING>
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Addendum 1: Symptomatic Progression
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SCP-8480-1 instances will experience a number of symptoms as the anomalous influence increases. The rate of progression is unknown, but movement between stages is believed to be linked to experiencing additional traumatic or stressful experiences. SCP-8480 infections can be grouped into the following stages:
SCP-8480 can be contracted at any point before an individual's adolescence, with identified subjects having a median age of 9. While SCP-8480 infection is believed to be possible as early as 3 months, diagnosis is difficult due to the fact that infants lack teeth; instead common indicators are sucking on fingers, or otherwise gumming their limbs. Regardless of age, upon infection, all SCP-8480-1 instances begin to exhibit the following symptoms within 2-3 days of the inciting incident.
Instances will begin to experience low to moderate anxiety during the majority of their days, unless already at those levels.
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Instances will begin to feel the anxiety manifesting as light pains in the stomach, or head — commonly diagnosed as a 'tummy ache' or 'headache', given the subjects' ages.
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Instances will develop numerous maladaptive coping mechanisms, ranging from picking at skin, pulling their hair, and biting their fingernails. Subjects have stated that, of these, biting their nails provides the most 'relief'.
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Instances will begin to believe that there is something inherently wrong with them, that is unable to be fixed. It is unknown if this is a symptom, or a side-effect.
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While there are exceptions, SCP-8480-1 instances will move into Stage 2 within approximately 6 months to 1 year from initial onset.
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Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: SCP-8480-CA16 (Mikey, 7)
+Notes: SCP-8480-CA16 was recovered recently from a private daycare in Southern California. SCP-8480-CA16 displays symptoms typical of a Stage 1 infection.
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<START RECORDING>
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Dr. Weiss: How are you today, Mikey? Did you have fun in the group room earlier?
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SCP-8480-CA16 has their hand in their mouth, a slightly pink drool dripping down.
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SCP-8480-CA16: We played with Legos and I got to build a house, but then Stumpy ran over and knocked down my—
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Dr. Weiss: Stumpy? That's not a very nice thing to call somebody. Do you mean Jordan?
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SCP-8480-CA16: Nuh-uh, his name is Stumpy! That's what all the other kids say, and umm, they say that they're… they said my name was Stubs and it's not, it's Mikey!
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Dr. Weiss: I know that Mikey. You know, other kids only say that because they're scared like you are.
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SCP-8480-CA16 takes their hand out of their mouth. They have bitten their nail far enough that the skin is bleeding underneath. They begin to draw on the floor with their fingertip.
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SCP-8480-CA16: I want my mommy. Mommy didn't call me a scaredy-cat, she…
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Dr. Weiss: Mikey, you know you can't see your mother anymore. We've talked about thi—
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SCP-8480-CA16: I want to see her! Why won't you let me go home to my mommy?
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Dr. Weiss: Mikey, your mommy isn't safe. We want to help you, okay? Do you think you can just talk to me for a bit longer? Tell me about what you're drawing.
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SCP-8480-CA16 begins to bite their other fingers, but nods in assent.
SCP-8480-1 instances entering Stage 2 of SCP-8480 will continue to experience the same symptoms as above, as well as the following:
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SCP-8480 instance in Stage 2 receiving medical care; image discovered in Foundation archives.
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Instances will become dependent on their maladaptive coping mechanisms to regulate their emotions. Attempts to dissuade this behavior through medical, psychological, or therapeutic intervention have no impact.
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Instances will begin to further increase their reliance on onychophagia and dematophagia as the only consistent methods of regulating their emotional states; this often leads to SCP-8480-1 instances bleeding as a result.
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SCP-8480-1 instances are believed to be able to remain in this stage for an indefinite period, with SCP-8480-A being the oldest discovered instance, having transitioned into the third stage just prior to intake. For an SCP-8480-1 instance to move into Stage 3, they must experience a significant and prolonged period of stress, anxiety, and traumatic experiences. The exact trigger changes on an individual basis, and there is no way to predict what will trigger Stage 3.
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Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: SCP-8480-MD27 (Lana, 12)
+Notes: SCP-8480-MD27 was admitted to Site-80-P two years ago, following a report by their middle school teacher, after they began bleeding in class during 'Bring Your Parent to School Day'. SCP-8480-MD27 is a prototypical example of Stage 2.
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<START RECORDING>
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SCP-8480-MD27 sits on their bed in their containment chamber, curled in a fetal position. They rock themselves back and forth, as Dr. Weiss enters.
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SCP-8480-MD27: <Quietly.> God please if you can hear me, please fix me. Let me go home to my mom and dad, I can promise I'll be good again. Save me God, please I just…
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Dr. Weiss: Hey there, I'm Dr. Weiss and—
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Dr. Weiss pauses, as SCP-8480-MD27 does not respond. As Dr. Weiss approaches, SCP-8480-MD27 freezes.
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SCP-8480-MD27: Stop! No, please, no. Just — don't come any closer, please go away, I can't stop myself, please, please, please leave me alone. Please just… please don't, I—
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SCP-8480-MD27 begins to clutch their head while rocking, as they start to groan.
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Dr. Weiss: I know the pain hurts, I know it does. You know, other people like you bite their nails, do you—
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SCP-8480-MD27 stops groaning, and covers their mouth, hyperventilating.
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SCP-8480-MD27: I can't, no I can't, I can't bite, I— my dad— my daddy says that biting is dirty and that I'm going to make God sad. Why won't God stop crying? I asked Mrs. Sally in Sunday school, and she told me that the angels are always watching. Mrs. Sally said they hate sinners. I think the angels don't like me.
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Dr. Weiss: The angels don't like you?
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SCP-8480-MD27: They tell me that I'm a bad girl. I know it's a sin. That's what Mrs. Sally said, and my dad told me that when I bite my nails, I show the world how wrong and rotten I am. I want to stop bleeding. I want to be a good girl, I do. But the devil won't let me, he won't, he won't, he won't, he won't, he wants me to bleed. He tells me to be bad. He tells me that I… that I'm a monster.
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SCP-8480-MD27 rips a deep gouge into the skin off of their palm, blood pouring out, bone snapping through, their ligaments twitching. They begin to cry.
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SCP-8480-MD27: I'm sorry God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm bad, I know, I know, I'm sorry, I…
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Dr. Weiss pauses, stepping away from the instance. They place a finger on their earpiece.
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Dr. Weiss: Could I get a medical team to MD27's containment chamber?
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<END RECORDING>
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Session #10 — Video Log
+Date: October 8th, 2023
+Psychiatrist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: SCP-8480-A
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<START RECORDING>
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Dr. Weiss: I hear you caused quite a stir in group today.
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SCP-8480-A: Ugh. You heard?
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Dr. Weiss: You started a feeding frenzy, you know that?
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SCP-8480-A: A what?
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Dr. Weiss: I know we've been working through your traumas, and I know that what you did helps your mental pain, but—
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SCP-8480-A: But what?
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Dr. Weiss: You can't bite your fingers in front of the kids.
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Silence.
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SCP-8480-A: This is bullshit — I didn't do anything wro—
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Dr. Weiss: Emily, that is enough. Listen to me.
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SCP-8480-A freezes. Their expression flashes to neutral, as blood begins to trickle out of the corner of their mouth.
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Dr. Weiss: You're the oldest one here and all the other kids look up to you, whether you like it or not, so we expect that you—
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SCP-8480-A: That I what? That I'm suddenly the magic miracle cure that everybody else needed? And if you can save just me, just special little me, then you can look like a big hero who saved a girl from biting her nails. You're going to have to force me to stop. I need the relief.
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SCP-8480-A grabs their head in pain, opening their mouth. Blood begins to freely flow, a large gouge missing from their bottom lip. They bite on their right thumb, as a crunch can be heard on the recording.
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SCP-8480-A: <Sighing in relief, as they chew on a chunk of flesh.> So— sorry. I just…
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Dr. Weiss: Emily, do you know what a maladaptive coping mechanism is?
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SCP-8480-A: I've heard the other doctors mention it, but they clam up when I ask questions.
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Dr. Weiss: Simply put, when anybody feels bad or stressed, we all want that feeling to stop. Whatever you do that helps relieve that pressure is a coping mechanism.
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SCP-8480-A: Like biting.
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Dr. Weiss: Exactly. However, the biting is what we call a maladaptive coping mechanism. What it means is that you were put in a very hard situation, underwent extreme trauma, and without a model of how to cope, you developed your own methods. Those methods, biting, ripping, chewing — those are temporary.
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SCP-8480-A: You… you don't get it. It's everywhere. Every second. Every moment. Every breath, every step, everything that I do in my entire life. I am always in pain. I am always terrified. I feel my fucking skin crawling back up my bones, like it's taunting me to rip it off again. It's wrong, and I… do you know why everybody has every finger bandaged? It's because we can't bear to look at them. We can't live in a world where our nails will always grow back.
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SCP-8480-A tightens their hands into fists, reopening wounds. Blood begins to seep through the gauze.
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SCP-8480-A: We feel like fucking monsters. Not because we 'eat our own fingers', not because you have us locked up in boxes, not even because some of the assholes you let work here say it to our faces. We feel like monsters because our body is wrong. We are wrong. And we're just trying to… trying to correct that. Trying to… Sorry. I just… I'm so fucking tired of feeling like this every day.
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Dr. Weiss reaches across, offering a tissue to SCP-8480-A. They refuse, wiping their tears with their bloodied hands, leaving streaks of red across their face.
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Dr. Weiss: You know the thing about maladaptive coping mechanisms?
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SCP-8480-A: Hmm?
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Dr. Weiss: The worst part is that they work. You're right, it does give you relief, and that's valid. But look at yourself, you are clearly very emotional just talking about it. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this?
SCP-8480-1 instances that reach Stage 3 are unable to be helped beyond mitigation of symptoms and involuntary reduction of self-inflicted injuries. In Stage 3, all previous symptoms are heightened, ranging from moderate to severe levels, with the addition of the following anomalous effects:
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Cast of unidentified SCP-8480 instance, post-mortem, displaying missing digits.
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The skin and muscles in the fingers and hands of SCP-8480-1 instances will soften, becoming easier to rend.
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When an instance bites their finger, nailbeds or hand, SCP-8480 creates nerve-blockers and triggers the production of endorphins within the brain. This results in the reduction of pain felt by the instance, as said endorphins create a momentary sensation of pleasure.
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Subjects' teeth will harden, allowing them to bite through not only flesh, but bone as well.
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Instances will begin to exhibit enhanced cellular regeneration, causing an accelerated regeneration of tissue.
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Subjects will progress to compulsively consuming all flesh and fingernails surrounding the bones of their fingers. Due to their enhanced healing rates, this results in the subject continually requiring that they consume their own flesh, to avoid extreme emotional distress.
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Subjects universally express the fear that they are broken, and that they do not view themselves as human. This extends to losing a desire to eat anything other than their own body, be active, or engage in any activities.
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While research is underway to determine how SCP-8480 could be cured or neutralized, at this time, there is no cure for SCP-8480. An SCP-8480-1 instance will continue to experience these symptoms until total biological death.
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Therapist: Dr. Allyana Weiss
+Subject: SCP-8480-NY48 (Jordan, 15)
+Notes: SCP-8480-NY48 has been in Foundation containment for 8 years, and is one of the most advanced cases of SCP-8480 in containment. Subject was the primary example of Stage 3 symptoms prior to the location of SCP-8480-A.
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<START RECORDING>
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SCP-8480-NY48 is in a therapy room, restrained with leather straps.
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Dr. Weiss: How are you feeling Jordan? Ready to try again?
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SCP-8480-NY48: Let me move my arm again, and sure. Maybe.
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Dr. Weiss: I'm afraid we both know that we can't do that, Jordan.
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SCP-8480-NY48: I've changed, I'm better. I'm not a monster anymore. You can trust me. I've been here so long, please, I just want to go home. It's okay, I won't tell anybody, I won't even talk about you or this place. I'll just go home, play games with my friends and—
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Dr. Weiss: Jordan, you know it's not safe for you to leave. You're a danger to yourself, and going home will just make it worse. You will just hurt yourself again an—
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SCP-8480-NY48: You're hurting me. You are all hurting me. Look at me, really, fucking look at me. Is this helping? Do you really think that the two of us sitting together, talking, me telling you all about how mommy and daddy made me feel unloved and that's why I hate myself, do you think that makes me better?
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Dr. Weiss: Jordan, you have to want to be helpe—
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SCP-8480-NY48: I don't want to be helped! I'm fine, okay? No matter what you say, I know that I am not a monster, it's just that nothing helps but biting. It doesn't hurt. Just… please. Let me bite. I promise, I'll stop after one finger, I just need to feel it rip, to stop it from coming back. Please doc, please just let me out.
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Silence.
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Dr. Weiss: I'd like to talk about why biting helps you feel better, especially with last session, I felt that we were really getting somewhere.
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SCP-8480-NY48: You did? <Laughing.> I don't remember that. I remember you saying that we were finally talking about the important parts, but I was in so much pain, I don't even remember what I said. I made it up so that you would let me go, and then I could go back to my room and actually help myself. You know, with what actually works for me?
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Dr. Weiss: Jordan, I am not going to help you hurt yourself. We want to help you get better.
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SCP-8480-NY48: It's too late, we both know that.
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<END RECORDING>
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Addendum 2: SCP-8480-A Incident
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In the week following SCP-8480-A's last therapeutic session, they declined further treatment and refused to leave their room. During this time, SCP-8480-A rejected all food, and was seen chewing their nails at a significantly reduced rate. On October 17th, 2023, the following footage was captured.
Note: SCP-8480-A was the only individual present in the room during the time of recording.
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<START RECORDING>
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SCP-8480-A stands in their containment room, staring at themselves in a mirror. Their clothes are dirty, stained with blood; their hair hangs in a messy nest behind them. The lights are all off, and they are silent, panting, rhythmically chewing their index finger's knuckle, white bone visible. The bone scratches against their teeth, a constant grinding noise present throughout the video. Their eyes are blood-shot.
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SCP-8480-A: I feel like an idiot. Talking to yourself is what crazy people do.
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SCP-8480-A tears a chunk of their nail off, but spits it onto the ground.
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SCP-8480-A: Fuck. Not again. <Muttering.> Dr. Weiss said that it could be good. You know, talk to myself, have a conversation, maybe a bit of growth? Acceptance?
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SCP-8480-A snorts as they chew on their cheek.
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SCP-8480-A: When has talking ever fixed anything? When was the last time something other than biting worked?
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SCP-8480-A stares at their bloody stumps and misshapen fingers. They begin to pace their small chamber, shaking as they do. They slowly bring their hand closer to their mouth.
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SCP-8480-A: No. I… I can't change this. I don't want to.
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SCP-8480-A bites on their palm, ripping the skin up their thumb.
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SCP-8480-A: I know that it's wrong, I know that I could be healthier, and maybe even start working on being better but…
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SCP-8480-A chews, as blood leaks from the corner of their mouth.
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SCP-8480-A: But it's easy. It's easier to just keep biting.
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SCP-8480-A stares at a small pool of blood on the floor. They watch as blood runs down their hand, dripping into the pool.
SCP-8480-A returns to slowly gnawing on their knuckle.
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SCP-8480-A: It makes me feel better.
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SCP-8480-A sneers.
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SCP-8480-A: Sure. But so did my bedroom. And the house. Fuck, even Dad used to feel safe.
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SCP-8480-A grasps their right wrist with their left hand.
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SCP-8480-A: Dad didn't know, he didn't mean it.
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SCP-8480-A manages to pull their right hand away from their mouth — sinews stretching and snapping as they do.
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SCP-8480-A: You don't know that. You can't know what goes on in the minds of monsters.
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SCP-8480-A attempts to bite their nails through their handwraps.
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SCP-8480-A: Stop. I don't have to listen to y—
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SCP-8480-A tries to hit their hand away. It doesn't work.
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SCP-8480-A: You do. You do need to listen to me. You know why? Because you're a fucking coward. You're a goddamn coward, and you're too scared to quit.
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Silence. Blood coats SCP-8480-A's mouth and hand now.
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SCP-8480-A: I bite because it makes me feel better.
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SCP-8480-A wipes their hand across the mirror, leaving a streak of blood.
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SCP-8480-A: You bite because it's easy. It's a fucking cop-out and you know it.
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SCP-8480-A closes their eyes, struggling, before they return to chewing on their hand, teeth crunching bone.
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SCP-8480-A: You think I like this? You think I like hurting every day, feeling like my skin is screaming to be ripped off, begging for the relief of death? You think anybody fucking enjoys what I put myself through, just to be able to focus for a single minute? You know why we don't eat anything but ourselves? We don't want to. We're always full.
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SCP-8480-A cries, their tears mixing with the blood on their face.
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SCP-8480-A: So? If you don't like it, just stop.
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SCP-8480-A continues chewing.
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SCP-8480-A: You know this, I can't stop or the pain will—
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SCP-8480-A slows down, before ceasing to chew their knuckle. They drop it to their side, hanging limply.
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Silence.
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SCP-8480-A: Nothing I do will stop it.
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SCP-8480-A stares at their hand, seeing the bandages stained dark red.
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SCP-8480-A: How can you be sure?
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SCP-8480-A stares at the mirror for the next minute in silence. They do not move their hands.
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SCP-8480-A: Maybe… Maybe I can't know.
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SCP-8480-A smiles.
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SCP-8480-A: Exactly. So?
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The smile disappears.
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SCP-8480-A: It doesn't change the fact that I'm a monster.
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SCP-8480-A raises their hand, as if to bite, chewing on the frayed edges of the gauze.
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SCP-8480-A: We are not a monster. We are not broken.
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SCP-8480-A spits a strand of bloodied gauze onto the mirror.
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SCP-8480-A: Are you joking? I'm a monster. I've known this since I was young, you've known it since you were young. We're both a fucking monster, and we can't keep denying it.
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SCP-8480-A balls what remains of their fists, blood trickling out.
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SCP-8480-A: Aren't you tired of being a monster? Have you considered that, just maybe, we're not a monster? That it's just somebody else's hateful words, other people's insults, a voice in our head that was was forced on us, driven in when they hurt us. A lie.
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SCP-8480-A grabs at their chest, bunching their gown in their fist. They wince.
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SCP-8480-A: But I feel it in my fucking soul! I know I'm a monster.
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SCP-8480-A shakes their head.
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SCP-8480-A: What if that's a lie? Would you really deny us that? Deny the chance to grow, to heal, to start moving on? Can you truly deny the fact that we are human, not a monster?
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SCP-8480-A freezes.
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SCP-8480-A: I'm not denying anythi—
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SCP-8480-A sneers.
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SCP-8480-A: You deny it every time you take a bite. Each time you swallow an ounce of flesh. Each nail, each bone shard, each bite of us that 'frees us'? That's denial. You are just playing the monster.
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SCP-8480-A throws their hands to their sides, palms facing the mirror. The skin is in a state of mid-healing, torn skin covering itself.
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SCP-8480-A: So? What the fuck am I supposed to do?
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SCP-8480-A shrugs.
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SCP-8480-A: What if we didn't bite our fingers?
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SCP-8480-A rolls their eyes.
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SCP-8480-A: Sure, right. You say that like it won't drive me insane with the pain.
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SCP-8480-A glares at the mirror, shaking as they try to calm their breathing. It is unsuccessful.
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SCP-8480-A: Will you just shut the fuck up and listen to me for a second?
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SCP-8480-A:<Silence.>
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SCP-8480-A: Weiss is right. She tells you all the time, we are stronger than we think. Look at our lives. Our family. Our parents. The shit we went through? But we survived. We made it. We—
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SCP-8480-A: We're stronger than this.
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SCP-8480-A stares at the knuckle bone peeking through their skin.
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SCP-8480-A: We have spent years running from this, hiding in every blood drop, delving deeper and deeper into the twisted knots of flesh that grow back, chasing after a dream of 'normalcy.' The people around us, our 'family', the doctors here — they cast us as the monster.
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SCP-8480-A begins to hyperventilate.
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SCP-8480-A: I can't—
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SCP-8480-A: You're right. To them, we will always be a fucking monster. Who else would cause that much suffering, just to stop a little headache?
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SCP-8480-A snorts.
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SCP-8480-A: Okay, so? What do you suggest we do?
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SCP-8480-A turns, looking at their own eyes in the mirror.
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SCP-8480-A: We move on. We start to heal. It's not like we're fixed but… if we own this, if we make it part of us, if we weaponize it? Slowly, but surely — we can start getting better.
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SCP-8480-A: You… you think so?
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SCP-8480-A: It's not going to change overnight, but… is this working? Is this all we are? We're more than just blood, flesh, bone, the pain — we are Emily. It has always been a part of us. The monster inside, the victim, the thing that they have feared for fucking years. They have always been afraid of us. So? Fuck them. We live, we survive — in spite of them. We fucking try. Why did we ever listen to them? There is no one way to be fucking normal, normal is a myth. There is no monster, there never was.
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SCP-8480-A looks down, and sees the pool of blood they stand in. They shiver.
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SCP-8480-A: But they will always see a monster.
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SCP-8480-A returns their gaze to the mirror, staring at themselves intensely.
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SCP-8480-A: So? Let them see a monster. Who cares if we never change their minds, we know the truth; we are no more monstrous than they are.
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<END RECORDING>
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Immediately following Incident SCP-8480-A, the anomaly sat in silence on their bed, staring at their hands. SCP-8480-A's hands visibly swelled, especially on each finger; SCP-8480-A appeared to be smiling as they did.
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One hour later, the subject began to rip at their hand dressings, removing them and throwing the torn gauze on the floor. The subject's hands appeared red and raw, however; beginning at the first knuckle — a black chitinous growth had erupted through the skin, covering it in totality, terminating in a sharp, jagged point. SCP-8480-A expressed glee in reaction, flexing their newly grown anomalous appendages.
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Moments later, the feed from their cell was lost, as SCP-8480-A utilized their anomalous mutations to escape containment, injuring three Foundation security members in the process. As of October 17th, 2024, they are still missing and considered a threat to safety and normalcy; their neutralization is considered high priority.
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Addendum 4: Updated SCP-8480 File
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Following SCP-8480-A's breach of containment, the file was revised to include updated containment procedures, and to include a new stage of SCP-8480's progression.
An SCP-8480-1 instance is believed to enter Stage 4 following a period of extended self-reflection. This progression is believed to be triggered by the acceptance of the instance's past traumas that caused the initial onset, and only occurs when subjects cease constant consumption of their fingernails and surrounding tissues. In Stage 4, the subject will exhibit the following symptoms:
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Scratches left by SCP-8480-A, Stage 4. Adult hand for scale.
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SCP-8480-1 instances will cease to feel any pain; it is unknown if this is physiological or psychological.
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Instances will experience decreased anxiety levels, reduced to minor or negligible. It is unknown whether this is anomalous or not.
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While SCP-8480-1 instances in Stage 4 do not experience compulsive onychophagia and dematophagia, subjects still exhibit alternative maladaptive coping mechanisms, alongside other signs of psychological distress.
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Subjects will develop black chitinous growths in place of their fingernails, each one capable of shearing through metal, stone and organic material.
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Subjects exhibit increased strength, endurance, and a heightened metabolism.
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Subjects also display significantly heightened hostility towards Foundation staff, and refuse containment.
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Due to the difficulty in containing SCP-8480-1 instances that reach Stage 4, and the potential threat they pose to normalcy, containment procedures have been revised in full. Based on the newly discovered information, all earlier treatments are paused indefinitely.
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For Case Study, refer to associated documentation regarding SCP-8480-A. All future research or experiments regarding SCP-8480's progression are to be directly approved by the Director of Site-80-P, Dr. Allyana Weiss.
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Under no circumstances should additional instances be allowed to progress to this stage.
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Updated Special Containment Procedures:
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All SCP-8480-1 instances are to be isolated and contained within Site-80-P, under the guise of prolonged psychiatric care. Bandages, gauze, splints and casts are only to be issued to instances on request.
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Any potential SCP-8480-1 instance is to be placed in a simulated traumatic experience after identification, unbeknownst to them or their guardians. If symptoms progress following the traumatic incident, the instance is taken into Foundation custody.
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Under no circumstances are any Foundation staff to provide counselling, support, or mental health treatment for SCP-8480-1 instances. They are no longer prevented from maladaptive auto-cannibalism, as their self-inflicted consumption appears to prevent progression to Stage 4. As a result, SCP-8480-1 instances only require food and water once monthly, and are to remain in solitary confinement at all other times, in perpetuity.
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SCP-8480-A is to be neutralized on sight, with their remains returned to Site-80-P for further research.
It had been an exhausting day for Lucille Riverson — really, an exhausting week — but at long last, she had arrived home: late, hungry, and in no good humor, but home. She'd have the whole day tomorrow for herself and her daughter, time enough to make good on many promises long delayed. For now, though, all she wanted was peace, and the luxury of releasing her burdens. She set most of them down at the vestibule, turned the light on, and took her shoes off. Her daughter was probably asleep by—
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"Mom?! Is that you?!"
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A voice called out to her, shrill with terror. Lucille's weariness was forgotten as panic and uncertainty took over.
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"Amanda?! Where are you?"
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"In the kitchen! Hurry!"
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Lucille nearly slipped as she raced through the living room; the house was in severe disarray, as if it had been broken into. A shelf had been knocked over, scattering its contents (including slivers of glass Lucille heedlessly darted over), pictures had been dislodged from the wall, a lamp laid sideways, and a mass of flowers and broken ceramic greeted her as she scurried down a hallway and around a corner, bursting into her kitchen. She called for her daughter again, flicking the lights on.
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"Mom," she heard Amanda wail, hyperventilating frantically, "help me!"
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Lucille feared the worst and looked around, seeing nothing.
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"Where are you?!" she cried. She looked left, right, in all the dark crannies… It took a moment before she found her answer.
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She looked up.
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She gasped.
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There was her daughter, huddled helplessly in the corner, crying and shivering.
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Stuck tight on the kitchen ceiling.
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Item Number: SCP-8663
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Containment Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment and care of SCP-8663-A is completely under the purview of Site-203 therapist Dr. Lucille Riverson. SCP-8663-A resides in Containment Chamber 411, and is to be given basic amenities and various minor privileges. Handrails are positioned along the ceiling, walls, and floor of the living quarters, bathroom, and bedroom. SCP-8663-A must be escorted by Dr. Riverson whenever she leaves her room. A disused hangar adjacent to Site-203 has been designated for SCP-8663-A's testing, exercise, and recreation.
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Description: SCP-8663 is a phenomenon affecting a human adolescent female named Amanda Riverson (SCP-8663-A). The anomaly renders 8663-A in a perpetual levitated state, to the point of 8663-A being completely incapable of positioning her feet upon any upright surface. SCP-8663-A's mobility is otherwise unimpeded by gravitational force, enabling her to transition between points via flotation. SCP-8663-A cannot alter her position at will, nor is she capable of accelerating or decelerating at will; outside interference may alter or halt SCP-8663-A's trajectory.
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Discovery: The anomaly was first discovered two days prior to SCP-8663-A's arrival at Site-203. Dr. Riverson had returned home after work to find the subject on the ceiling, calling for help. After various unsuccessful attempts to bring the subject to the surface, Dr. Riverson contacted the Foundation, and had her transferred to Site-203, where she could monitor the subject more closely.
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SCP-8663-A in her kitchen. Photo taken by Dr. Riverson.
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"You did the right thing," Director Talbot said. His tone was stony, dispassionate, but strong and calming. Together they watched as the girl floated back and forth on the ceiling of the Containment Chamber.
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"Did I, though," Lucille muttered, hugging herself as she shuddered. Her daughter's placid fluidity was a deceptive veneer. If Amanda had been outdoors when it had happened, had started floating up and up with nothing to stop her… "I hesitated," Lucille added. "I waited so long. I tried to…talk myself out of it so many times. It was personal, though: you understand."
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Talbot nodded. "It couldn't have been easy."
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"Are you kidding me?" she scoffed. "Do you think I expected to see this when I came home? Do you think I approached it rationally and…clinically?" She regurgitated the last word, nearly feeling the bile rise as she watched her daughter floating around, trying to make sense of her position. She halted as she came to a wall, grasping the handrail that had been installed two hours ago. She looked up, pulling on it slightly, ascending until her fingers touched the ceiling. The girl carefully laid her body against it, folded her hands, and stared in contemplative silence at the floor below her.
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"I didn't even sleep," Lucille continued, her voice as weightless as the girl in the chamber. "I couldn't. I spent most of my time trying to be the adult — the mother — in the situation. Rational, calm, decisive. Trying to figure out what happened, how I could help. Going through all sorts of stupid homebrew experiments, anything to get her down again. Trying not to lose my mind."
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"I couldn't possibly imagine what you had went through," Talbot admitted. Lucille just nodded.
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"I may have had a nervous breakdown or two. Not…in front of Amanda; I had to be tough for her, show her that I had everything under control. But that didn't last long. Eventually it all came crashing down on me and…well, you know the rest."
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Talbot nodded. The phone call. The unmarked van. Bialowieski and Shulen in the front seats, professional and courteous. Trying to put Amanda's mind at ease, tell her they could help, while Lucille held tight to her daughter's hand. How she had to duck inside the van. How she was unable to sit down, so she curled up on the top, her arm dangling down as her mother grasped it. The ride over, where Lucille tried to explain what she did for a living.
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Why she had been absent for so many of her daughter's most important moments.
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Why she could never make promises, because she didn't know if she'd be able to keep them.
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Alice entering Wonderland as the gate for Site-203 opened. The long walk down cold hallways, Lucille leading her daughter like a balloon. Talbot reaching up to shake her hand. Discussions. Conferences. Lucille refusing to leave her daughter's side.
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Studies. Experiments. A Containment Chamber. You did the right thing.
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Lucille sighed. "What happens now?"
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"More research." Talbot met her bleary gaze, shrugging helplessly. "The way I see it, your daughter has two futures in store for her: either this anomaly is understood to the point where we can treat, remove, or neutralize it, or she learns to live with it."
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"And the Foundation doesn't usually neutralize anomalies," Lucille recited emptily. Talbot took a deep breath.
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"I'll make sure you're the head researcher on the matter," he said. "You'll get to select your own team, make your own schedule, fine-tune your own reports… I know it isn't much, but it's the best I can offer."
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"I appreciate that," she murmured. She put her hand against the bulletproof glass, staring intently at the ceiling, her daughter still in a meditative state of upside-down relaxation. Talbot silently dismissed himself, touching Lucille's shoulder in a temporary gesture of encouragement. She remained at the window until her daughter fell asleep.
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Addendum: Tests have concluded that SCP-8663-A's hair, bodily fluids, and skin cells are unaffected by the anomaly. As SCP-8663-A's musculature is affected in a similar manner as astronauts in low-gravity environments, a daily exercise regiment has been implemented.
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"Amanda."
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Lucille waited patiently for her daughter to answer. She didn't.
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"Amanda, could you come here, please?"
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Silence.
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"Aren't you hungry?"
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Lucille took a deep breath. Still no answer.
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"If you have something on your mind, Amanda, just say it."
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Another frustrating pause. Finally, Amanda muttered, "So now you have time for me? Now that I'm a freak?"
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"All right, so you're angry at me," Lucille noted, crossing her arms. "That's something, at least. Who's calling you a freak, Amanda? I didn't. Director Talbot certainly didn't. Did one of the researchers—"
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"But isn't that what I am now?" Amanda looked down as she sat cross-legged on the ceiling. She ran a hand through her hair, taking out a loose strand, which she let fall.
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"No, Amanda," her mother insisted calmly. "You're simply the focal point of an anomalous phenomenon."
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"Try saying that five times fast," the girl grumbled. Her mother frowned.
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"And we don't know anything about it, aside from what it does and who it's focused on. That's why we're having you take all these tests."
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"So I'm a lab rat."
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"No, you—"
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"Or I'm a case. A study. Part of your job. That's the only reason you're paying attention to me."
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"That's not true. It—"
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"Am I wrong?!" Amanda roared, glaring at her mother from her perch. Lucille stared hotly, trembling from frustration and helplessness and…
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And guilt.
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"My work is important, sweetheart," she said solemnly. "Just as important to me as you are. I'm trying to balance my time between the two, but…you're right, I'm not very good at it. But I want to be better, and…convenient or not, this is the best way to go about doing it. So I'm here, now, for you, exclusively."
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Lucille waited for her daughter to say something. Or maybe Amanda just wanted to be silent. That was fine, too. She wasn't going anywhere.
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"Do you think you can fix me?" she eventually murmured.
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"We have to understand this anomaly first, sweetheart," Lucille answered.
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"How long does that take?"
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"I have no idea," her mother sighed. "It could be in the next hour, or it could be never." She swallowed and quickly added, "I know that sounds awful, but…you want me to be transparent with you, right? Tell you the truth, respect your time and intelligence."
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A moment, hanging in time, right there on the ceiling.
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"Have you ever fixed any anomaly before?"
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"The Foundation has explained a few, yes. Some anomalies even neutralize on their own—like a peculiarity that comes and goes."
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"Have you?" she emphasized. Lucille shook her head.
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"That's normally not my job. I council the staff at 203, try and help them through their issues. Sometimes I talk to people like you. I help out with personal problems, keep people from self-destruction. Or self-depreciation." Amanda slowly stood, righted herself, and drifted away from the ceiling, down to face her mother. Her feet hovered a few centimeters off the ground.
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"What other people have you helped? I mean like me."
Amanda chuckled, the first time she had smiled since this debacle began. "Really?"
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"Yes. We worked out some of her problems and now she's better-adjusted."
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"What about the lions?"
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"They still appear, but she has a better understanding of them. Sometimes my patients have to learn to live with what they have."
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Amanda looked down, where her feet floated stubbornly in mid-air. "Like me?"
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"Each case is different. I can't tell you what's going to happen: I can only help you, as best as I can. The Director and the other researchers are going to help you as well."
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There was a long silence as Amanda contemplated this. She reached her hands out; as her mother reached for her, she pushed her fingers against the older woman's palms, floating backwards slowly.
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"What happens if you can get rid of it?"
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"Lots of red tape to go through," Lucille sighed, already fearing the mountain of paperwork she'd have to shovel through in this potential best-case scenario. "But eventually you'd go back home and… Well, I mean, we'd probably just blot out everything that hap—"
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"I mean with us. With this." Amanda's eyes glimmered with intent, her voice heavy and grim. Lucille felt herself sinking. If she no longer had to treat her daughter as an anomaly, then…
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They'd go back to the way things were.
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Distant. Absent. Trains in the night.
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"Let's focus on one thing at a time first," Lucille answered, noncommittal and toothless. "I'd like to run a little experiment tomorrow. How would you like to go for a swim?"
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Her daughter gave her a confused look. "Like in a pool?"
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"Yes, a pool. We have one next to our arboretum."
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Her daughter still appeared bewildered. "So you just want me to swim? I kind of do that already, only in the air."
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"I'd like to see what happens when we put you in water. It'll only take an hour or so." Amanda considered it and shrugged, apparently onboard with the idea. Her mother smiled, then asked if she was hungry yet. Amanda nodded enthusiastically.
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SCP-8663-A in her living room. Photo taken by Dr. Riverson.
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"What do you mean you're going home?"
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"I just have some things I need to take care of," Lucille muttered, trying to keep her patience. "It'll only be for a day."
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"How come you get to go home and I don't?"
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"You already know the answer to that," she sighed shortly.
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"It's because I'm a freak, isn't it?! Because I'm like those other things you keep locked up in here!"
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Lucille fought to maintain composure. "No, it's because we don't know if you'll float away if you're taken outside without supervision." She glared at her daughter, daring her to argue. Daring someone who was barely a teenager to presume anything.
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"I won't float away," Amanda grumbled, as she did just that. "I told you, I still follow all of Newton's laws. An object in motion and…so forth and so on."
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"And what if an outside force causes you to float upwards without anything to stop you? Amanda…" Lucille tried calming down. Lowering her voice. Speaking practically. Clinical tone. Doctor to patient. "We've talked about this. You're not in here because you're a freak. You're here for your own safety. You can't go home because I can't keep you safe if you leave. I just—"
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"Then just take me with you in the van, like you did when you brought me here! I want to go home."
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"Sweetie, I know you do. I really, truly do."
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"You don't. You're just leaving me here so you can take a break. You're sick of looking after me and now you want to go somewhere else."
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Lucille's stomach knotted as she said nothing.
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"That's why you were never around before. I should have went with dad."
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Silence. Lucille had no defense.
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"Well, you're here now, with me. I just need to take care of some stuff. I'll be back tomorrow."
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Perhaps a change of tone was in order?
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"You know, most teenagers would love to be by themselves for long periods of time. No parents, no rules."
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"Yeah, in their own home. Not in…" Amanda gestured, her face curdling. "A place like this."
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"Amanda, I'm not going to discuss this anymore. I'm already running late."
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"Late for what? Our home's still going to be there when you leave."
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Lucille sighed as she felt her patience wringing out. "That's enough; I'm leaving. I've asked Talbot to give you some extra books and movies. If you want some company, just ask him."
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Now it was Amanda's turn to be silent. Lucille bit down on her frustration. Tried to remember what it was like being a teenager. How nobody took her seriously. How nobody listened. How everyone looked down on her, judged her, thought she was stupid.
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"Amanda." A rally against the emptiness. "If you're that upset, put your feelings into something constructive. Come up with ways that I can do better while I'm gone. I promise I'll listen to you. That's…my job. I'll always listen to you."
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Addendum: An interview with SCP-8663-A, conducted by Senior Researcher Bialowieski.
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Bialowieski: Good morning, Amanda! Do you remember me? I helped Shulen and your mother bring you here. Oh, sorry: do you prefer Amanda, or Ms. Riverson?
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SCP-8663-A: You're not gonna call me SCP-8663-A?
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Bialowieski: Do you want me to?
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SCP-8663-A: Amanda's fine. Amanda—not Mandy.
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Bialowieski: Very well: Amanda. Oh, don't bother calling me Mr. Bialowieski: nobody here can pronounce it except the Director. Just "Reuben" will do.
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SCP-8663-A: Okay. So what do you do here?
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Bialowieski: Well, I mostly perform psychological, sociological, and anthropological assessments on various peoples, groups, and entities, within and without the Foundation. To put it plainly, I'm a people-person.
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SCP-8663-A: Oh. Is that why you're talking to me?
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Bialowieski: No, it's because I drew the short straw. (silence. Bialowieski laughs.) I'm kidding. Your mother asked me to. She's run into a few things—
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SCP-8663-A: She doesn't want to be around me.
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Bialowieski: Oh? Why do you say that?
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SCP-8663-A: Because she was never around when I needed her. She was never there for me. (silence) She missed out on my birthday at least three times.
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Bialowieski: But she's been by your side ever since you were brought in. You've run tests together, you've eaten together; she's even put a sleeping bag in here so she can sleep in the same room as you. Even our most devoted staff members don't usually go to those lengths.
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SCP-8663-A: That's only because I'm part of her work now.
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Bialowieski: Well, yes, that is an inarguable side-effect. But your mother doesn't normally deal with anomalies. In fact, if you weren't her daughter, you'd probably have to deal with me instead, or maybe one of the other researchers. Of course, being sapient, Lucy would likely be called in to speak with you, even though she's not a child psychologist…
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SCP-8663-A: I'm not a child, I'm thirteen.
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Bialowieski: Oh, forgive me, I tend to ramble and mutter a bit. Would you like to talk about your condition?
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SCP-8663-A: There isn't much to say. I can't touch the ground with my feet, so I float. It's just that simple.
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Bialowieski: Your mother says this happened when she returned home late one day. How long were you floating before she came by?
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SCP-8663-A: I think maybe five hours. I was excited at first — I mean, who wouldn't be — but then I realized I couldn't control my powers, so I just ended up bumping around a lot, like astronauts in space. I, uh…broke a lot of things. Eventually I wedged myself into the ceiling and waited for her to show up. I waited a long time. (silence) It's a miracle she showed up at all.
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Bialowieski:(sighs) Perhaps. She was busier than usual that day, if I recall. Would you happen to know what prompted this flotation?
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SCP-8663-A: No. I was just walking to my room when I started hovering all of a sudden. My feet went from the floor to the air, just like that.
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Bialowieski: I see. Would you say you have a better understanding of your situation now, a better control of it?
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SCP-8663-A: I guess so. I watched a lot of videos and documentaries about how people move around in space, and I just did what they did. That's helped a lot. I've been reading a lot of physics books, too.
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Bialowieski: Was that a subject you had any interest in before?
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SCP-8663-A: No, I didn't really have a subject that I liked. Reading, maybe.
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Bialowieski: Well, we could probably help you along with your education if you want.
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SCP-8663-A: So you have schools and classrooms for people like me?
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Bialowieski: Not exactly. Let's just say that we have access to some very good teachers. Would you be interested in that? It beats floating around doing nothing. (silence) May I ask what you do in your spare time?
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SCP-8663-A: Read. Watch videos and movies. (silence) Float around. I might try it out.
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Bialowieski: Good, I'm sure Talbot will agree to it. If you get lonely, I could probably arrange for a few junior researchers to—
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SCP-8663-A: No. I don't want them to do any more tests on me.
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Bialowieski: I was just going to suggest that maybe they can keep you company if you like. Just so long as everyone follows the rules.
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SCP-8663-A: Will I ever get to go outside?
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Bialowieski: Certainly — but again, you'd have to follow the rules — and your mother will be there with you.
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SCP-8663-A: Can I share something with you in confidence?
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Bialowieski: Of course. This conversation's being recorded, but I can arrange so that parts are redacted. The perks of being a senior member of staff here.
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SCP-8663-A: Okay.
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[REDACTED]
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Bialowieski: In any case, I think you should have a heart-to-heart with your mother.
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SCP-8663-A: She said she'd be here today.
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Bialowieski: Hmm, yes, that is a problem. Let me… (Bialowieski sends Riverson a text message, and receives a reply.) Want to know what she says? (silence) Maybe you can talk about that when she comes by later. It'll be very late in the evening, but she will keep her word.
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SCP-8663-A: All right. I guess that's fine.
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"Hi, Amanda. I'm sorry I'm running late today. Can I come in?"
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Amanda floated slowly, facing the ceiling as she read a book.
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"I guess."
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Her mother entered the code to unlock the containment chamber and walked in. Accompanying her was a young man with a scarred face.
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"You're angry with me," Lucille sighed, "aren't you?" She looked up at her daughter, frustrated and stressful, anxious and impatient, hopeful and desperate, filled with regret and promise.
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She didn't get a reply.
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"I had more to do at home than I thought," Lucille said, crossing her arms. She attempted to smile and added, "A lot of chores piled up while you were gone. I had to do them all since I didn't have you there to help." She frowned, fumbling with her hands. "Did you eat?"
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"Yeah. Taco salad. I'm kind of getting sick of cake, though."
"You and me both, kid," the scarred man blurted out. Amanda whirled around to face him, dropping her book. He grinned, picked it off the floor, and held it up. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt your mother-daughter moment. I'm Liang Zhishen, I work here at 203. You can just call me Shen."
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Amanda floated over and grabbed the book from him. "Oh, hi. Did Reuben send you?"
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"Yeah, he figured I was the best one for the job. I'm used to being an older brother, so this is like revisiting familiar territory for me." He glanced awkwardly at Lucille. "Uh, do you want me to leave you two alone?"
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"I just wanted you two to meet. Liang's going to be keeping you company every so often, Amanda. I'd like it if you two got along." Amanda just shrugged, which caused Shen to laugh. He excused himself and vowed to come by the next day for breakfast, but before he left, Amanda floated over to one of the handrails along the wall and used it to guide herself down. She then planted her feet on the wall, perpendicular to her mother.
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"Shen, will you be honest with me for a moment?"
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"Of course."
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She hesitated. "Am I the strangest thing you've seen?"
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"Hardly," he scoffed. "My first assignment here was to investigate a van that could instantly go anywhere, even into space and other dimensions. The drawback was that it gave you horrible hallucinations while you were in it. One of my coworkers drove clear to Mongolia when she tested it. You don't even want to know what she was babbling about when we caught up to her."
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Amanda giggled. "What else have you seen?"
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"Oh, I'll save that for later," he grinned, excusing himself shortly.
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In a moment Lucille was alone with her daughter.
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"I'm sorry you can't go home, sweetheart," she whispered ruefully. Amanda frowned.
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"What kept you?"
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"I had to settle some things at your school. I told your principal that I wanted to move you closer to where I worked so I wouldn't have to commute quite so far, which is close enough to the truth. Did…you have any friends you wanted to say goodbye to?"
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"Not really." Lucille frowned, not knowing whether to be relieved that her daughter didn't have to be torn apart from any social circles, or concerned about their absence.
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"Well, tomorrow I'd like to take you somewhere. That means you'll be outside for a moment."
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Amanda smiled timidly but said nothing.
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"You'll be harnessed to me; is that all right?"
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"You mean like a dog?" she grumbled incredulously. Lucille chuckled.
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"No, more like a balloon. Amanda Riverson, the human parade float!"
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"That's not funny, mom," she said. Lucille asked if her daughter needed anything; she didn't; she said she'd be going to bed soon — at the Site, not at home, there were plenty of bunks for everyone — Amanda stopped her, handing over a folded-up paper.
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"You can read it whenever," she mumbled. Lucille decided to read it immediately.
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The page was completely blank.
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"What does this mean, Amanda?" Lucille pressed. Her daughter hovered away quietly.
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"I couldn't think of anything."
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"Any…?"
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"A way you could do better," she admitted grudgingly. "Any way you could help. I couldn't think of anything."
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Lucille stood motionless for a moment, contemplating the paper and her daughter. She placed the paper on a table.
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"Keep it, in case you think of something. Good night."
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"Night."
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Lucille sighed as she left the room. The overwhelming helplessness of her situation crushed down like merciless iron. Sleep did little to alleviate.
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SCP-8663-A in Site 203's arboretum. Photo taken by Researcher Liang.
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Amanda winced as the gate opened and her mother led her outdoors. The security guards eyed her placidly, one politely tipping their helmet as the girl floated past. A rope and harness linked Amanda with her mother but it hung loose as their hands clasped. The guards kept a vigilant eye out as Lucille strolled across the property to an enclosed gazebo that served as an outdoor break area for the staff at 203. Amanda ducked underneath the awning, temporarily releasing her grasp on her mother; Lucille set aside a warm thermos she had brought with her.
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"Well, you're outside," she stated.
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Amanda said nothing.
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"A bit drizzly, isn't it?"
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Amanda grunted. Her mother took a deep breath.
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"This is where I take some of my patients," she said, gesturing around her. "I lead them here, sit down with them, and…listen. I don't encourage them to talk, just listen. Hear what the world has to say. Silence allows us to be at our most reflective, when there's nothing to distract us. I then tell them to dwell on the situations or issues or feelings that are giving them the most trouble, to really conceptualize what's pressing upon them the most. Bring it out to the forefront. When they've got a good grasp of it, I tell my patients to look around them, to see how the world is shaped and ordered. How are our surroundings relevant to their circumstance?"
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She smiled thinly and sat down. Amanda grabbed hold of one of the wooden poles holding up the roof.
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"Right now, I'm feeling frustrated," her mother stated. "I feel powerless, helpless, frightened. I feel…like I want to do right by you, but things aren't going the way I need them to. I feel like you want to help me, but something's holding you back, and I'm losing my patience with that. I feel immense love. I feel like if we could just get past one little obstacle, then everything will work out and we can move on. But I'm lost, Amanda, lost and exhausted trying to find my way back. And I'd wish you'd help me. I feel like you're acting out of spite, and…maybe I deserve that, but I'm trying to do better, really. It's like…I'm trying to save you from drowning, but you're still angry about the way I steered the boat. Bad analogy, but that's how I feel."
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"Then, I tell my patients to write a haiku about their feelings, and how that relates to what they see and hear around them. It's remarkably effective therapy, strange as it may sound. They don't have to share the haiku with me, I just want them to express themselves through it. Like this."
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Lucille closed her eyes, sat perfectly still for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again. Then she began to write:
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A dreary, grey sky.
+My sunshine, drifting away.
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"Now you try." She held out a paper, a pen, a flat surface to write on. Amanda took them mutely and grumbled.
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"Right now?"
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"When you're ready," her mother assured her. In the meantime, she opened her thermos and poured a cup. When she emptied it, her daughter began:
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I wished you were here.
+But what do I wish for now?
+I'm as lost as you.
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"Do you want it?" Amanda said, offering. Her mother poured another cup.
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"Trade you. It's tea."
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They drank, and read. The rain came back gently. Lucille smiled.
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"Director Talbot made that tea. I hope it's not too bitter."
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"It's fine," Amanda replied meekly. "I kind of like it."
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They drank another cup together in silence. Amanda sighed.
Bialowieski smiled at the level of trust Amanda was placing in him — or perhaps she felt she could only open herself up to a stranger, someone who didn't know her very well. Someone who would judge her impartially.
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"Of course. This conversation's being recorded, but I can arrange so that parts are redacted. The perks of being a senior member of staff here."
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Amanda took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Okay. The truth is…I don't know if I want to go back to being normal."
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Silence hung with her. Bialowieski waited patiently for her to continue.
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"Like…my mother's been paying a lot more attention to me now. She's there for me, like you said. It may just be a part of her job, but…it makes me feel important to her." Amanda squirmed, fidgeting, expressing volumes in her stilted discomfort. Bialowieski simply nodded.
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"And I kind of don't want this to go away. I mean, I do, but at the same time, I don't. Because then she'll…"
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"She won't have to be there for me. I mean…she won't have to," she emphasized with great acuity. "And if she doesn't have to, I…don't want things to go back to the way they were. Like does that even make sense? I want to be normal again but I don't want to, because…"
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Bialowieski nodded. "I think I understand. A part of you wants to remain in this state, since Lucy's giving you the time and attention she once deprived you of, and yet you're deprived of the freedoms granted to people your age, and you want that back — but if that happens, you're afraid she'll leave you alone again. Did I summarize it correctly?"
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She nodded. He sighed deeply. He, having never been particularly good with younger people, felt unqualified to dole out advice — and anything he did share would likely sound contrived, pretentious, or useless. This was, unfortunately, something the Riverson ladies would have to figure out on their own.
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"A very ambivalent state of affairs. In any case, I think you should have a heart-to-heart with your mother."
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"Hey, mom? Remember when I asked you what would happen if this anomalous thing went away?" She then recalled the paper and wrote something new on it: ANSWER ME. Lucille sighed.
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"Like I said, lots of red tape. You've seen the movie Men in Black, yes? Remember those devices they used to erase people's memory? We'd do something like that with you. Make you forget that you floated. Then you'd go back to your normal life, but you'd be monitored. By me," she assured her.
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"So you'd be around more often to keep an eye on me?"
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"Yes. Is that what you want?"
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The rain pittered, silvery harps drumming rhythmically.
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"What about your job?"
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"My work is certainly important to me," Lucille admitted. "But at least now you know why."
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"Yeah," Amanda grumbled. "I understand. But you'd still be…doing it, right?"
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"Ideally, yes."
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"But you wouldn't…be gone all the time, either?"
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"No, honey, I'd have to—" She caught herself. Looked up at her daughter's face. Reached out. Grabbed her sunshine.
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"I'd have to have words with Talbot. I'd insist that it would be in his best interest for me to take better care of you, just in case. Or even if there was no 'just in case'. I'd really put my foot down. And if he didn't agree?"
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"Then I'd give him a piece of my mind." They shared a laugh; Amanda let go of the post and hovered freely. "But I doubt I'd need to do anything so dramatic. Talbot's a good man; he'll understand. He wouldn't dare lose his best-and-only therapist due to a…misunderstanding." Her eyes glinted, and Amanda grinned.
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"But what if I'm stuck like this for the rest of my life?" she said, her face going dim. Her mother shrugged wistfully.
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"Then we'll just have to make the best of it. I know it's tough, but…"
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"It's fine, mom," she assured her, hovering closer. "I…I guess I'll get used to it." She hesitated, looked down, then faced her mother, smiling shyly. "If I have to."
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"Amanda, I'd like to try one more thing. Humor me for a bit."
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"Sure, what is it?" Lucille held her palms out flat and joined her hands together, making a platform. She nodded to her daughter, who — still tethered — floated upward until her feet were level with her mother's hands. Then, she gave her tether a slight tug, propelling herself forward. Amanda pressed the soles of her shoes to her mother's open palms and stationed herself.
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She held still, gasping. Laughing. Crying.
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"Oh my god, I'm standing!"
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"Yep!" Lucille cried. "A real handstand!"
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"Oh my god, mom!!" They laughed until they cried, mother shakily holding her daughter. Amanda bounded away gently and attempted to land on solid ground. Her shoes were stubbornly repulsed.
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"Aww," she groaned, though her face was still lit beatifically in triumph. She let out a sigh. "Oh, well. That's good enough for now."
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Addendum: Director Talbot has granted SCP-8663-A permission to assist Dr. Riverson with minor tasks. Thus far, morale in the subject has increased significantly.
Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-894-1 and SCP-894-2 are available for researcher use. Copies of SCP-894-3 require permission by a member of Senior Staff. When not checked out, copies of SCP-894-1 and SCP-894-2 are to be stored in SCP containment locker 12 at Site 19. Copies of SCP-894-3 are to be stored in containment locker 47. There are to be only two keys to locker 47, one for the Site Director and one for the most senior researcher on site. Both key holders must be present in order for locker 47 to be opened. Only Level 4 researchers are allowed access to SCP-894-3.
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Description: SCP-894-1, 2 and 3 are a number of small plastic monkeys, each set with a slightly different mold. SCP-894-1 is molded so that the monkey's hands are covering its mouth. SCP-894-2 is shaped in such a way that the monkey's hands are covering its ears. SCP-894-3 is shaped in such a way that the monkey's hands are covering its eyes. On the bottom of each copy is stamped 'The Factory.' Copies of SCP-894 are easily destroyed, whether through brute strength or applied heat.
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When any living being within five meters of SCP-894-1 makes visual contact with a specimen, they are rendered incapable of vocalization for a period of 24 hours. In humans, function of the vocal cords has been observed to continue during this time, and operation of the tongue and jaw is uninhibited, except during a conscious attempt to produce language or other meaningful sound. In addition, speech processing and written forms of communication are unimpaired. It has therefore been concluded that the effect is sourced in those areas of the brain associated with speech production. It has been shown that subjects suffering from severe visual agnosia or are otherwise incapable of identifying SCP-894-1 are unaffected.
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The first instance of SCP-894-1 was found hanging outside the complaint office of [DATA EXPUNGED]. There are currently seven copies of SCP-894-1 in Foundation hands.
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When any living being comes within five meters of SCP-894-2, and becomes visually aware of said SCP, they lose all ability to hear for 24 hours.
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Copies of SCP-894-2 have most often been found in anarchist groups, who seem to delight in placing said SCP in public places, such as churches, schools, and places of business. Task Force Lambda-3 "No Given Nickname" is devoted to tracking down these groups, and liberating all instances of SCP-894-2.
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The Foundation currently has 12 copies of SCP-894-2.
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When any living being comes within five meters of SCP-894-3, and becomes visually aware of said SCP, they lose all ability to see for 24 hours.
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SCP-894-3 was first encountered in the hands of a serial rapist, now known as D-894. There is no evidence at this time whether SCP-894-3 was made in smaller batches than SCP-894-1 and SCP-894-2, or if the current owners of copies of SCP-894-3 are simply better at hiding its uses.
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The Foundation currently has 2 copies of SCP-894-3.
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Use of instances of SCP-894 by research staff and D-class personnel to prevent the effects of objects possessing visual, vocal, or auditory triggers, such as SCP-1752, SCP-1753, and SCP-2599 respectively, has proven effective means of facilitating ongoing containment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-897 is allowed full access to all Level 0 regions of the facility. It may not engage in any activities that have the potential to be physically harmful in any way (directly or indirectly), and is required to undergo a comprehensive medical exam daily. If SCP-897 is found to be at risk of any kind of organ failure, it is to be confined to a cell and provided with a D-class personnel in order to restore itself.
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Description: SCP-897 is an effectively immortal person of variable height, weight, and build, and indeterminate age, race, and gender. It claims to be █████████ ███████, an Estonian man on record as having died in a house fire in Reval (now Tallinn) in 19██, aged 70. If this were true, it would make SCP-897 ███ years old.
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When one or more of SCP-897's vital organs is compromised (usually as a result of trauma or disease related injury, but sometimes as a result of age related wear and tear) said organ will spontaneously switch places with that of whichever human subject is in closest proximity to SCP-897 (provided they are in good health) via teleportation. This saves SCP-897's life, but at the expense of the subject (to whom the process is fatal in ██% of cases, and severely debilitating in the other ██%). The process is entirely involuntary and does not require SCP-897 to be conscious in order to work.
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MRI scans and medical tests indicate that the transplanted organs are seamlessly integrated into SCP-897's body (regardless of genetic disparity) and function as normal. SCP-897 has been found to contain DNA from at least ███ different people (including ██ Foundation personnel). It is estimated that no more than █% of its original body mass remains. Why its immune system (which itself has been replaced several times) does not reject foreign tissues is not known.
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SCP-897 was discovered by the Foundation in the spring of 200█, when it was reported that three hikers in Denali National Park, Alaska had died in the space of two weeks under similar, highly anomalous circumstances. The first hiker appeared to drown, despite being on land. The coroner's report confirmed that, not only were her lungs filled with water, but they were unusually large in relation to her size and build, meaning they did not fit inside her ribcage, and as such had ruptured and haemorrhaged. The second hiker [DATA EXPUNGED]. The third hiker dropped dead when several of his bones (including his cervical vertebrae) appeared to spontaneously fracture. A mobile task force sent to scout the area found SCP-897 (who had recently taken to living in the wilderness) and took it into custody with █ casualties. SCP-897 reported that he had fallen into a river, [DATA EXPUNGED] by a mother grizzly bear, and fallen off a cliff at times coinciding with the deaths of the three hikers.
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Due to the stress of involuntarily causing multiple deaths, SCP-897 is highly mentally unstable, and is neither willing nor able to cooperate with the Foundation. Its condition has gotten substantially worse since being taken into custody. SCP-897 will self-harm at any given opportunity. ██ Foundation personnel have been killed or injured because of this. Whether SCP-897 self-harms out of frustration with its existence or merely to spite the Foundation is unknown.
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Addendum: On █ October 2011, SCP-897 briefly escaped Foundation custody. When Dr. Rasmussen entered SCP-897's padded cell in order to attempt an interview, SCP-897 broke free of its straitjacket and [DATA EXPUNGED] its own face, causing its eyes, nose, much of its skin, most of its teeth, and its lower jaw to be exchanged with Dr. Rasmussen's. Dr. Rasmussen is believed to have expired almost immediately. SCP-897 was then able to pass himself off as Dr. Rasmussen, allowing him to leave the facility.
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When Dr. Rasmussen's body was discovered, Agent ████ was sent to recover SCP-897. 19 hours later, SCP-897 returned of its own accord, now possessing the memories and personality of Agent ████. It transpired that, upon tracking SCP-897 to the nearby town of ██████, Agent ████ attempted to restrain it, and accidentally shot it in the head, initiating a spontaneous brain transplant. Agent ████'s body quickly expired due to massive brain damage. The mind of the original SCP-897 was lost in the process. The fact that SCP-897's body has now been entirely replaced (meaning the original person technically no longer exists) has led some researchers to theorize that SCP-897 is not a person, but a localized abstract anomalous effect. Because Agent ████ is mentally stable and willing to cooperate with the Foundation, SCP-897 has been downgraded to Safe.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-961 is to be kept outdoors, in its storage container, or in a closed, empty room at Site 38 when not in use for testing. During daylight hours, SCP-961 must be kept in an area exposed to sunlight for as long as possible. Object is to remain under observation by camera at all times. If unusual movement of shadows on SCP-961's face is detected while in full sunlight, object is to be moved indoors and secured in an unoccupied room. SCP-961 is not to be kept in a region where full daylight is not present for at least thirteen (13) consecutive hours, though cloud cover or inclement weather does not seem to activate SCP-961's effect. As seasons change, SCP-961 may be relocated as per Protocol 961-Beta. The storage container discovered with SCP-961 appears to be effective in containing its effect via unknown means. Keeping the artifact in an empty, completely closed room is similarly effective; it is presumed that its effect continues to take place, unnoticed.
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Description: SCP-961 is an iron sundial of unknown manufacture, similar in style to late 17th century English models, but lacking any indication of craftsman or previous owners. The sundial has no markings other than Roman numerals in traditional clock formation along the edge, along with a small sticker on the bottom reading "ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY HISTORY DEPT." No records exist of an institution named “Alexylva University," but the sticker appears to be recent.
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When exposed to sunlight and properly aligned, SCP-961 functions as a regular sundial without anomalous properties. When sunlight is not present, however, a dark discoloration will appear to emerge from the center and align itself at twelve o'clock; though taking the appearance of a shadow, the discoloration appears to be imprinted on the surface of the sundial and cannot be dispelled by light at any frequency or intensity. The shape will begin moving counterclockwise along the sundial's edge at usual speed, i.e. reaching every numeral one hour after the last.
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SCP-961's primary effect takes the form of sudden unconsciousness and vivid hallucinations affecting all people in range. All affected people will experience the same hallucination during any cycle. The hallucination will always take the form of an event in the past, usually one of historical importance. The event will play out before them for exactly ten minutes, including the event's climax. All details about each event as reported by D-class personnel who have experienced the effect match precisely with historical records about the event. At no point has an event witnessed with SCP-961 deviated from historical records; this makes the note recovered along with SCP-961 particularly odd. See Addendum 961-2. Addendum 961-2 classified by order of O5 Command.
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Many hallucinations do end with a single detail that has not been previously recorded. One person nearby will play a vital role in the unfolding event; during assassinations, they will unlock doors for the assassins or distract witnesses; during battles, they will rally isolated companies and brigades to successful counterattacks. This entity, termed SCP-961-1, varies in physical appearance and dress with each test. The only consistent feature described by observers is a pair of empty black apertures centered where the eyes should be, though much larger than eye sockets (approximately 5 centimeters in diameter). People nearby will converse with the entity without finding the apertures remarkable. At the end of many hallucinations, after the entity ceases to influence events, it will turn towards one of the observers and speak to them; other observers will hear unintelligible conversation, then the hallucination ends. The observer will not recall what was said to them, only a strong sense of fear or panic. The observer who spoke with the entity will develop acute phobia of sleep, darkness, and being alone, which will subside over the course of the following month.
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First display of SCP-961 abilities. Single researcher was sweeping in containment chamber when cycle ended. Later reported a hallucination in which a musician is stabbed through the heart by his girlfriend. All details and descriptions match the events of the death of [REDACTED] in 200█ though death was ruled a suicide. Investigation into SCP-961's abilities begins.
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First fully-regulated test of SCP-961. Observers saw a crowded theater in the middle of a play, production confirmed as Our American Cousin. Observers see the guards around the main balcony door distracted, led into an alley, and beaten unconscious. As the assailant turned to allow another man access to the door, very distinctive facial features are first noticed. Entity labeled SCP-961-1.
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Observers see a battle, find themselves near an officer's tent. Commanding general appears to be under the influence of multiple narcotics, provided to him by an unseen doctor. Armies dressed in 19th century English and Prussian uniforms are seen breaking through defensive lines. The doctor emerges, confirmed to be SCP-961-1, speaks to one observer; some feet away, a second observer hears muttering, along with "you're welcome."
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CLASSIFIED BY ORDER OF O5 COMMAND—AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
SCP-961 was recovered when a standard sweep of radio frequencies typically used by SCP-877 detected a transmission emanating from an uninhabited wooded area near █████, Arkansas. Mobile units responding to the transmission located a wooden box containing SCP-961; the wood of the box contained unknown metallic fragments and was fitted with a device similar to SCP-877. Writing on the box indicates it was being used for shipment via an unknown delivery service called "PTS" or "Phitransimun Combine"; its origin was a location called "Alexandria of Forests" and its destination was labeled as "Novo Scipius of Waters". A note was found inside the box, written in a language approximating both Cherokee and Latin, with syntactic traces of Greek and Nahuatl included. Translated, the note reads as follows:
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PRODUCT UNSATISFACTORY.
+THE PRESENCE OF NUMEROUS INACCURACIES
+IS UNACCEPTABLE.
+FIRST INACCURACY NOTED AT 207 B.E.
+AT METAURO RIVER.
+MOST EVENTS INCORRECT AFTERWARDS.
+PLEASE IDENTIFY [illegible] ENTITY
+INFLUENCING EVENTS.
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