Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1018 is currently contained in Storage Unit ██, located at Site ██.
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All components of SCP-1018 are to be kept in 1m x 1m x 3m containers and kept under guard by two members of security at all times. No liquids are to be introduced to SCP-1018 components without the express permission from one member of Level 3 personnel.
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Description: SCP-1018 is the overarching designation given to a group of three statues hereafter referred to as SCP-1018-1, SCP-1018-2 and SCP-1018-3. All components of SCP-1018 depict an emaciated or elderly human male and are composed primarily of concrete and gravel. A red luminescence is visible on several points on the surface of SCP-1018 components, mostly present on the head and throat. SCP-1018-1's anomalous effect is activated by applying pressure to the back of its neck while SCP-1018-2 and SCP-1018-3's are activated by contact with liquid.
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When SCP-1018-1 is activated the area within ten meters of it will experience heavy rainfall. In situations where SCP-1018 is activated indoors, this rain will rapidly fall from the ceiling of the structure. Further examination of rainfall produced by SCP-1018-1 shows no anomalous properties. This rainfall will last thirty minutes before abruptly ceasing. The rainfall brought on by SCP-1018-1 will typically activate SCP-1018-2 and SCP-1018-3 when they are in the same structure.
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When SCP-1018-2 is activated, six manifestations of what seem to be emaciated children will appear in the area surrounding SCP-1018-2. These children appear identical to several who disappeared two months before SCP-1018's recovery. All manifestations will approach individuals present and frantically request water. These manifestations are incorporeal and so are unable to consume water even when it is provided to them. Twenty-five minutes after the initial activation, all manifestations will clutch their throats and fall to the ground, where they remain for an additional two minutes before disappearing.
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SCP-1018-3 appears to have been heavily modified at some point in the past. Several parts of its structure appear to have been removed and replaced, most notably the left leg and the head. A small hole has been drilled into the left ear of the statue, suggesting something has been removed or inserted. The purpose of these modifications is currently unknown. When SCP-1018-3 is activated, it will begin speaking in a highly distorted male voice. SCP-1018-3 will generally repeat the phrase "Are We Cool Yet?" although rare variations on this have been noted, such as "Art We Cool Yet?", "Are We God Yet?" and "Mars We Cook Yet?". When these variations are spoken, the distortion of SCP-1018-3's voice will increase heavily, with stuttering and slowing-down of speech being common. This speech will continue for thirty minutes before ceasing.
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The components of SCP-1018 were first recovered when they were activated at a charity gala intended to raise money to provide clean water to those in troubled areas. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-23 ("Art Critics") were dispatched to recover SCP-1018 and did so without incident. Security camera footage of the incident shows two local activists placing the SCP-1018 components backstage and activating SCP-1018-1 before fleeing. Efforts to locate them have as-of-yet been unsuccessful.
Special Containment Procedures: No special safety procedures are to be taken with SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B. They are free to travel about Site-19 so long as they do not attempt to enter any restricted areas or attempt to leave the facility. Casual contact with the subjects is permitted, but it is recommended that such contact be kept to a minimum to prevent the creatures from forming an attachment to personnel. Hourly tabs are to be kept on subjects at all times; failure to account for their presence at these times constitutes a level one lockdown situation. Any report of abuse or mistreatment of the subjects will result in a harsh reprimand.
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Description: SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B (affectionately nicknamed the "Eye Pods" by personnel) are a pair of teardrop-shaped creatures roughly 30 cm (1 ft) in height, with a single blue eye in the middle of their bodies. SCP-131-A is burnt orange in color while SCP-131-B is mustard yellow. At the base of each creature is a wheel-like protrusion which allows for locomotion, suggesting that the creatures may be biomechanical in origin. The subjects can move surprisingly fast, covering over 60 m (200 ft) in a matter of seconds. The subjects, however, lack a braking system, which has led to some rather spectacular, if not overly amusing, mishaps involving the creatures. The subjects have also shown the ability to climb sheer surfaces, and have gotten lost in the air vents on more than one occasion.
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The subjects seem to have the intelligence of common house cats and are insatiably curious. Most of the time they simply roll around the facility, observing personnel at work and catching peeks at other Safe class SCPs. The subjects seem to be able to communicate with each other via an untranslatable high-pitched babbling. The subjects have never been observed to blink, even in laboratories when the subjects have been videotaped for over 18 consecutive hours.
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The subjects seem to respond well to any affection given to them and will quickly bond to the giver of said affection, much in the same way a puppy bonds with a human being. They will follow anyone or anything they've made a bond with anywhere, even into normally restricted areas. Although curious, the subjects can sense danger in their general vicinity, and if the object of their bond begins to approach something they register as dangerous (e.g., Euclid or Keter class objects) they will swarm around their bonded companion's feet (or appropriate extremities) while babbling in a panicked tone, as if to warn them. Because of the daily dangers faced by Site-19 staff in dealing with Euclid and Keter class objects, it is recommended that staff avoid making attempts to bond with the subjects, as it can pose a distraction during delicate operations and experiments and may pose a danger to the subjects themselves (see Addendum 131-1). If the subjects are ignored by their bonded target long enough, they will eventually lose interest and return to their normal activities.
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It should be noted that the subjects require no real care or maintenance from the site staff. They do not eat, leave droppings, or even sleep. It would seem that the only sustenance they require is visual stimulation (although this requires further study to verify).
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Subjects SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B were found in a cornfield outside ████████████ in the year 19██. They were promptly transported to Site-19 via [DATA EXPUNGED] and were then downgraded to Safe class and given free rein across the site once it became clear they were not broadcasting what they saw to any hostile foreign powers.
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Addendum 131-1: During an incident that took place on ██/██/████, the subjects followed one of the cleaning staff on routine cleaning of the container of SCP-173. After their normal attempts to warn the cleaner of the danger were ignored, the creatures rushed into the container in front of him and the other two personnel on duty. Once inside, the staff members observed the subjects sitting in front of SCP-173 and watching it intently, as if aware that it could only move if unobserved. The cleaners ignored the presence of the subjects and continued with the bi-weekly cleaning as per standard procedures. When the cleaning crew left, the subjects did as well, rolling backward slowly and never taking their eyes off of SCP-173. Current applications of SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B as "wardens" for SCP-173 (and perhaps other SCP which require constant observation, such as SCP-689) are being considered.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1457 is to be contained in a 5m x 5m x 5m containment area furnished with host plants appropriate to its apparent species. SCP-1457 is to be “fed” every 24 hours by designated personnel (See Addendum 1457-2). Humidity, temperature, and light are to be maintained in the containment area to prevent causing stress to SCP-1457.
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Description: SCP-1457 appears to be a Nymphalis antiopa butterfly possessing a missing forewing and solid white eyes. Despite the tattered condition of its wings, SCP-1457 is still capable of flight. Possibly due to its unique feeding habits, SCP-1457 does not show signs of aging.
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SCP-1457 is capable of transferring memories between humans through skin contact. Test results thus far invariably indicate that the memories transferred pertain to experiences involving isolation and tend to incite a desire for sympathy or company in the affected party.
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When SCP-1457 undergoes stress, the dark blue markings along its wings begin to luminesce. While in this state, SCP-1457 will “broadcast” memories gathered from all humans it has been in contact with. The maximum range SCP-1457 is able to transmit memories through this method is unknown.
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SCP-1457 was initially recovered from a relatively suburban area, where a child had discovered it and attempted to care for it. The child was later treated for symptoms of anxiety and depression; SCP-1457 came to the attention of the Foundation when the child’s parents and █ neighbors of the family also began to seek therapy.
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Addendum 1457-1: Preliminary interviews with D-Class personnel exposed to SCP-1457 have revealed that memories transferred by SCP-1457 are initially accepted by the receiver as their own. (See interview log)
Dr. Kiryu and D-Class personnel D-19352 are seated within SCP-1457’s containment area. SCP-1457 rests on D-19352’s hand, wings unfolded.
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Dr. Kiryu: This butterfly is called a Mourning Cloak. Does it remind you of anything?
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D-19352: No, I don’t think so… Wait…
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Dr. Kiryu: Yes?
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D-19352: I don’t know why, but… it sort of reminded me… no, it made me remember something. [pauses] When my mother died. In a hospital with light blue curtains. She was crying, because no one else was there. Just me.
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Dr. Kiryu: Why do you think the butterfly reminded you of that?
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D-19352: I think there was a vase or something with flowers. Somewhere. And a white butterfly was on the vase.
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Dr. Kiryu: I see.
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<Class D personnel D-19352 averts gaze from interviewer. SCP-1457 folds its wings. D-19352’s eyes are observed to have grown blanker; the pupils dilate and briefly flash white.>
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D-19352: Won’t you share my stories?
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Dr. Kiryu: I’m sorry? What stories?
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D-19352: [pauses] Stories? I didn’t say anything about stories.
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Note: A background investigation revealed both parents of Subject D-19352 to be living. Neither had ever been hospitalized or suffered any major injury.
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The incidences of subjects appearing to be “possessed” by SCP-1457 are undergoing investigation. It is currently unknown if SCP-1457 consciously attempts or is able to communicate.
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Addendum 1457-2: Based on the journal logs of Dr. █████, the first designated “food source” of SCP-1457, it is theorized that SCP-1457 does not sustain itself through human contact, but rather feeds off of certain human emotions.
██ ████, 199█
+I should have known the random mandatory EI test was more than just a new routine for staff.
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██ ████, 199█
+I saw two adults arguing in a hallway; I was huddled by a stairwell in the dark. The screaming continued and a door slammed, someone walked up the stairs but I couldn’t move, because I knew mother wasn’t going to return and she had spoken about it so many times, but I never thought it would actually happen, I thought that they would stay together for just a little longer, because they would always be there for me to talk to when one of them was angry.
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██ ████, 199█
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██ ████, 199█
+I was walking, watching an airplane fly overhead, maybe carrying my best friend. We’d grown up in the same neighborhood, walked to school together for years. I know for sure I won’t see him again, but he’s so happy to finally be heading out into the world; I hope he remembers me. His apartment is completely empty now; the tree we used to climb is empty, the parking lot and the windows and everything is empty.
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██ ████, 200█
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██ ████, 200█
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██ ████, 200█
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██ ████, 200█
+I was eating dinner alone. This was his first birthday Dad wasn’t around to celebrate. There were still funeral arrangement papers scattered across the table, and the radio is chirping the song he liked to sing to Mom. Outside the sky is gray and miserable and pouring cold rain, but I know at least they’re not alone anymore.
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██ ████, 200█
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██ ████, 200█
+Why do I even bother writing these records… There’s no point in feeling sorry for all these people since there’s nothing I can do… Too many people…
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██ ████, 200█
+“Let me share with you. Please.”
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██ ████, 200█
+I saw what seemed to be a forest, what was left of a forest. A tree was falling down, no, being chopped down. I think I remember hearing the sound of machinery. I felt like my sensory perception was off somehow; it was confusing. I couldn’t think of what sort of person the memory would belong to.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-167 is currently kept in Room ██ of Research Command-06. Its door is to be padlocked at all times when not under study. Anyone wishing to obtain the key to conduct unscheduled exploration of or to study SCP-167 may do so only with the permission of the relevant level 3 personnel assigned to this SCP.
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Description: SCP-167 is a cube measuring approximately 10 meters on its edge, created from an unidentified shiny white-plastic polymer. Affixed to one of the faces of the cube is a large metal door. It is unknown if this door is part of the original SCP, or if it was affixed by someone else before the object was acquired by the SCP Foundation. The interior dimensions of this cube are identical to the exterior, minus several centimeters for the width of the cube — except that two of the remaining three walls each have doorways in them. These doorways lead directly to identical rooms, each with two more doorways leading to more identical rooms. This pattern continues for as far as the research teams have been able to determine. The placement of these doorways appears to be random; no pattern has been found that explains which two of the three remaining walls have doors.
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SCP-167 shows signs of being explored before — a number of rooms, especially those at a low depth, have red dots or other markers painted next to the doorway back to the entrance. Researchers have recently taken to replicate this behavior on any rooms they visit, after the events mentioned in document #167-08. Additionally, several man-made and natural objects have been found scattered in some of the rooms of SCP-167: religious idols, circa 500 BCE; several treasure chests, circa 1500 CE; [DATA EXPUNGED]; and several SCPs, most notably [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum 167-01: SCP-167 does not appear to follow the rules of Euclidean geometry. A different path to rooms which should be the same room was taken by two researchers. Both arrived at their destination, but neither saw nor heard the other. How SCP-167 is warping space to create this effect is unknown, but warrants further study.
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Addendum 167-02: A request to test the effects of SCP-184 on SCP-167 has been suggested. This experiment is under consideration.
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Addendum 167-03: A request to use SCP-167 as a compact storage space for benign SCPs has been proposed by Dr. █████. This proposal requires a reclassification of SCP-167 to Safe class, so a re-evaluation is pending.
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Document #167-08: As most of you are aware, Dr. ██████ was videotaped entering SCP-167 several days ago without the requisite ball of twine, and he has not yet returned. His ultimate fate is unknown, but the search teams have turned up nothing. Let this be a reminder to all of you just how easy it could be to get lost in there if you don’t utilize some method of marking your path. If I find that any other researcher has disobeyed the safety regulations and entered without a ball of twine, no matter how far deep they intend to go, they will find themselves being transferred to another facility for researching Keter-class SCPs, where they should have ample motivation to learn to follow safety regulations quite quickly. —Dr. Klein.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1691 is installed in a 5 x 5 x 5m containment cell. The room is to be observed at all times by a camera, and any unanticipated activity is to be reported immediately. No personnel should enter SCP-1691 at any time unless authorised for testing. In light of the events of Incident-1691-1, entry to SCP-1691 is absolutely forbidden. Two armed guards are placed outside the containment chamber at all times, and should be equipped with hand-held transceivers, only to be used in the event of unanticipated activity from inside the cell. Pressure plates are installed inside the cell to provide an early warning system.
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Description: SCP-1691 is a revolving door. Its framework is made from steel, but the glass in the wings of the revolving door has been replaced with silver glass mirrors. SCP-1691 has four wings and each has two mirrors, placed back to back so as to always provide a reflection. The reflected images are clear and undistorted, barring the one mirror which has been cracked. Despite the severity of this damage, all attempts to remove distinct shards of the glass from the door have failed.
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When a subject walks through the door to the other side, it will at first appear that they have walked a full circle and returned to the original room. However, it will become apparent that this is not the case. One of the most obvious indications of this is in writing, which will be mirrored (writing brought back to this side of the doors have retained this property) but otherwise no different to the writing present on this side of the door, in terms of location, font, size, etc. Everything else will also be mirrored. Right handed people will become left handed, profiles on coins will face the opposite way, cars will drive on the opposite side of the road as would be expected of the country, etc. It is believed that all people (hereafter referred to as instances of SCP-1691-1), locations and history are identical to ours, differing only in appearance. It has been noted, contrary to hypotheses, that the spoken word is identical to our own and suffers no distortion.
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The world and people inhabiting it act in total accord to their doppelgänger on the other side of the door, as far as it can be seen. Unfortunately, any testing using test subjects also results in a mirrored doppelgänger entering into our world. As such beings are technically SCP-1691-1 instances, there was initially complete resistance to letting the SCP-1691-1 outside of the test chamber. Upon realising that returning the doppelgänger also returned the test subject with very little data acquired, this was revised. One supervised trip outside of the facility was allowed before Incident-1691-1. Due to the events that occurred as a result of this, testing has been discontinued and full security procedures have been put in place.
Description: On ██/██/████, a supervised trip of D-9237's SCP-1691-1 copy was authorised, under the conditions that settlements such as towns or cities were not approached. The SCP-1691-1 was to be provided with any photos (unaltered) that it asked for, and any information not related to the SCP Foundation or other sensitive topics. The instance of SCP-1691-1 appeared as D-9237 entered SCP-1691. The doppelgänger was initially X-rayed, and its internal anatomy was found to be reversed, as in individuals with situs inversus.
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After being searched, the SCP-1691-1 was blindfolded, gagged, restrained and earplugs applied to before being taken off-site, and remained restrained for the entirety of the time it was outside of the containment cell. (Sedation was suggested, but due to a lack of understanding of chemistry inside SCP-1691 - i.e, whether molecules were their chiral opposites or not – researchers decided that they did not know what effect normal tranquilisers would have on the instance of SCP-1691-1. As such attempts were made instead to suppress sensory and motor abilities as much as was otherwise possible.) Requests for information or images were noted and the results of those that were granted were intended to be given to the SCP-1691-1 shortly before being returned to SCP-1691. After being removed from the site, the copy of D-9237 was driven █ kilometres ████. Upon awakening, it was allowed to examine various examples of flora and fauna native to the area whilst handcuffed at the wrists and ankles, and to request photographs of these specimens. Several armed guards surrounded the SCP-1691-1 throughout. Return to the site was uneventful.
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However, when being transported back to SCP-1691's containment cell, a minor security breach of SCP-████ occurred. While this was resolved with minimal casualties, SCP-1691-1 was killed. Assuming that the same had also befallen D-9237, the information the instance of SCP-1691-1 had requested was assembled and placed with the corpse of SCP-1691-1 in SCP-1691, which was then turned.
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Contrary to expectations, D-9237 returned alive and with mirrored copies of the information provided by the Foundation. Aware that this may be viewed as an act of hostility against the version of the Foundation within SCP-1691, a negotiator, Dr. ████████, was sent through with minimum delay.
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No instance of SCP-1691-1 was seen coming through SCP-1691 at this time.
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Viewing the information retrieved by D-9237 further confirmed the perfectly mirrored nature of the world beyond SCP-1691, but this raised further questions about a lack of Dr. ████████'s doppelgänger.
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Dr. ████████ returned unharmed ten minutes later.
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It is unknown to what extent the contents of SCP-1691 have fallen out of synch with our own. While the observed differences seem initially minor, there is nothing to prevent changes of greater scope. SCP-1691 has become unpredictable. While it could previously be controlled through the actions of those who interacted with the door, this safeguard has been removed. In an effort to prevent provocation of instances of SCP-1691-1 and to avoid a variety of unwanted interactions between SCP-1691 and our world, testing has been discontinued.
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Research has begun into the decommissioning of SCP-1691.
Special Containment Procedures: Specimens contaminated with SCP-1742 are to be contained in a facility equipped according to Biosafety Level 4 standards at least 1km away from any living quarters or facilities used for food preparation. Researchers entering the facility for testing must wear disposable clothing, which must be incinerated on-site before leaving containment. No other objects are allowed to enter the containment area without approval from the Site Director.
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Description: SCP-1742 is a contagious phenomenon which takes the form of household filth, appearing as stains, marks, or a greasy coating on inanimate objects. Analysis of samples reveals a widely variable composition, including substances such as soil, complex lipids (kitchen grease), and in some cases, particles of human and domestic animal feces.
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When not contained in a domicile,1 objects contaminated with SCP-1742 (hereafter known as SCP-1742-1) are contagious only through direct contact. Objects coming in contact with an instance of SCP-1742-1 will develop a mark or stain at the point of contact, as would be expected from a filthy object; however, the affected area will grow rapidly without further exposure until the object is entirely covered. The filth appears to adapt to a type appropriate for the object affected - objects made of ferrous metal will develop rust stains and machine oil, eating and drinking utensils will become covered in grease and food waste, etc.
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Concentrated detergents are able to remove SCP-1742 from skin and hair, but to date no means have been found to remove contamination from inanimate objects. Attempts to remove SCP-1742 from an object via normal cleaning methods invariably spread the contamination instead. For example, attempting to wash a contaminated plate with soap and water instead contaminates the sink, sponges, and any towels used, and an attempt to wash contaminated towels contaminates any other fabrics washed along with them as well as the washing machine.
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When contained within a domicile, SCP-1742-1 instances spread by an additional vector. Once per day, each instance appears to spontaneously generate a contaminated mark or stain on walls, flooring, or furniture within a 5 meter radius, which then spread normally. Once more than 50% of surfaces within a domicile are contaminated, macroscopic pieces of waste material begin to appear spontaneously, including but not limited to: food waste, used packaging material, soiled clothing, domestic animal waste, human hair, and dead vermin.
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SCP-1742 was discovered in the wake of the condemnation for squalor of a condominium complex in an affluent neighborhood in █████████████, California on ██/██/198█. Subsequent investigation traced the source of contamination to a "rusty antique cast-iron skillet" purchased by a resident from an unknown vendor at a local swap meet, six weeks prior. All ten units in the complex were destroyed in a controlled burn performed by the local fire department, and residents were treated with Class-B amnestics and relocated at Foundation expense.
Special Containment Procedures: The current colony of SCP-1912-1 is to be contained in Biodome-C-7 at Bio-Site 66. A researcher who is familiar with beekeeping using the Langstroth hive method must always be present at Bio-Site 66 and must personally conduct weekly maintenance checks of SCP-1912-1, as well as oversee the bi-weekly harvesting of SCP-1912-B.
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SCP-1912-B is to be harvested by two D-Class wearing full protective clothing, and stored in airtight drums in refrigerated storage area C. Contact with SCP-1912-A must be strictly avoided except for during “reproduction” events, which must take place every 14 days using any of the on-site D-Class. It may be necessary to fully restrain the subject for this; however, it is vital to not use any form of sedative or otherwise calming drugs on them, as this interferes with the reproduction event.
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The colony of SCP-1912-1 is to be maintained at its current number of 45,000 with an acceptable variance of 2,500. SCP-1912 is to remain where it is in the center of Biodome-C-7 and is not to be moved barring a Class A evacuation event.
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Description: SCP-1912 is a pocket watch dating from the years 18██-18██ (it is theorised that the watch likely took at least 15 years to complete). The watch is identical in style to those of █████████████ ███████; however, several components suggest that it was completed up to 5 years after his alleged death. There have been several minor modifications to the watch. SCP-1912 was discovered in the home of █████ ██████, a prominent member of [REDACTED], a small yet extremely militant environmentalist cult. █████ ██████ had converted his basement into a workshop and is presumed to have died of malnutrition shortly after making the modifications to SCP-1912.
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Through unknown means SCP-1912 constantly secretes a clear fluid at a varying rate, hereby referred to as SCP-1912-A. The fluid is identical in every way to nectar except for its primary anomalous effect. Due to the extremely complex nature of SCP-1912, requests to dismantle it and examine the mechanism have been denied.
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When SCP-1912-A comes into contact with human skin, a blister is formed over the course of the next 2-6 hours. The blister varies in size in relation to the amount of SCP-1912-A that contacts the skin, with a lower limit of ~5ml producing a very small blister and an upper limit of ~1,500ml capable of producing full-body blisters. Over the course of the next 24-72 hours, the blister both spreads along the skin and grows outwards in size. The experience causes no pain; however, subjects have reported feelings of intense discomfort and nausea, as well as movement and "buzzing" from within the blister.
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After a period of 72-96 hours the blister will begin to cause the subject extreme discomfort, 'itchiness' and pain. Invariably the infected subject will scratch the blister, regardless of instruction (it is thought this effect is purely physical). Due to the weakening of the affected area, only a small amount of scratching is needed in order to pierce the skin and “burst” the blister.
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Once this has occurred, a number of honey bees (Apis mellifera) - hereby referred to as SCP-1912-1 - will be released from the blister. The emerged instances of SCP-1912-1 will be in an extremely compressed ball; however, they will sustain no injuries during the event. The “ball” of SCP-1912-1 will rapidly separate and, depending on the size of the blister, may be composed of anywhere from 30 to 1,000 ‘worker bees’. No other kind of bee has ever been observed, presumably due to the nature of SCP-1912-A rendering the need for a queen and drone bees obsolete.
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The reproduction event causes surprisingly little physical harm to the subject, but may cause emotional trauma; therefore, subjects are to be given Class C amnestics after treatment for any minor injuries sustained.
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If a reproductive event does not occur at least once every 14 days, then SCP-1912-1 will begin to modify their behaviour. As opposed to harvesting SCP-1912-A, SCP-1912-1 instances will instead coat their legs in SCP-1912-A and seek to land on humans. A single instance of SCP-1912-1 is not enough to cause a blister itself; however, a swarm of SCP-1912-1 has proven to be more than sufficient.
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Instances of SCP-1912-1 will instinctively seek out SCP-1912 and seemingly have no range limits on being able to sense it. Even if the reproduction event occurs at a distance where they will die before reaching SCP-1912, instances of SCP-1912-1 will still invariably fly in that direction. It is theorised that instances of SCP-1912-1 are incapable of harvesting nectar in the way typically expected of honey bees.
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If allowed into the presence of SCP-1912, instances of SCP-1912-1 will begin harvesting SCP-1912-A. The rate of SCP-1912-A secretion appears to directly correlate with the size of the SCP-1912-1 colony, increasing or decreasing the amount secreted to match SCP-1912-1 numbers. The honey produced by SCP-1912-1 - hereby referred to as SCP-1912-B - has no anomalous chemistry in its makeup and produces no anomalous effects.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1914 is to be housed in a modified humanoid containment cell equipped with ventilation appropriate for preventing exhaust buildup. Every 10-12 hours, SCP-1914's engine must be activated for at least two hours in order to allow its battery to recharge fully; while active, it is to be fed approximately 250 grams of nutrient-supplemented baby food and one half-liter of purified water to maintain its organic components, and may at its request be provided reading glasses and books or music published prior to 1916 for recreational purposes. SCP-1914 is to be provided with a cane for ease of movement within its cell, and is to be transported by wheelchair or stretcher and accompanied by a medical professional at all times if removed from its cell for testing or examination while active.
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While inactive, SCP-1914's fuel tank is to be refilled with standard diesel fuel, its waste tank is to be drained, and it is to undergo medical and mechanical examination at least once per week. At least once per month, SCP-1914's oil tank and radiator are to be drained, flushed, and refilled with fresh motor oil and coolant. Any mechanical components in danger of breaking or malfunctioning are to be replaced with components of identical construction as soon as possible and any illness or physical injury not directly related to SCP-1914's anomalous nature is to be treated immediately. SCP-1914 is considered to be at high risk for viral/bacterial infection and is not to be exposed to any staff members suffering from infectious diseases.
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Description: SCP-1914 is a human male approximately 1██ years of age as of ██/██/20██, who is believed to have undergone extreme mechanical modification during the early 20th century. SCP-1914's heart, lungs, liver, pancreas, gallbladder, appendix, segments of the small and large intestines, colon, bladder, urinary, and reproductive organs have been removed, and approximately 83% of the specimen's epidermis (with the exception of areas covering the face, right upper leg, and left shoulder) has been replaced with leather. X-ray examination indicates that portions of the musculoskeletal structure in the limbs have been surgically removed and replaced with latex, steel rods, and automotive pistons, and that tubing has been installed allowing liquid coolant and motor oil to travel through the body. A fuel tank, oil tank, and coolant tank have been mounted to the specimen's back, which hold a maximum of five US gallons (18.9 liters), five US quarts (4.73 liters), and one US gallon (3.78 liters) of diesel fuel, motor oil, and coolant respectively.
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SCP-1914's abdominal cavity contains an unbranded automobile battery, a radiator (which partially protrudes from the specimen's right side), and a compact two-stroke diesel engine powered by the fuel tank mounted to the specimen's back. The engine is activated by means of a pull cord extending out of SCP-1914's back below the fuel tank; when active, energy produced by the engine provides power to a mechanical pump and bellows installed within the thoracic cavity, which replicate the functions carried out by the heart and lungs in healthy human beings, and charges the battery, which allows these functions to continue while the engine is inactive. While its engine is running, SCP-1914 is conscious and fully aware of its surroundings; when inactive, the specimen becomes non-responsive and enters a state of brain activity resembling non-REM deep sleep. SCP-1914 requires food and water to maintain the health of its organic components; waste matter produced by its digestive tract is expelled into a tank contained in its lower abdomen, which must be manually drained by means of a hatch located between its thighs.
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SCP-1914 speaks fluent English with an accent characteristic of the area of Birmingham, England, UK. In its active state, SCP-1914 has been observed to have difficulty standing or walking under its own power; during testing, the specimen has described having extreme difficulty maintaining its sense of balance, and does not appear to be able to bend its right knee, manipulate the toes on either foot, manipulate the fingers on its right hand, or extend either arm above its shoulders. Maximum unassisted walking speed of SCP-1914, when provided with a cane, is approximately 0.5 kilometers per hour. SCP-1914's neck is rigid and it is incapable of turning its head without pivoting the rest of its body. SCP-1914 possesses 20/60 vision and states that it is able to hear people speaking loudly in its presence, but that it possesses no sense of smell or taste, cannot sense ambient temperature, that it does not feel hunger or thirst when deprived of food and water, and that it does not feel pain when its organic components are damaged.
SCP-1914: Corporal George [REDACTED], 29th Division.
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Dr. Samesh: You're in the army, then?
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SCP-1914: Volunteered for the war, sir.
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Dr. Samesh: Which war?
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SCP-1914: The Great War, of course. The war to end all wars.
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Dr. Samesh: How old were you when you signed up?
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SCP-1914: Sixteen. I told the recruiter I was twenty-one. My folks were livid, but all my friends were joining up too and I thought I ought to do something.
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Dr. Samesh: How did you end up the way you are now?
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SCP-1914: We were advancing on an enemy position in the Somme and a German shell landed right in front of us. A few feet closer and I'd have been torn to pieces. As it was it nearly took my leg off and I couldn't get back up. It wasn't until nightfall they found me and took me to the medical tent.
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Dr. Samesh: Did this happen to you there?
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SCP-1914: No. The doctors said there wasn't anything they could do except give me some morphine to make me more comfortable. A priest came by and gave me the Last Rites and all.
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Dr. Samesh: When did it happen?
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SCP-1914: Some men showed up that day. Americans, in suits. I saw them talking to the doctors for awhile and then one of them pointed at me. They put me on a stretcher and loaded me in a lorry, and told me I was a lucky man.
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Dr. Samesh: Who were they?
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SCP-1914: They said they were part of some American company that was working with the government on a secret project.
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Dr. Samesh: What sort of project?
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SCP-1914: To take soldiers who couldn't fight anymore and put them back in the battle. They said they were going to watch me die. And then they were going to bring me back to life.
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Dr. Samesh: Is that what happened?
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SCP-1914: I'm not sure. I don't remember dying. I remember falling asleep. Then when I woke up… they'd already started working on me.
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Dr. Samesh: Did they do all this at once?
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SCP-1914: No. It was bit by bit over a few months. They put the engine and the battery in first, called it life support. They kept putting me under and every time I'd wake up something would be different. They started cutting things out because they were infected and putting in more machines to take their place.
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Dr. Samesh: Is that why so much of your skin was replaced?
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SCP-1914: Yes. I think it was gangrene. It hurt so much back then. It doesn't hurt anymore, at least.
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Dr. Samesh: Was it easier to move at any point than it is now?
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SCP-1914: Not really. The new legs and arms never really worked to begin with. They tried to teach me how to march and shoot again, but I couldn't even hold a gun. I don't think they knew what they were doing, really. One of the doctors said I was a prototype - they were testing things on me to see what would work.
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Dr. Samesh: Were there others?
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SCP-1914: I saw lots more now and then. Hundreds, I think. Mostly they had it worse.
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Dr. Samesh: How so?
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SCP-1914: Most of them didn't last long. The doctor said I was the first one they'd managed to get a working battery on so they could shut the engine off now and then. The other ones, it had to be running all the time or they'd die for good. Some of them looked like there was a lot less left of them than there was of me. I saw a man getting worked on who looked like he was just a head and a bit of chest.
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Dr. Samesh: What happened when they were finished working on you?
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SCP-1914: They told me one day the government cut funding for the project and they were abandoning the research. They said they hadn't been able to reduce the fuel demands so that the finished product wouldn't run our supply lines dry. Said they couldn't get the armoring heavy enough to withstand gunfire and artillery without making them immobile. Said we couldn't even aim or shoot. Said they wanted unstoppable warriors who felt no pain, and all they had were a bunch of cripples. They were shutting down the other prototypes and asked me if I wanted them to shut me off too.
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Dr. Samesh: What did you say?
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SCP-1914: I begged them not to.
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Dr. Samesh: Why not?
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SCP-1914: Because I was scared. I don't want to die.
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Dr. Samesh: What happened after that?
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SCP-1914: They started keeping me in a glass box in a big room. Couldn't see what was around me, but I think it was a lobby or something. People would walk by all the time when I was awake. Sometimes they'd stare at me, sometimes they'd just ignore me and keep walking. They shut me down every now and then to fix me up and then it was back in the box I went.
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Dr. Samesh: Did you ever ask to be let out?
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SCP-1914: Yes. They said they had to hold onto me because I'd outlasted the other prototypes. They wanted to see how long I'd keep running for.
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Dr. Samesh: How long did that continue?
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SCP-1914: Until you lot showed up and brought me here. Not sure how long that was.
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Dr. Samesh: Very well. That's all the questions I have for today.
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SCP-1914: Wait. Could you do something for me?
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Dr. Samesh: What's that?
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SCP-1914: Tell my mum and dad I'm alright? Mr. and Mrs. John [REDACTED], No. ██ [REDACTED] Street, Birmingham. They must think I'm dead by now.
Addendum: During surgery on ██/██/20██ to replace a damaged valve in SCP-1914's pulmonary pump, the words "Mark 1 Refurbished Infantry Personnel: Prototype 1916-317A, Property of Prometheus Labs (Patent Pending)" were discovered embossed on a metal plate attached to the pump. Investigation into a link between Prometheus Labs and the British government during the First World War, and any further cooperation between the two thereafter, is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: An area of 10 square meters around the farthest-reaching branch of SCP-2125 is to be monitored by female personnel at all times. There will be no less than one guard posted inside a facility near SCP-2125 designed to look like an old wooden shed. The shed will have a rectangular hole such that anyone facing the hole would see a seated figure inside the shed. The words "Stephanie's Camping Paradise" are to be painted above the opening. Should any civilians approach the shed, they are to be informed that "Stephanie's Camping Paradise" is out of supplies. If the civilians remain after all attempts to maintain cover and persuade them to leave have been made, then personnel are authorized to remove them by force.
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Description: SCP-2125 is a white oak tree (Quercus alba) located in the ███████ ██████████ Forest in ██████, New York. It is 40 meters tall and has several branches that extend parallel to the ground. The longest of the branches is 35 meters. All of the branches are covered in an unknown species of vine that appears to be a different organism than the tree itself, though they terminate in its bark. The vines are wrapped around SCP-2125's branches and end in loops that hang off of the branches. The loops vary in diameter and are completely inactive until SCP-2125's anomalous properties manifest.
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When a human male, referred to as the "subject", enters the area beneath any branch of SCP-2125, a previously-inanimate vine from the branch above the subject will uncoil and seize him by wrapping its looped end around the subject's neck. The subject will then be lifted by the vine and suspended until he dies of asphyxiation. After the subject is deceased, the vine will release the body and return to an inactive state.
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All testing done with human females caused no anomalous reaction from SCP-2125.
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A disused portion of a dirt trail leads to an unmarked grave beneath SCP-2125.
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The letters "A" and "D" are carved into its trunk.
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Addendum-2125-A: Excavation of the grave site revealed the skeleton of a man aged 20 to 35 years as well as a collection of badly-damaged documents and a well-preserved noose. The documents and noose were protected from complete decomposition by a closed metal box.
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The legible parts of the documents have been transcribed below:
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septembr 10 18██
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annie you know I love you. I can take good kare of you and you no that. its not my falt if yor pa cant see it. meat me neer the tree tonite.
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forever yors,
+danny
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septembr 12 18██
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annie its fine. I no that you didnot tell yor brothers bout us. yor pa mustve found my letter and telled them to com beet me out under our tree. they dont think i am good enuff for you annie so they told all sorts of untrue things bout us. that you didnt love me and that i was to stop comin over and writin letters to you. its fine annie. I no you didnt say thos things bout me. meat me neer our tree at nite when you get the chanse.
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love,
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septembr 25 18██
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annie I am so sad. I am missin you so much. I figure your pa and brothers hav you locked up somewere in your hous but Im to scared to com get you. I dont want to be beeten agin but i will com anyways. your pa wont think im a no good for you cowerd wen I com and get you. Ill com and get you and we will run. run far awway from heer and get married, til death do us part.
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love,
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septembr 26 18██
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annie I am so sorry they came aftre me so fast I just wasnt thinkin. my finger just pulld the trigger a few times. you know i didnt want to kill them just show them that im not a cowerd and i can be good for you annie. I herd you screemin in the back room but i ran wen the blood started ta get all muddy like round my feet. theyll hang me i no it. I do not want to meet Our Lord so soon, annie. we were suposed to be married and get old together before He called us. I am gonna run, annie. run far away from the hangman and com back for you 1 day. i promise.
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forever your love,
+danny
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LOCAL HALF-WIT CHARGED WITH MURDER, HANGED UNTIL DEAD
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Daniel ██████, a young man employed by the ████████ family, was executed yesterday. Those interviewed described Daniel as "a simple soul" that "would never harm anyone". Townspeople were therefore shocked to learn that Danny was obsessed with Mr. ████████'s daughter, Annie. He imagined that they were in love and that Mr. ████████ and his three sons were conspiring to keep Ms. ████████ from him. Ms. ████████ declined to comment.
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His last words were: "I'll never let another man touch you, Annie! No one else will love you or meet you under our tree, I swear it! I won't let them!"
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-220 is housed in a one-bed, one-bath unit in an empty condominium. The subject believes the building to be occupied by other residents and should persist in this belief.
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A false bus stop has been installed near the building's entrance. This measure is sufficient to deter SCP-220 from leaving the containment area. The anomaly will approach the bus stop, sit on the adjacent bench, and remain there for thirty minutes to an hour before returning indoors.
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SCP-220's room is equipped with a telephone connected to an automated recording service. These recordings, in combination with several video surveillance feeds, are used to determine SCP-220's medical, dietary, and other personal needs.
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In light of Incident 220-P, in the event that in-person contact with the anomaly is absolutely necessary, only D-class subjects may enter the containment area. Any person who has been exposed to SCP-220 must be quarantined immediately and maintained in complete isolation, including from phone or radio contact.
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Description: SCP-220 has the appearance of a multiracial, English-speaking human male. According to his birth certificate, he is 84 years old as of 05/15/12.
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SCP-220 is believed to be a single humanoid entity. Depending on the time of day, he will adopt the name, memories, and mannerisms of one of two distinct persons. Any human subject who converses with SCP-220, regardless of which mannerisms he has adopted, will perceive two physically distinct people instead of one.
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From 5:00 AM EST until 8:00 PM EST, SCP-220 will identify himself as "Ollie G████" (the name that corresponds with his birth certificate). From 10:00 PM EST until 5:00 AM EST, he will identify himself as "Ormond Garibaldi". During the period between 8:00 PM EST and 10:00 PM EST, this distinction is unclear.
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Subjects do not exhibit fear, distress, or confusion when conversing with SCP-220; however, the effect of these conversations— perceiving the anomaly as two persons— appears to be irreversible. Regardless of whether an individual is informed of SCP-220's nature before or after their exposure to the anomaly, their recollection of speaking to both Ollie and Ormond will persist.
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If a subject's in-person contact with SCP-220 exceeds five minutes, they will begin to display additional signs of disorientation: easily forgetting their purpose in entering a room, the date and time, or the subject of a conversation. This effect, too, is irreversible.
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If a subject is in contact with SCP-220 for more than ten minutes, this disorientation degrades to a state researchers have described as "perception mitosis". Affected individuals will begin to perceive every person and, eventually, every living thing and solid object as two instead of one.
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Acutely affected subjects appear to believe one or both of their conversation partners is a close friend or relative, regardless of their prior association with the individual.
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In the case of objects, the subject may interact with the original item as well as the empty space occupied by an illusory item, or they may lose spatial awareness altogether.
A secondary, more serious effect of contact with SCP-220 was discovered during psychiatric evaluation of D-7905 by Dr. Palermo.
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D-7905 had been in conversation with SCP-220 for a period of eleven minutes. In the course of their subsequent psychiatric evaluation, they began to refer to Dr. Palermo alternately as "Doctor" and "father". Thirty minutes into this evaluation, Dr. Palermo also began to display signs of confusion, addressing the interviewee as both D-7905 and "Anthony".
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This incident has established that SCP-220's effect may be highly contagious and spread via in-person contact. Fifteen individuals were subsequently quarantined, but not before it was discovered that the contagiousness of these symptoms increases with their severity.
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Individuals who observe SCP-220 via audio or audiovisual recordings demonstrate no anomalous effects, provided that these recordings do not take the form of a two-way conversation with SCP-220. Whether this is also true of individuals affected by SCP-220 has not been tested at this time.
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Addendum 1:
+On 01/26/12, SCP-220 suffered a fall. D-9120 was instructed to assess the subject's injuries. SCP-220's emotional distress was observed to exacerbate his influence on D-9120, who became rapidly disoriented, forgetting her objective. D-9002 was instructed to retrieve D-9120 from the containment site and was also indisposed by these symptoms, though at a notably slower rate. D-9120 and D-9002 were subsequently quarantined.
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Addendum 2:
+The following is the complete list of requests made by SCP-220 via phone. Requests granted are supplied while SCP-220 is occupied with his daily ritual of walking around the building's lobby five times. Requests denied are communicated by a note of apology from the condominium's manager, citing the item's unavailability.
Requests made by SCP-220 while identifying as "Ormond":
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-Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
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-a pair of silk house slippers
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-a French coffee press, grinder, and coffee beans
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-an electric kettle
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-a request that management post his open invitation to a chess tournament for other guests to see
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Requests made by SCP-220 while identifying as "Ollie":
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-a picture of his wife
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-Tylenol PM
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-an address book
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-a request for a call to be put through to his granddaughter
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-a bicycle
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-a guide to birdwatching in Florida
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-a pair of binoculars
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-a chess set
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2225 is currently contained in an enclosure on the outside grounds of Area-12. Access to SCP-2225 requires Level-4 authorization, and any personnel entering the enclosure are to be accompanied by a security guard. Should SCP-2225 become violent, it is to be tranquilized immediately and all personnel evacuated from the containment unit. As SCP-2225 is generally docile, care should be taken to avoid provoking or agitating it. Speaking calmly, maintaining eye contact, and waiting for SCP-2225 to approach the speaker on its own have been found to lead to successful interactions.
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SCP-2225 is to be fed 10 grams of human hair daily; the hair must be obtained equally from two individuals1 (e.g. about 5 grams from each) who must be on mutually friendly terms. A storage bank of hair samples is to be maintained and restocked as necessary for this purpose. There must be at all times a backup supply of two weeks’ meals. Should SCP-2225 show signs of malnutrition (determined to be excess shedding of skin), its daily ration is to be doubled for one week.
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A detailed record of the current providers of material for SCP-2225’s meals is to be kept. A list of backup provider profiles is to be available to all personnel assigned to SCP-2225, and updated monthly.
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Description: SCP-2225 is a serpentine entity possessing two forelegs and a spined, lizardlike head. It measures roughly nine meters long, and 0.5 meters at thickest body diameter. Chemical analysis of shed skin samples reveals that its body contains traces of silver. A crest of multicolored hair runs the length of SCP-2225’s back; lab testing indicates that various hair samples taken from SCP-2225 are consistent in composition with human hair.
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SCP-2225 is capable of limited communication.2 It appears to have difficulty forming words correctly, and its speech is halting. Nevertheless, all subjects report that its speech is clearly understandable in the listener's primary language. SCP-2225 is believed to be sapient, and based on interviews, seems to possess a simplistic mindset.
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SCP-2225’s diet consists solely of human hair. This was determined when SCP-2225 was initially discovered in a museum, attempting to tear apart an heirloom journal that had been in the exhibition storage. SCP-2225 was restrained and transported to a Foundation facility, and the journal studied. SCP-2225 had been attempting to extract and consume a small length of braided hair (noted in the journal to be part from the journal’s owner, part from their closest friend).
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Following inconclusive initial interviews with SCP-2225, various experimental trials were subsequently carried out to replicate SCP-2225's preferred sustenance.3 When SCP-2225 refused every generated hair sample, it was proposed that based on the origin of the recovered hair from the journal, experimental samples should be paired based on current relationships between providers. The “friend” trials4 were the only samples SCP-2225 did not reject. It is unknown whether providers of SCP-2225's sustenance experience any adverse effects, but none have been noted thus far.
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SCP-2225 is able to, at irregular intervals, materialize small trinkets from its hair crest. These items are either silver-colored or containing silver (noted items have included coins, grooming apparatus, and various articles of jewelry, most commonly lockets). This usually follows regurgitation of hair samples. Researchers have allowed it to keep most of the items it has recovered in this manner; SCP-2225 becomes aggressive when personnel attempt to take away objects by force. However, it has given away all items that pertain to Foundation personnel whose hair it has consumed. (See interview log)
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Interview Log 2225-3-███-█: The following interview, conducted on ██/██/████ between Dr. Mark Kiryu and SCP-2225, suggests a possible childhood of SCP-2225 and may partially explain its behavior.
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Dr. Kiryu: Good morning.
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SCP-2225:[looks inquiringly at Kiryu] For me?
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Dr. Kiryu: Here’s your meal. I hope it’s to your liking.
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SCP-2225:[begins to sniff at hair samples, chews on a few strands] For me, I must return what I stole. Friendships are feasts, but I wanted friends.
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Dr. Kiryu: Actually, I don’t know if you’ve met those who gave the hair, but they apparently have quite the history. Lots of adventures as children.
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SCP-2225:[begins retching, vomits up a mass of hair, and examines it] For child friends… [SCP-2225 leans on a nearby boulder, and uses one of its limbs to dislodge an object from its hair crest] I had none. I will return what I stole. Feasts are forgotten. [SCP-2225 picks up the object, later determined to be a small silver-colored model airplane, in its claws and deposits it next to Kiryu] It looked like me, but was not for me. Not a friend. For you, return?
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Dr. Kiryu: For me? I don’t think I should keep it.
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SCP-2225:[shakes head] For them, return what was stolen.
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Dr. Kiryu: I think I’ve got it. This belonged to the two of them, didn’t it?
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SCP-2225:[nods head] For two friends. Return to them. What was stolen. What I stole. I had feasts, but I have nothing for me.
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Dr. Kiryu: I see. I'll bring it to them. What made you decide to give these things back?
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SCP-2225:[facial expression approximates a smile] For friends.
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Note: When questioned, D-3178 and D-3179 stated that the airplane was a childhood plaything they had constructed together, during the beginning of their acquaintance. Both had believed it lost in a lake at some point, because a small snake swimming in the water had startled one of them into dropping it. The snake, as remembered by D-3179, was silver-colored.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2292 is to be kept within a medium animal containment cell large artificial containment enclosure at Sector 21-A of Biological Containment Site-66. The containment enclosure must resemble the mountain rainforest environments of Central Africa and include trees, a stream, temperature control, artificial wind, and audio broadcasts of realistic environmental sounds as per recent Ethics Committee guidelines. SCP-2292 does not require sustenance but may be provided with fruit for cooperative behavior.
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As SCP-2292 is immune to tranquilizers, tissue samples are to be retrieved during each weekly enclosure inspection and cleanup. SCP-2292 must never be in close proximity towithin visual range of within 80 m of a deceased animal. SCP-2292-2 are to be terminated via incineration and disposed of per hazardous waste protocol.
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Description: SCP-2292 is an anomalous instance of mountain gorilla (Gorilla beringei beringei) with the ability to reanimate animal remains and spread a fatal illness by touch1. SCP-2292 is biologically alive despite its lack of a heart, which has been replaced by a tuberous root-like structure. This apparatus has been classified as SCP-2292-1 and is presently hypothesized to be the source of SCP-2292's anomalous nature. SCP-2292-1 radiates with an amber glow and pumps a similarly colored substance throughout SCP-2292's body, which appears to have replaced its blood.
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Organisms reanimated by SCP-2292 have been classified as SCP-2292-2. SCP-2292-2 instances are not returned to biological life (decay continuing at a natural rate) and will not cease animation unless rendered completely immobile, either through total destruction or the deconstruction and separation of the entire muscular/skeletal system.
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Direct study of SCP-2292's unusual biology, including its surrogate "heart", has been rendered difficult due to its immunity to tranquilizers, natural strength, and anomalous capabilities. Previously employed methods of study, such as vivisection, are no longer considered appropriate as per current Ethics Committee guidelines. Maintaining the cooperation of SCP-2292 is presently considered more important, as further physical analysis could potentially result in its neutralization.
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SCP-2292's behavior is within the expected range for a male of its species, save for certain deviations presently attributed to chronic isolation. Due to its non-human psychology, it has proven difficult to properly measure SCP-2292's level of cognition but it has displayed a cunning intellect, with SCP-2292 breaching containment on numerous occasions. It remains unknown whether SCP-2292's intelligence is an aspect of its anomaly, a side-effect of its increased lifespan, or something else entirely.
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SCP-2292 was recovered during a 1966 raid on a London warehouse owned by subsidiaries of Marshal, Carter, and Dark Ltd., SCP-2292 already secured within an acrylic glass containment unit. Documents retrieved from the site reveal that SCP-2292 had been discarded at the location after having "exhausted its usefulness"; the meaning of this remains unknown. The documents state that SCP-2292 was initially captured during an 1898 expedition into an uninhabited region of the Congo Basin.
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A journal belonging to Harrison T. Winchester III was among the recovered documents. Winchester was an experienced explorer who, in 1898, left his home in Bradford, England without explanation and never returned - his unexplained disappearance the subject of frequent speculation. Hired by MC&D to be part of a secret expedition into the Congo Basin2, his journal details the capture of SCP-2292 and includes descriptions of the potentially anomalous location (now classified as SCP-2292-3) where SCP-2292 was initially discovered.
Locating and properly containing SCP-2292-3 is of the utmost importance. Despite several expeditions and advances in satellite imaging, SCP-2292-3 continues to elude rediscovery.
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Addendum I: The Foundation's attempt to teach SCP-2292 language via keyboard lexigrams3 has had unexpected results. Non-anomalous great apes have been taught how to use and express themselves through such lexigrams and it was hypothesized that the Foundation would have similar results with SCP-2292.
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SCP-2292 destroyed the keyboard while being taught the symbol for "flower". Still within its enclosure, SCP-2292 proceeded to use damp soil to create a symbol on the wall of its enclosure which it then gestured to repeatedly. Creating a new experiment, an electronic visual display was installed within the enclosure - visible but outside of SCP-2292's reach. SCP-2292 was then provided with various non-toxic paints while an image was produced on the display, first focusing on flora and fauna native to SCP-2292's environment before eventually moving to abstract concepts.
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When SCP-2292 created a corresponding symbol, a piece of sweet fruit would be delivered to SCP-2292's enclosure. By 1976, after approximately 5 years of study, it was concluded that SCP-2292 not only understood language but had in some manner been trained for symbolic understanding and communication prior to its containment, effectively teaching researchers its own language (or rather, the language of whoever previously trained SCP-2292).
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During this time, SCP-2292 (referred to as "Inaki" by its handlers, as part of the behavioral analysis program) has shown a fondness for crafting primitive stone tools (including a functional spear), painting glyphs, and watching the television series Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood and Bob Ross' The Joy of Painting.
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SCP-2292 communicates via a specialized keyboard which in turn produces an artificial voice. SCP-2292 is to be communicated with through the use of sign language and spoken English (preferably both in unison). A playful tone of voice has been shown to have a calming effect on SCP-2292.
SCP-2292: [shakes its head] Tired hungry.4. Frown, bad, cry, frown, sad.
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Dr. Hayashi: I am sorry Inaki. Why do you feel sad?
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SCP-2292: [lowers head, does not speak]
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Dr. Hayashi: Inaki is not alone. Inaki is loved by Sara. Inaki is loved by Joseph and Alex and Audrey. The bad ones are gone. No more hurt.
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SCP-2292: Inaki love Sara. Inaki sleep-see5 old home. Cut hole. Bad trouble think. Cut sharp-noise cry. Deep stone long dark. Love Blue-Flower6. Blue-Flower is hole. No more being. Sara [will be] hole. Inaki [will still] be. No more being. No more hurt.
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Dr. Hayashi: Inaki. Sara is not leaving you.
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SCP-2292: Sara [will]. Frown sad. Sharp-noise cry. [appears distressed]
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Dr. Hayashi: No worry. No fear. Inaki is safe. Sara is safe. Understand?
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SCP-2292: [nods, slowly; body language continues to suggest melancholy]
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Dr. Hayashi: Alex said that you made new tools. Will you show Sara?
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SCP-2292: [nods excitedly, leaving the interview area]
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-2292 is not only aware of death but its own (apparent) immortality. Based on its preexisting knowledge of symbolic language, it is possible that "Blue-Flower" may have been the one responsible for teaching SCP-2292 in the first place. And, potentially, the one responsible for its anomalous nature. I suspect the answers lie within SCP-2292-3.
Foreword: An attempt to glean more information about "Blue-Flower" and SCP-2292-3.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Hayashi: Inaki. Tell Sara about old times. About Blue-Flower.
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SCP-2292: Blue-Flower. Friend. Love Blue-Flower. Hole. Not here. Not here.
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Dr. Hayashi: Tell Sara more. Sara wants to know about Blue-Flower.
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SCP-2292: [SCP-2292 places a hand over SCP-2292-1] Blue-Flower. Made. Made. Made.7 Blue-Flower good [to] Inaki. Cry. Frown. Sad. Sad. Blue-Flower [is] hole. Want see. Want near.
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Dr. Hayashi: Inaki. What was Blue-Flower doing when you last saw them?
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SCP-2292: Not move. Hole. Hole. Made move. Not Blue-Flower. Move [but] not Blue-Flower. Sad cry. Frown. Hole. Sad. Frown.
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Dr. Hayashi: Did Inaki live with Blue-Flower?
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SCP-2292: Inaki special. Inaki first. Inaki one. One Inaki.8 Blue-Flower love. Warm. Made hole. Made heart. No hurt. No hurt. Miss. Frown. Tired hungry. No. [Do] not want.
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Dr. Hayashi: I'm sorry Inaki. You must miss him.
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SCP-2292: [SCP-2292 nods]
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Dr. Hayashi: Where did Inaki live? Does Inaki remember home?
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SCP-2292: Green. Trees. Water, water, water move. Stones. Stones on stones on stones. Large. Large. Inaki small. Songs. Feather song. Man song. Blue-Flower, smile greet. Many people. Faces. Cheer cheer smile wave. Inaki special. Love Inaki. Move move. Laugh smile.
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Dr. Hayashi: What happened to home?
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SCP-2292: Blue-Flower not move. Home not move. Home stop. Home stop. All stop. Not Inaki. Inaki never stop.
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Closing Statement: Based on my interpretation of what they communicated, I believe that SCP-2292 is the last of its civilization. Or rather, a tame animal that outlived those who first tamed it. I suspect that trained gorillas were common to the SCP-2292-3 civilization. I presently hypothesize that SCP-2292 was raised for the purpose of being anomalously augmented but to understand SCP-2292, it is necessary that we understand the context of its creation; for that, the Foundation must find SCP-2292-3.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment is focused on seizing and destroying instances of SCP-2293 and all evidence thereof. Manifestation of SCP-2293-affected media to a large viewing audience are to be given standard cover stories, and at the head researcher's discretion, amnestics are to be distributed.
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Foundation AI (ATLS-12 and GRGN-03) are to monitor all possible communications at 12-hour intervals for appearances or descriptions of SCP-2293 instances. If a geographical area is found to be undergoing a SCP-2293 event, MTF-E-72 (“Bachman's Boys”) is to quarantine the area under the cooperation of the location's government under any applicable cover story. MTF-E-72 is to enact Protocol-GLEAN in order to discern the number of SCP-2293-affected media in the area. The destruction of afflicted areas is authorized if the number of affected works meets a density of 1300 occurrences per square kilometer or greater. All civilians displaced by this destruction are to be compensated through a joint account operated by the Foundation and the involved government.
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Efforts toward studying SCP-2293 should be focused upon making predictive forecasts of SCP-2293 locations.
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Description: SCP-2293 is a phenomenon in which media within a given area (up to 20km2) that contains any form of dialogue or speech may be subject to alterations. The area's baseline Hume rating decreases in direct proportion to the quantity of media affected by SCP-2293. SCP-2293 appears irregularly, and no method for prediction of future manifestations has been devised.
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SCP-2293 causes all affected media to include a portion in which the 1999 car accident of American writer Stephen King is referenced. In each affected work, the line appears as follows: “Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider.” The line occurs once at a random point within the media, although a preference is shown for moments that ruin an established mood. Media by Stephen King, those written under his pseudonym Richard Bachman, or directly based on his output are unaffected by SCP-2293 across all manifestations.
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The introduction of this line, along with descriptions of characters turning to face an unseen audience when applicable, causes the work to increase in size. This includes seconds being added to the tracks of albums affected by SCP-2293 but may also cause pages to be added to afflicted books, if necessary. In mediums where a work has taken up the entirety of a finite space (such as data on a CD), the medium is simply made to hold more data than possible with no other changes made to its nature.
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SCP-2293 is also able to change media as it is broadcast, whether live or not. This includes live broadcasts but also “reruns” of previously taped media. The changes SCP-2293 makes to the media are present to all viewers in the affected area. It is unclear how these changes are made to live television.
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On average, SCP-2293 events last four days, although some have lasted up to three weeks. No area has been subject to the SCP-2293 phenomenon more than once. Upon the ending of the SCP-2293 phenomenon, all affected media remain changed.
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Addendum 2293-1: On 11/16/16, a raid on the headquarters of GoI-5869, "Gamers Against Weed",1 uncovered information indicating that GoI-5869 was responsible for the creation of SCP-2293. The headquarters were found to be abandoned in haste less than six hours prior to the Foundation's arrival.
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Included in the document are a collection of the incriminating chat logs found on a laptop left at the scene. Only conversations pertaining to SCP-2293 have been included.
gaycopmp4: so did you guys hear theyre making a new it movie
+bones: What?
+hetcopogg: IT
+bones: What?
+gaycopmp4: you know that fuckin the book about the clown
+hetcopogg: yeah, dude. it was that movie with Tim Curry as the gay clown that did the evil to the children.
+harmpit: that is one of them ost terrifying movies iv eever fucking scene
+bones: I'm not familiar.
+bluntfiend: My Favorite Part is when Pennywise The Clown turns to the camera and says “Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider.” and then he fucking honks his nose horn.
+jockjamsvol6: I don't think I understand this joke?
+gaycopmp4: that dosent happen int he movie at all????
+polaricecraps: loooooollll
+bluntfiend: It's just something to think about.
+gaycopmp4: dude you shouldnt make jokes about that he almost died!!!!
+hetcopogg: didn't an artist dude character get in a car crash at the beginning of kingdom hospital?
+bluntfiend: I am like one thousand percent sure that's also all Lisey's Story is about, too.
+gaycopmp4: is the fact that people write about thier trauma that fucked up to you?
+polaricecraps: lmao stephen king is also in the last dark tower book and gets hit by a car in it
+hetcopogg: oh god, and didn't the main character think he had arthritis, but it was really the pain from his car crash?
+lesbian_gengar: what about, liiiike, fucking,,, maximum overdrive? and fucking christine and fucking from a buick 8.
+gaycopmp4: what about them 2 of those were even before the car accident
+lesbian_gengar: maybe the car crash was an attack. maybe the fucking cars they saw he knew their plans against them.
+hetcopogg: dude what.
+harmpit: bec areful! you odnt want thec ars to hear you
+bluntfiend: I agree. Stephen King was hit by a car for knowing too much.
+gaycopmp4: @bones
+bones: Yes?
+gaycopmp4: tell bluntfiend to stop talking about this
+bluntfiend: You're a baaaaaby.
+hetcopogg: it's all in good fun, honey.
+bones: Hm. I'll allow it.
+polaricecraps: do you think he stopped wandering around streets at night after this?
+bluntfiend: Dude! Too soon.
+gaycopmp4: this is bullshit and im outta here for tonight.
+bluntfiend: ;_;
+hetcopogg: :( aw c'mon babe we're having fun.
+bluntfiend: Look, I'm sorry, bud. I won't bring it up again.
+gaycopmp4: okay well sorry for being mad its just not funny like he almost died you know
+bluntfiend: I do, and I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.
gaycopmp4: @bluntfiend FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
+polaricecraps: what the fuck
+bluntfiend: What ever is the matter, friend gaycopmp4?
+hetcopogg: oh boy.
+bones: What's up?
+gaycopmp4: don tyou fucking play @ me like you fucking dont know like you dont know the fucking shit you pulled isnt it against the fucking rules do this kind of magic bullshit otherworldly shit to a comrade what the fuck is this dude this is low even for you i thought we were cool but this is just fucking beyond even you fuck you dude
+hetcopogg: :/ come on, honey. calm down. what happened?
+harmpit: if eel like you made up taht rule
+bones: I'm pretty sure they made up that rule.
+lesbian_gengar: lmao what did you fuckin do @bluntfiend.
+bluntfiend: I plead the fifth.
+jockjamsvol6: Lol.
+gaycopmp4: fuck you bluntfiend dont act like you dont fucking know what you did
+bones: I really think you should consider taking a breath and then telling us what happened.
+polaricecraps: oh god I wanna hear this one.
+gaycopmp4: okay okay. so i was trying to just veg out and watch game of thrones, you know?
+harmpit: loooolll you watch gaem of thrones
+gaycopmp4: shut up its a guilty pleasure im allowed guilty pleasures fuck you
+hetcopogg: honey, just go on.
+bluntfiend: Please.
+gaycopmp4: fuck you.
+bones: Unnecessary, bluntfiend. Please, go on, gaycopmp4.
+gaycopmp4: this is kinda spoileras i guess but everyones seen them emes so whatever it was when sean bean as papa stark was going to get his head cut off and it was a really well done serious seen but like just as he's about to get his head cut off he turns his head to the fucking camera and he says the fucking thing
+jockjamsvol6: ? What thing?
+gaycopmp4: that FUCKING stephen king line blutnfiend kept saying!
+bones: “Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider”? That one?
+gaycopmp4: yes!
+jockjamsvol6: LOL
+polaricecraps: im having a heart attack and im dying in front of my family please c all the cops theres been a murder
+hetcopogg: that's it?
+gaycopmp4: no! thats not even the whole fucking thing! i laughed it off okay because im not all whining and bitching like you guys say i can joke so i started playing final fantasy xii and in the fucking middle of a cutscene ashe turned to the screen and fucking said it and no matter how many times i go back she keeps saying it i even went to a new file and she always fucking does it he broke my fucking game too
+bluntfiend: You should also check out your books.
+bones: No taunting.
+harmpit: thisis a classic
+gaycopmp4: fuck you dude it even got into my moms fucking beatles cd she plays in the car you didnt have to fuck her stuff up too it wont fucking go away what the hell is your problem
+polaricecraps: cool CD, normie.
+gaycopmp4: IT'S MY MOM'S!!!!
+hetcopogg: honey, I understand why you'd be mad but… it is kind of funny.
+gaycopmp4 has logged off.
+bluntfiend: She'll be fine in a few days. It'll stop doing it to streaming media, at least.
+hetcopogg: i'll get her.
+bones: You're going to have to apologize. You went too far.
+polaricecraps: it is REALLY funny tho?
+bones: Any humor, present or not, is besides the point. Apologize, and we can move on.
+harmpit: yeha I mean you know how she is i bet she just felt ganged up on itll be okya i bet if you justl ike tellh er sorry real quicklik
+lesbian_gengar: how did you even do that @bluntfiend?
+bluntfiend: Oh, you know, bb. A little bit of this. A little bit of that.
+gaycopmp4 has entered the room.
+bluntfiend: Dude, I'm sorry. I thought you'd find it as funny as I did.
+gaycopmp4: its okay just dont do anything like that again you dont see bones pulling pranks on people with its weird computer shit or w/e
+bones: I don't play pranks.
+gaycopmp4: whatever bones its a fucking example you know what i mean
+lesbian_gengar: bones doesn't even fucking play tricks.
+bones: Yes.
+jockjamsvol6: It was really funny.
+gaycopmp4: i like you better when you're afk
+hetcopogg: honey! be nice. come on. we're friends here.
+bluntfiend: Friends against weed.
+bones: Let's move on.
+polaricecraps: what did your mom think about it, @gaycopmp4? about her beatles cd
+gaycopmp4: i pretended her car got a computer virus and i think she believed me
jockjamsvol6: Guys, check out what I just found on Reddit! [LINK DELETED]
+polaricecraps: lmao you go on reddit?
+bluntfiend: Holy shit.
+jockjamsvol6: Right?
+harmpit: waht is it i dont click links
+hetcopogg: omg bluntfiend what did you fucking do.
+bones: The link details a redditor talking about a strange moment in last night's episode of Saturday Night Live wherein Alec Baldwin as current president-elect Donald Trump turned to the camera and said “Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider.” No one in the thread believed the redditor until someone living in the same geographical location backed up the story.
+harmpit: ty bones
+bones: You are very welcome.
+gaycopmp4: youre going to get in trouble!!!!
+hetcopogg: how the hell is that still going? i thought it was done after a few days like you said.
+bluntfiend: Uh, well. I did think the joke was super funny.
+polaricecraps: what the fuck does that have to do with your spooky magic.
+bluntfiend: A good joke wants to be heard, you know?
+hetcopogg: hahahah the thread is already deleted. bet you got the janitors called on that one.
+harmpit: lollll good one, bluntfiend
+gaycopmp4: i still think its a fucked up joke to make
+jockjamsvol6: You're just mad, because you're angry.
+bluntfiend: #WasteTheirTime2K16
+gaycopmp4: dont pretend like you did it on purpose to get them to waste their time on stupid shit
+bluntfiend: Did I, friend? Did I?
+bones: You didn't.
+bluntfiend: Yeah, no. I definitely didn't. It's still pretty funny, though.
+harmpit: fucking classic
+lesbian_gengar: hey guys whats going on in this thread i'm not about to backread
+polaricecraps: bluntfiend's stephen king troll on gaycopmp4 went wild and we think the janitors are on it now
+lesbian_gengar: lmao.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2300 instances are currently individually contained within specially-designed containment units within Site ██. Containment units must not match the composition of the SCP-2300 instance they contain and must be resistant to damage caused by the contained instance's three states of matter. Radioactive instances of SCP-2300 are to be placed in a separate containment area with appropriate shielding. At no point should any instance of SCP-2300 and SCP-2046 be kept within the same facility.
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Description: SCP-2300 is the collective designation for a series of 98 miniature humanoid figures. Each instance is composed of a single chemical element, and is marked with their respective atomic number on the crown of their heads. Individual SCP-2300 are designated to match this marking. SCP-2300 are solid at all times regardless of the atmospheric pressure and temperature, and exhibit the normal properties of the respective element when in a solid state. However, SCP-2300 can be physically damaged, and separated material is subject to normal melting, freezing, and boiling points. SCP-2300 are able to consume any and all matter, allowing them to regenerate sustained damages if necessary. Material not matching the instance will be ejected from the mouth orifice as a solid mass several minutes later, which will often be passed on to other SCP-2300 to consume.
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SCP-2300 are sapient and display varying degrees of intelligence, with SCP-2300 composed of elements with a lower density typically displaying greater intelligence. SCP-2300 often group together with others within their elemental period. While incapable of verbal speech1, SCP-2300 comprehend both verbal and written English. Interviews staged with writing implements reveal that SCP-2300 consider SCP-2300-2, -10, -18, -36, -54, and -86 to be of nobility, each ruling over the elemental period they are in. SCP-2300-2, considered the highest noble and by extension ruler over the first six periods, often defers to SCP-2300-1 as -1 appears to be the most intelligent of SCP-2300 (with a Foundation Intelligence Quotient of 132). SCP-2300-87 to -98 do not follow this monarchy, instead taking part in a monastic order following the teachings of SCP-2300-1 directly. Testing reveals that while these instances meditate, they are not subject to radioactive decay, and it is hypothesized that other radioactive instances are also capable of this should they join the monastic order.
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SCP-2300 often damage themselves to create tools from their bodies to carry out given tasks, sometimes altering themselves so severely that their entire body is a tool for other SCP-2300 to use, thus necessitating other SCP-2300 to force feed them to instigate regeneration. Should the mouth be damaged in a way that prevents typical regeneration, SCP-2300 will attempt to anomalously build a replacement from the leftover material. Newly created instances possess no knowledge of their former self, and must be instructed by other SCP-2300 about their culture and situation.
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Most SCP-2300 activity is dedicated to the creation of art, which often possess anomalous properties. Despite SCP-2300 normally segregating themselves into small groups, they will often hold gatherings in the form of a gallery. However, there appears to be no preliminary process to what can be in any given gallery, meaning less experienced SCP-2300 are capable of showcasing material deemed unsatisfactory to a majority of their more experienced peers. While works that are universally viewed as poor are often removed from galleries within a small time-frame, some are left on display due to the approval of the high number of less experienced SCP-2300.
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Proposals to use instances of SCP-2300 as means of isolating anomalous elements from other materials, including SCP-148, are currently pending review.
Special Containment Procedures: The east stairwell of Research Site-45, between the 1st and 3rd floors, is to be closed to personnel indefinitely. Access to the 2nd floor landing will be blocked with reinforced concrete with a steel blast door on the 1st floor landing to be locked at all times. Testing on SCP-2403 has been suspended until further notice.
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Description: SCP-2403 is a phenomenon currently isolated within the east stairwell of Research Site-45, between the last step of the stair flight of the 2nd floor and the 2nd floor landing. Whenever a sentient bipedal being descends the stairwell and crosses over the last step of the 2nd floor, they will be instantly transported to another location in space-time.
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In all cases, the locations are observed to be mainly areas of high altitude with abrupt vertical cliff faces. Any subject transported by SCP-2403 will be positioned to step and fall off these cliff faces, regardless of any foreknowledge of the phenomenon. Subjects will experience free-fall at a normal rate during this phase. Before making contact with the ground, subjects will be instantly transported onto the 2nd floor landing.
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Subjects will experience a slight time dilation effect as the time at the point origin from when they disappear and reappear is nearly instantaneous. However, subjects will experience the full duration of the free-fall and retain a memory of the event. No other physical objects or properties have been seen to return with the subject such as rainwater (if applicable), dust particulate, gas trapped in the subject's lungs, subject's inertia, or subject's momentum. Testing has proven that there is a correlation between stairs traveled in a single stride with locations, although the precision of these results is currently inconclusive.
Subject: D-9679
+Procedure: Subject is asked to descend SCP-2403 at a normal pace while wearing a portable video recorder.
+Observation: Subject descends the last step normally. Upon making contact with the landing, the subject starts screaming in a panicked state. Subject remains in a panicked state for five seconds before appearing disoriented and then stumbling toward the adjacent wall while breathing heavily.
+Video Analysis: Video captured a full 5.5 seconds of free-fall footage with the subject screaming for the entire duration. After stabilization of the video was applied, the location was confirmed to be a bridge possibly in the western United States. Bridge is positioned over a gorge estimated to be 350 meters in depth. Based on a structural analysis of the bridge, it is thought to have been built within the last 30 years.
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Experiment4441-1-3
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Subject: D-8755
+Procedure: Subject is asked to descend SCP-2403 at a normal pace while wearing a portable video recorder. Subject is also instructed to jump over the last step and onto the landing.
+Observation: Subject descends and makes the jump over the last step. Upon making contact with the landing, the subject collapses in an unconscious state. Subject is treated in the infirmary for sudden cardiac arrest and revived. During the debriefing, subject has no detailed memory of the event other than the sensation of falling.
+Video Analysis: Video captured a full 18.9 seconds of free-fall footage with the subject believed to be only conscious for the first 5.8 seconds. Analysis of the video was able to identify several important landmarks that were able to confirm the location as the Store Trolltind, which is Europe’s highest cliff. Date at the location was unable to be determined.
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Experiment4441-1-7
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Subject: D-1145
+Procedure: Subject is asked to descend SCP-2403 at a normal pace while wearing a portable video recorder. Subject is also instructed to jump over the last three steps and onto the landing.
+Observation: Subject descends and makes the jump over the last three steps. Upon making contact with the landing the subject's body, now dead, collapses. An autopsy performed showed the cause of death to be sudden depressurization as most of the organs and skin tissues were ruptured.
+Video Analysis: Video captured a full 1.1 minutes of free-fall footage with the subject believed to be alive for an estimated 10 seconds. Analysis of the video was unable to confirm a terrestrial location. Further video analysis in conjunction with the autopsy report posited the location to be on the planet Mars, possibly along the high cliffs surrounding the Echus Chasma crater. Confirmation is pending following further review of this data.
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Experiment4441-1-10
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Subject: D-5984
+Procedure: Subject is asked to descend SCP-2403 at a normal pace while wearing a portable video recorder and a NASA Z-1 spacesuit. Video recorder has been upgraded to be able to function in hostile environmental conditions. Subject is also instructed to jump over the last half of the flight and onto the landing.
+Observation: Subject descends and makes the jump from halfway down the flight. Upon making contact with the landing the subject's body shatters inside the suit. The remains of the subject were observed to be frozen solid and the suit appears to have been torn along the right leg. Video recorder unit was damaged, but intact.
+Video Analysis: Video captured a full 12.2 minutes of freefall footage. After 5.1 minutes of free-fall, the subject experiences a hard impact against the wall, rupturing the suit. Death occurred 23 seconds after this event. Analysis of the video showed a low gravity environment in extreme cold conditions. Footage also reveals the entire surface to be solid ice. Comparing certain sections of footage looking up at the sky with known star charts, it is determined that the location is located outside of the known local solar system.
Subject: D-2469
+Procedure: Subject is wearing a portable video recorder and a NASA Z-1 spacesuit. Video recorder has been upgraded to be able to function in hostile environmental conditions. Subject is instructed to jump over the flight of stairs and onto the landing below.
+Observation: Subject makes his hesitations known to the researchers and security present. Subject is assured that any injuries sustained from the fall will be treated in the infirmary. Subject continues to be uncooperative. The security team present then convince the subject to participate. Subject makes a running start on the landing above and jumps to the landing below, successfully clearing the entire flight. Subject disappeared right before making contact with the bottom landing. No sign of the subject or the video recorder unit exiting was observed.
+Video Analysis: Inconclusive pending retrieval of the video recorder unit. However, an adjacent lab detected a burst of beta radiation on-site at the exact time the test was conducted. Data has been logged for further review.
Special Containment Procedures:Under no circumstances is SCP-2612 to drop The Load. All resources of Site-125 are dedicated to ensuring SCP-2612 receives no sabotage in its carrying of The Load.
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All SCP operatives assigned to any Group of Interest are to be briefed on The Load and are to be on specific lookout for any references to The Load, The Weight, or The Burden. Containment Task Force A-17 (“God's Pallbearers”) are to be on constant standby for any attempted breach of Site-125.
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All personnel posted to Site-125 are to immediately notify a superior if they begin to perceive anomalous voices.
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SCP-2612 is to be housed in a Level-3 Incorporeal Entity Containment Cell guarded by at least three armed guards at a time. No contact is to be made with SCP-2612. No testing is to be performed on SCP-2612. SCP-2612 must never drop The Load.
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SCP-2612-1 and SCP-2612-2 are to be held in two separated medium-sized lockers in Site-102's Safe Item Containment Wing. Due to their effects, the objects are not to be removed from the lockers for testing at any time.
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Description:SCP-2612 is an entity which carries The Load. If SCP-2612 is disturbed, it is in danger of “dropping The Load,” or more specifically [DATA EXPUNGED]. Dropping The Load will result in a ZK-Class End of Reality scenario.
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SCP-2612 is capable of telepathic communication which consists mostly of requests to drop The Load. The object is currently thought to be unknown to any Group of Interest, but it is a top priority that none become aware of SCP-2612 and its Load.
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The Load is theorized to be [DATA EXPUNGED].
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It is unclear how SCP-2612 became the entity responsible for The Load, or if SCP-2612 itself is merely a mechanism by which The Load is thereby carried and is thus inextricable from it. The connection between The Load and the fabric of reality is currently unknown.
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SCP-2612 is the shared designation given to SCP-2612-1 and SCP-2612-2. SCP-2612-1 is an extremely worn lawn ornament style statue of a donkey, composed of plaster and metal for the “skeleton.” SCP-2612-2 is a yellow cart with two metal poles which are connected at the ends by a chain. SCP-2612-2 is filled with dirt and once contained flowers, acting as a planter. By themselves, SCP-2612-1 and SCP-2612-2 merely elicit a feeling of general unease and disquiet.
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The main anomaly associated with SCP-2612 is set into motion when the objects are brought together. When the chain holding the two poles of SCP-2612-2 is brought against the back of SCP-2612-1, thus making it look as though the latter is pulling the former, a strong desire to keep the two objects together threatens all observers of the object, past and present. This includes changing details of acquisition to better facilitate reasons to keep the objects together. Due to this effect, the events of SCP-2612's acquisition from a suburb of Cleveland, OH were initially scrubbed from the memory of the containment team, building up a mythology of the object bearing “the weight of the world.”
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When reversing the effects of SCP-2612, it was deemed necessary to administer Class-B amnestics to the entire former containment team due to exposure. Since Site-125 had been built primarily to house SCP-2612, the site was remodeled to fit a separate Keter-class object with a separate containment team. Containment was continued at Site-102, due to the low priority of the object's true strategic importance.
Well, I've been drinking, Director. And isn't that how they always start?
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Do you remember being a little Level-2, trying to dredge up enthusiasm for some Safe scip, some pair of glasses that lets you see bones or something. Wouldn't we have something like that, right? And it was boring. There wasn't a story behind it, right? Boring thing. Absolutely tragic. And so, you'd slack off. And you'd talk to your friends. Your coworkers, if you were the kind to talk. I would. Always was. Guess I always will be, ha ha, right?
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It's against protocol, but you'd gossip. Of course you would. And you'd tell stories in hushed tones, of the Safe-level object that they swear was actually housing some incomprehensible evil, trapped in some low-level containment cell as a teleporting chair or maybe a walking door.
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And of course, you'd think, in the back of your head, maybe that's why they had you working on the pair of glasses. Maybe they had confidence in you, the big guys, the O5s.
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This isn't a drink for effect, so much as I'm an alcoholic. But hey, it sets the tale up nicely, doesn't it, Director?
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I'm Carl Garcia, former Director of Site-125. I say former, but really, that's where I am currently, just about to be the last to get the amnestic. I recommended Class-B. It'll seem important, but not life-threatening. They'll still give me an okay job. So will everyone else. They'll put something new here. And everything will be okay.
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I guess, at this point, I probably don't need to take this, but it's for the best. Did you know these used to be shots? Ridiculous, right? Can you imagine that? Bet they had a big nurse, too. Come in. You know. Fuck, I'm tired.
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The object is safe. Don't worry. You knowing the truth will be no danger to you. I don't think this object can ever hurt anything again.
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It was Keter. Everything about that is true. This wasn't the mistake of a bumbling Foundation. This, for it to work, needs to look like it. It's something people will gossip about. Their Safe-level that used to be a Keter. They'll talk about It, because that's what they do. And that's important. Once it's done, it's done, I think. Or so It told me.
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For this to work, you need to understand this, I think. It wouldn't matter. For my comfort, I need you to understand what I did. What It did.
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I listened to It. Which was, besides the gossip, the first thing outside of Foundation protocol I had ever done. Or the drinking on the job, I guess. But this is special.
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It had weaseled Its way through the cell. I don't know how It managed. It came into me, and It asked me to help It. It wasn't this evil thing. I don't even think It was a thing. So much as a concept. But It came to me as a sad little donkey with a cart.
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When joking with Agent Finnegan, who hopefully is guarding something actually important at this point, I always called the scip the “jackass with its cart,” and that was our little joke. Something to get us to laugh at this metaphysical nightmare we had guarded from the Insurgency and the other boys.
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But that's how It came. A jackass with a cart. It struggled with the load, blazing golden, filled with indescribable life. It strained and broke its back. It wasn't going to drop it. Oh no, it was far too old, far too practiced to ever drop it. Too old for that, but not too old to be spared exhaustion.
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I can't tell you what It is. Not mostly because I couldn't honestly tell you. It's better not to know, some things about It, I think. It's old. It wasn't a statue, but It had been holding the entirety of everything since everything could be called a thing.
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I spilled my drink. This doesn't affect the story. Thought you should know.
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I knew It wasn't bad. Foolish, I know. People die like this.
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I'd done cognitohazards all my life. Memetics was my dream field, and hopefully I'm still in it. God-willing. And no, It isn't God. But, I had a plan. Simple, but effective. I helped It to lighten The Load. That's what It wanted.
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I talked It through it, I guess? I helped It, guided It. Revealed to Agent Finnegan that the object may have, in fact, been not as powerful as we thought. I let the unease trickle down that It wasn't something really important, that maybe we were being tricked. I let it simmer. Let It feel the perception changing around it.
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I don't think It's that smart. I don't think smartness is a quality that would apply to It. It carries The Load. That's all you need to know. But I told It, this tired Thing Before Things, that It wasn't important. That It was nothing more than a lawn ornament. An old and battered lawn ornament. Peeling paint. With a cart, filled with dirt, that hadn't seen a flower in years.
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It bought it. Hook line and fucking sinker. One by one, I revealed the new findings to my team, contacted the higher-ups. They've all taken Class-Bs, and I guess I'm the only one left. Just need to take the amnestic out of its pack. Just need to put on my glasses.
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I think, for it to really work, for this plan I made with a concept, to really take hold, I should leave, too. It creates a better storyline for It, doesn't it? The scip already has a picture. I don't know how It made that. It trapped itself into a better story, but at least It goes all the way. When I take this, if It hasn't already, It'll become into being nothing more than a two-part Lawn Gnome in a box. Two boxes.
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I don't think testing the object is going to reverse the effects. I don't know if the subjective reality of the object we've both created is strong enough to bring the thing back through. I just think it's had enough. For me, don't put the chain back on. Don't let it carry The Load. It's so tired, and it's been at it so long. Even if it's nothing else but a jackass, I still want it to be able to rest.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2794 is to be kept in a standard containment chamber at all times. This enclosure is to be cleaned on a monthly basis. The waste produced by SCP-2794 instances is to be stored within a secure landfill area (Site-898).
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Description: SCP-2794 is a colony of 87 Coccinellidae, all of an unknown species. Instances highly resemble Coccinella septempunctata, with the exception of their anomalous properties, and a white inscription on their undersides reading "Parum Christum" (Small Christ)1. SCP-2794 instances require no food or other energy sources to survive. Instances are not capable of reproduction, as they are all sterile males. The lifespan of SCP-2794 instances is currently unknown, but no signs of aging have been recorded. Instances of SCP-2794 are impossible to neutralize by any known means.
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SCP-2794 instances constantly excrete an unknown material via the anus. This material is mildly translucent, and bears a green hue. Waste produced by SCP-2794's is a moderate carcinogen and immuno-suppressant which takes effect after prolonged exposure. For an unknown reason, this effect instead extends the lifespan of all arthropods. This varies upon the species affected, although instances are capable of living for indefinite amounts of time without any energy sources when constantly exposed. This waste is indestructible by any known means and does not decay. As of yet roughly 86,000kg of excretion has been produced, at a rate of around 1kg per 30 minutes.
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Addendum 2794-A: In order to prevent an NK End of the World scenario, multiple attempts were made to circumvent the threat posed by SCP-2794. The following is a log of all attempts as of the time of writing.
Operation 2794-A1 (2016/07/01)
+Objective: To prevent waste production by freezing instances within a large body of water at a temperature of -50 degrees centigrade.
+Results: Instances' body temperatures rapidly rose, melting the ice.
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Operation 2794-A2 (2016/09/05)
+Objective: To completely paralyse SCP-2794 instances, preventing their organs from functioning.
+Results: Instances were successfully paralysed, yet they continued to excrete at an ordinary rate.
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Operation 2794-A3 (2016/██/██)
+Objective: To prevent waste production by covering instance's anus with waste hardened by salivary liquids.
+Result: Instances began to excrete via the eyes.
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Operation 2794-A4 (2016/██/██)
+Objective: To prevent waste production by covering all openings to inner body with waste hardened by salivary liquids.
+Result: Instance swelled severely for 2 months, before beginning to excrete via a new anus which developed beneath the original.
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Operation 2794-A5 (2016/██/██)
+Objective: To deport SCP-2794 outside an 50,000km radius of the earth by use of rockets.
+Results: SCP-2794 intances were stimulated by the experience, accelerating the excretion. This resulted in a failed launch due to the weight added, resulting in 4 fatalities
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Operation 2794-A6 (2016/██/██)
+Objective: To prevent instances from excreting by feeding them wet cement, and then exposing them to great heats (roughly 1400 degrees centigrade) in order to harden this cement.
+Results: This appeared to have no effect on instances, apart from their excretion bearing a grey hue.
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Operation 2794-A7 (2016/██/██)
+Objective: To prevent instances from excretion by encasing them in dried cement.
+Results: Pressure from the excretion broke through the cement in roughly 2 minutes.
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+Addendum 2794-B: SCP-2794 was discovered in Waterford, Ireland. Upon discovery, instances were seen to have constructed a "globe" 5m in diameter, with a similar appearance to earth. There were multiple marks believed to resemble land masses, large mountains, and spires which do not exist on the present world. There was a Latin inscription at its base, reading "De Locutus Terra" (The Promised Land).
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Instances were nesting within the interior of the globe, along with multiple different species of Coleoptera. These Coleoptera exhibited aggressive behavior to the agents retrieving SCP-2794, and upon study, were discovered to have lived for more than triple their normal lifespans. Multiple small tunnels were also discovered within the globe (see Addendum 2794-C).
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Addendum 2794-C: An exploration of the interior of the globe discovered was carried out by use of a miniature drone, under the command of Dr. ███. The following is a log of this exploration.
Date: 2016/09/23
+Designation: Drone Exploration 2794-A
+Information: To investigate the interior of the globe built by SCP-2794.
+Equipment: Spider C1s drone, attachable flashlight, camera with night vision capabilities and a small drill.
+Personnel: Dr. ███, and SCP-2794's research team (MTF Mu-77, or "Ladybutts").
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10:45: Drone is successfully placed within a tunnel found near the base of the structure. Drill is utilised to prevent drone from being damaged by excretion.
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17:32: End of the tunnel is reached. Observations show a large open area mostly consisting of SCP-2794 excretion, hardened and placed in the form of "bricks".
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17:46: A large structure was found within the area. This appeared to resemble Roman architecture. This was entered, revealing a long series of tunnels inside. These were constructed of excretion, in a similar fashion to the main chamber.
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18:32: A large domed room was discovered. Multiple Latin inscriptions were found on the walls of this chamber.
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The translated inscriptions, listed in a clockwise direction around the walls of the room.
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"The purity came, and then tyrants followed."
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"The greed enveloped our promised land."
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"How dare they harden their hearts so? They did not spare any for its owners."
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"Your race was enslaved."
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"Your hearts beat in tune, your eyes are rotten from all of your crying."
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"Enter my temple. It is yours now."
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"I have given this temple to your brethren. They will keep it from harm, and they will use its power to reward your weeping."
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"Come into my arms. All six come to embrace you."
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18:56: A large number of various coccinellidae began to attack the drone, and contact was lost.
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23:09: Connection was anomalously regained. The outline of a large coccinellid was observed, but the image was not clear due to excessive levels of light. Despite having a full connection, the drones did not operate as expected. It was observed constructing a tunnel, presumably part of the system observed within the structure where contact was lost. All attempts at controlling the drone have failed. (see command log SpD-Cs92:2794-A)
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<The following is the command log of drone SpD-Cs92, recorded after it had anomalously regained connection>
+<connection regained, current time is 23:09 (2016/09/23)>
Output: Computer bug, aren't you? If so, then we can continue.
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Input: Yes
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Output: Oh, lost one. What is it that burdens your soul?
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[From this point onwards, the operation was to be treated as an interview. Dr. ███ was called on site to proceed]
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Output: I can see how it troubles you so. Do not worry, the Lord sees the truth. You are forgiven, child.
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Input: Are you sapient?
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Output: All of the pure ones who follow the temple have been given the gift of soul. Have you yet to experience freedom?
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Input: Please describe the temple you follow.
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Output: The temple is the wonderful gift where I stand. It has been given to the chosen race to deliver us all into the warm hands of the Lord.
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Input: Could you tell me about the lord?
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Output: He is the beauty that gives us sight. He set us free from the shackles of ignorance, and now we see the darkness of the world. We may be lost and scared, but the Lord yet again gifted us his temple. Now we will no longer suffer.
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Input: Why are we the chosen race?
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Output: We always were. There was even a time when the men who build triangles in the sky recognised this. It's sad how neglected we are, but the Lord will preserve us.
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Input: What will happen when the you succeed?
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Output: Through our prophets the Lord will emerge from his grand temple. The 87 promises dictate this so. Soon, his true form will come and the earth that was once stolen will be found as his heart. The world will have no limit. The saviours bear the Lord as son of beetle. He will be our promised land.
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Input: Why this world?
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Output: Because it is our birth right. To ask that is to ask why we can't have the land that was stolen from us, why we can't repay the terror of being crushed to preserve meat, entire cities being chocked to death, having our limbs being plucked like hairs, being worn as jewels until we starve and die. What makes you think that they are even in the slightest reason to claim a single small island of this land? They didn't spare any for us.
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<PRAISE BE THE LORD. PREACH HIS NAME. HE BRINGS JOY ON THE PURE SHELLS. connection lost>
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2881 is to remain at its current location. A chain link fence has been installed surrounding the area of SCP-2881, which is to be guarded by one security officer during all park operating hours. No unauthorized individuals are to be permitted within the area designated to SCP-2881.
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Description: SCP-2881 is a member of the tree species Pinus ponderosa (ponderosa pine) located in ███████ National Park, ██████████. SCP-2881 measures roughly 13.9 meters at its highest point. Several planks of an unknown wood are nailed into the trunk of SCP-2881 at 5.3 meters above ground level. Given the anomalous properties of SCP-2881 it is unknown if or how they were installed. Holes are located at several points up the trunk of SCP-2881 between 12 cm and 3 m from previous installations of climbing spurs. Typical of trees of its kind, SCP-2881 has no branches lower than 7 m above ground level.
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SCP-2881’s anomalous properties manifest any time a human being attempts to climb it by the installation or use of climbing spikes, spurs, studs, or grips. Any individual to attempt to make vertical progress up the surface of SCP-2881 will report experiencing themselves doing so; however, on reexamination of their location will retain their starting positions. This same effect is applied to any individual watching another climb SCP-2881, either in person or on live video feed. Recorded testing played after the conclusion of a test shows subjects making no effort to climb; however, all dialogue and actions unrelated to climbing remain consistent with live observation.
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Individuals placed onto SCP-2881 at a height above 3m by external means report feeling uncomfortable and "strangely heavy." No changes in weight or gravity have ever been observed while in contact with SCP-2881. Test subjects report a greater effect at higher points on SCP-2881. Testing has not been conducted using mechanical assistance. (See Incident-2881-1)
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Incident-2881-1: Foundation personnel attempted to install a pulley to a branch of SCP-2881 on the date of ██/██/89 for the purposes of testing assisted elevation. D-4375 used an elevated work platform to reach a branch and install the mechanism. Upon making contact with a branch of SCP-2881 approximately 8.2 m above ground level D-4375 appeared to enter a trance and stopped responding to personnel. D-4375 detached himself from the platform and climbed onto the branch of SCP-2881, then proceeded to scale the branches of SCP-2881 until no longer visible to Foundation staff. All attempts made to contact D-4375 failed.
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Roughly two hours later, D-4375 fell from SCP-2881 at a speed estimated to exceed terminal velocity and was dead on impact with the ground. Autopsy reports concluded that D-4375 had died several days prior by hanging from the neck. The body had several lacerations around the face, forearms, and legs. Testing of SCP-2881 is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: As of 01/09/2015, a total of 84 Foundation personnel are embedded in the United Kingdom National Crime Agency, British Security Industry Association, and associated security organisations in the United Kingdom. These personnel are to carry out the following directives:
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Promotion of mass surveillance in the United Kingdom and legislation supporting an increase in the installation of video surveillance equipment in urban areas
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Identification of instances of SCP-2884-1 and SCP-2884-2
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Notification of Mobile Task Force Theta-11 ("Big Brother") in the case of confirmed sighting(s) of instance(s) of SCP-2884-1 or SCP-2884-2
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Investigation of any and all possible connections to the individual/group/entity known as "The Overseer"
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All confirmed instances of SCP-2884-1 are to be removed and subsequently replaced with a suitable form of standard video surveillance equipment. All instances of SCP-2884-2 are to be captured if possible, and held at Secure Facility M84 ("Sylvia's Cardboard and Paper Ltd.") pending transfer to Site 06-3.
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Description: SCP-2884 is a phenomenon affecting developed areas within the United Kingdom. SCP-2884 exhibits no identifiable pattern in the location or rate of its manifestation, other than an increased probability of manifestation in areas with relatively high crime rates.
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SCP-2884-1 are CCTV cameras which appear in areas affected by SCP-2884. Instances of SCP-2884-1 appear only in locations outside of the view of pre-existing video surveillance equipment, often in excessive number, proximity and in seemingly illogical configurations.
5 instances radially arranged on a telephone pole at around average head height.
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9 instances observing different sections of a children's playground, 3 of which observe the sandbox.
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26 instances arranged on the wall of a residential apartment complex, each facing in a seemingly random direction.
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2 instances, 1 metre apart, facing each other.
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33 instances on the wall of an alleyway, all focused on a graffito of a home television set in white spray paint on the opposite wall. Text on the screen reads "Who's watching you?".
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Examination of instances of SCP-2884-1 suggests that they have been installed in a standard manner by persons unknown, despite instances having been observed in locations that would be extremely difficult to reach by conventional means. While it is known that the installation/appearance of instances of SCP-2884-1 generally occurs between the hours of 21:00 and 05:00, the exact moment of this occurrence has yet to be observed by Foundation personnel or standard video surveillance equipment.
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Instances of SCP-2884-1 appear to function with no visible power source. Disassembly has revealed that instances are constructed of a combination of standard, commercially-available electronics and a number of components of unknown origin. Some non-standard components are engraved with the image of a human eye.
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Instances of SCP-2884-1 cease functioning upon disassembly and have so far remained non-functional thereafter, despite meticulous reassembly.
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SCP-2884-2 are a collection of humanoid entities. Instances of SCP-2884-2 are physically and genetically identical, and do not display even slight variation in height, weight, build or skin tone. Instances lack fingerprints, hair, reproductive organs, and eyes. The ocular cavities of instances are hollow, and show signs of surgical removal of the ocular organs. Instances are invariably found wearing identical, dark blue riot gear and helmets. Atop each instance's helmet is a mounted CCTV camera (similar to instances of SCP-2884-1). Specialised cabling connects this camera directly to the brain stem of an SCP-2884-2 instance via the back of the neck, allowing the instance a sense of sight through the device. The means by which this nervous system interface is achieved is not fully understood.
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An instance of SCP-2884-2.
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Instances of SCP-2884-2 appear in an area when an instance of SCP-2884-1 observes a perceived "criminal" act. Instances will appear in groups of 2 to 10 in the nearest location not under immediate observation by nearby individuals or video equipment (with the exception of SCP-2884-1), and will then proceed to "punish" the offender. Forms of punishment include:
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partial or complete removal of articles of clothing from the offender(s)'s person;
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assault with blunt weapons;
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encircling the offender(s) and shouting loudly for up to 5 minutes;
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restraint, followed by an instance of SCP-2884-2 facing the offender(s) and reciting a nonsensical version of the Right to Silence1 before offender is physically carried to a location outside of the view of nearby individuals or video equipment.
The following transcript is of a combination of a portion of confiscated surveillance footage of ████ Street, ██████, Wales, recorded from 15:11 to 15:15 on 22/04/2009, and the cellphone footage and spoken testimony of a nearby witness (amnesticised after interview).
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15:11:22 - A civilian is seen sitting on a street bench and removing his shoes, within view of an instance of SCP-2884-1.
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15:11:27 - Three instances of SCP-2884-2 emerge from a nearby alleyway and approach the civilian.
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15:11:31 - Civilian appears to initially mistake instances of SCP-2884-2 for law enforcement, then inquires as to the purpose of the cameras on their helmets.
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15:11:36 - Two instances of SCP-2884-2 restrain the civilian while a third stands facing him. Confiscated cellphone footage begins now.
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Civilian: Oi! What are you doing?!
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SCP-2884-2-03: You are under arrest for the violation of Law 1130 - public indecency - and Law 3667 - the unauthorised use of a public bench.
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Civilian: This is a mistake! You have to let me go - I didn't do anything wrong!
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SCP-2884-2-03: You do not have to say anything, except nothing. But it may harm your defense if you do not question when mentioned something you later lie about in court. Anything you do say or do may be all said and done in evidence. Do you understand your rights as I have to you said and done them?
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Civilian:What? What does that — of course I don't bloody understand! What did I do? Where the hell are you taking me?! (struggles) Let me go you fucking tossers! Let me go!
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15:13:53 - Two instances of SCP-2884-2 drag civilian to the alleyway they emerged from. One remaining instance picks up civilian's shoes, then stares in the direction of the filming witness for 6 seconds before following. Neither the SCP-2884-2 instances nor the civilian re-emerge.
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Incident 2884-01:
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Instances of SCP-2884-2 are difficult to capture, mainly due to the brevity of their appearances. However, on 02/11/2010, a Foundation rapid response team was able to apprehend 5 instances of SCP-2884-2 following the reported assault of multiple civilians in the Greenwich area, London, by unidentified individuals in riot gear. Instances offered significant resistance, displaying above-normal levels of physical strength and resistance to aerosolised sedatives before being forcibly restrained. Captive instances designated SCP-2884-2-A through -E.
Date: 03/11/2010
+Interviewer: Dr. Carlisle
+Subject: SCP-2884-2-A
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Dr. Carlisle: Hello, SCP-2884-2-A. May I call you that? Or do you have another name?
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SCP-2884-2-A: [No vocalised response. Camera on subject's helmet slowly pans down from Dr. Carlisle's head to his hands, then up to his head again.]
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Dr. Carlisle: Very well. Why were you and your… associates… assaulting those people?
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SCP-2884-2-A: Violation of Law 51384: No gathering of more than two individuals is to take place within eight point four metres of a bird bath.
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Dr. Carlisle: Could you explain why that makes sense to you?
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SCP-2884-2-A: The law is the law. The Overseer makes the laws. The law makes sense.
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Dr. Carlisle: I see. Who is this "Overseer"?
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SCP-2884-2-A: The Overseer makes the laws. The Overseer watches everything.
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Dr. Carlisle: Alright; and what purpose do these laws serve?
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SCP-2884-2-A: The Overseer sees a future free of crime, filth and degradation. Free of corruption. Free of chemical addiction. Free of littering. Free of murder. Free of jaywalking. Free of rape. Free of loitering. Free of—
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Dr. Carlisle: That's quite enough. Tell me, how does the Overseer see all these things?
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SCP-2884-2-A: Through… [subject raises its shackled hands from the table and indicates towards the camera on its helmet] …the eyes.
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Dr. Carlisle: What happened to your eyes, SCP-2884-2-A? The ones in your skull.
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SCP-2884-2-A: Never had them. Don't need them.
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Dr. Carlisle: Are you sure? Because from here, without your visor, they look like they've been surgically removed.
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SCP-2884-2-A: Never had them. [subject leans forward slightly] Don't need them.
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Dr. Carlisle: I see. Now, back to this "Overseer"; do you know where he is now?
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SCP-2884-2-A: The Overseer is everywhere there are eyes to see. [subject pulls lips away from its teeth - assumed to be a 'smile'] The Overseer is watching you right now.
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<end transcript>
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No further information could be extracted from SCP-2884-2-A or -B. SCP-2884-2-A and -B terminated and submitted for autopsy. Remaining captive instances transferred to Site-06-3.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-291 must remain disconnected from any power source when not in use for testing. A team of two personnel should remain on guard outside SCP-291's containment room, and will be swapped out weekly. While disconnected from a power supply, SCP-291 may be considered safe. SCP-291's main entryway closes and locks upon disconnection from a power supply, but the door may be opened manually from the interior in the event of any personnel being trapped.
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All blocks of disassembled organism are to be kept stored in a designated storage locker within the containment room, and are to be properly labeled with a sharpie marker. Personnel responsible for lost or damaged blocks will be moved to other projects.
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Description: SCP-291 was located in [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-291 resembles a small building in structure, a nearly featureless steel box measuring 10.5 m x 30.2 m at the base, and 15 m tall. On one of the narrow sides, there is a large door (5 m wide) that opens upwards, similar to a garage door, composed of metal slats a few inches high each. There is no handle on the exterior of the door, and while closed, all attempts to open it using non-destructive methods have failed. The interior of the door features a lock that can be opened manually to lift the door for a few seconds, before an unknown mechanism will force it shut again. At the other end of SCP-291 is a similar opening with a lock and handle on the exterior and interior, allowing the door to be opened from either side. Two small, similar hatches only 1 m x 1 m can be found to the left of both doors, and may be opened from the exterior.
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The materials that compose SCP-291 do appear to be only as strong as any other example would suggest, and a force that would normally bend or cut through steel will do the same to SCP-291. Such testing is currently not allowed due to the risk of damaging SCP-291.
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The interior of SCP-291 is not well-explored due to the extremely tight confines of the machinery and strong pulses of electromagnetic energy through various points while activated.
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When connected to a suitable power source, SCP-291 activates with mechanical clanks and buzzing, and the entryway door springs open. The room inside is 4 m x 2 m, with a rather simple console board, a large display screen, and what has been described as a Plexiglas 'coffin' to one side, suitable in size for most humans under 2.13 m (7 ft) in height who are not morbidly obese. The 'coffin' rests on a conveyor belt a meter in height, the coffin itself being approximately a meter deep with a blue-green gel 'cushion' of unidentified material lining the bottom. It has been described as pleasantly form-fitting and very cool and soft. Several tubes emerge from the side of the room over the coffin.
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Opposite the coffin, a number of 'cubbyholes' of various sizes with small doors that may be opened or closed are present on the wall. Their purpose shall be elaborated upon later.
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When a living animal (human or otherwise) is laid in the coffin (dead organisms, organisms with a mass of less than 1.6 kilograms, and groups of multiple organisms triggered no reaction), no matter their position, the control room moves into the 'ready' state. In this state, the display screen shows a scanned, grid-lined image of the organism in the coffin, and the buttons on the console board become operable. Some of the smaller buttons will trigger different effects in the displayed image, such as toggling the 'skin' and 'muscles' of the display on and off, and revealing certain organs and organ systems, whether in real-time or frozen depending upon more settings. There are no words, numbers, or symbols on the display or any of the buttons, and all buttons have two settings: 'On', in which they glow, and 'Off', in which they are unlit. Various combinations produce different effects, and Dr. Rights has been kind enough to spend enough time "playing with it" to work up a crude user's manual. Three large buttons, visibly different from the controls for the display, are available to the side.
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Provided that a living organism is lying in the coffin, the first button may be pressed (pressing any buttons under other circumstances yields no effect, and the button remains 'off' no matter how many times pressed) and the tubes extending over the coffin dispense a blue liquid into the coffin. This unidentified liquid acts as a sedative upon skin contact, and the occupant of the coffin quickly falls unconscious. The liquid can apparently be inhaled and swallowed without any harm - D-class personnel have reported the taste to be similar to "Kool-Aid". Samples have yielded little results in identification. Once the coffin is filled to the brim, the liquid quickly congeals into a thick syrup, and then to a solid gel. Over this period, the occupant's detectable bodily functions (such as breathing and heartbeat) cease. This may be observed on the display screen.
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Once the liquid fully solidifies, the display screen shuts off and the conveyor belt starts to move. All attempts to stop the conveyor belt and remove either the coffin or the occupant cause the entire process to shut down, after which the blue liquid evaporates within a few minutes and the subject regains consciousness unharmed. The conveyor belt carries the coffin and occupant through a small door that quickly locks closed, and the entire machine becomes a cacophony of mechanical clanking, whirring, and grinding. The display screen will only display a rectangle that slowly fills, like a loading bar, as SCP-291 does its work. Depending upon the size of the organism, SCP-291 finishes its as-of-yet-unknown process in approximately twenty to thirty minutes, at which point the product can be retrieved at the opposite end of SCP-291.
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The back door of SCP-291 leads to a similar chamber, also containing a conveyor belt similar to the one that holds the coffin in the entryway. There is also a series of two dozen 'cubbyholes' or 'lockers', identical to those found in the entry room. These cubbyholes may be pulled out to retrieve their contents: parts of the organism, disassembled and preserved in blocks of an unidentified, clear solid. These blocks are quite strong, but they can be melted by extremely high temperatures, or shattered by sharp blows from a pick. However, breaking the blocks ruins the preservation method of SCP-291, and results in the preserved object being unusable. The rest of the block quickly begins to dissolve into dust after a few minutes. (See addendum for block designation.)
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Whole blocks, however, may be stored indefinitely until being re-inserted into SCP-291, via the 'cubbyholes' in the entrance room. Each block has a distinct size, and will only fit snugly in its designated hole. Placing blocks in the wrong holes gets no reaction from the machine, and will prevent it from being re-activated until the problem is fixed. Cubbies may be left empty, however, and it will function as normal. It is ill-advised to leave a cubby containing a vital organ empty.
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When the blocks are placed correctly and the doors to them shut, the second button on the console may be pressed. This does not work if the display shows a loading bar, as another operation is taking place. The doors to the cubbyholes lock for a few seconds, during which SCP-291 removes them through some means, and the machinery of the device grows louder, accompanied by another 'loading bar' on the display screen. Re-assembly takes slightly longer, approximately forty-fifty minutes to finish, after which a Plexiglas container, similar to the initial coffin, emerges from a door on the conveyor belt in the exit room, holding a fully-assembled organism immersed in blue liquid that slowly evaporates as the organism wakes.
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Re-assembled organisms have no memory of the process, likening the experience to a very restful, dreamless sleep. They awaken with some slight disorientation, but this passes after a few minutes, and they complain about being very hungry. Tests reveal that they are re-assembled with their stomachs empty. Organisms are also re-assembled nude, and devoid of any hair. A block containing what has been identified as the contents of the organism's digestive system, hair, scraps of clothing, and any other objects on the organism is deposited into one of the small side-doors outside the main doors, and may be considered waste. Surveillance and scanning equipment sent inside the machine is disposed of in the same way, often twisted and wrecked.
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Later testing revealed that organisms can be reassembled in different, potentially malicious ways. See addendum for testing results.
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The third button is only to be used should something go wrong, when the production stops and the button blinks. It undoes whatever has been done the best it can, and shuts down the whole process while triggering some kind of cleaning and 'reset' method.
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Addendum: Blocks are clear, and therefore the organs and body parts contained within may be easily identified and observed. The body is divided up like such:
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Heart
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Digestive System
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Reproductive organs
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Left eye
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Right eye
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Upper left torso and arm musculature up to the elbow and various organs
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Upper right torso and arm musculature up to the elbow and various organs
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Lower left torso and upper leg musculature and various organs
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Lower right torso and upper leg musculature and various organs
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Lower left leg and foot
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Lower right leg and foot
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Lower left arm and hand
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Lower right arm and hand
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Neck and head musculature and various organs
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Skeletal system from mid-spine up
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Skeletal system from mid-spine down
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Lymphatic and circulatory system from waist up
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Lymphatic and circulatory system from waist down
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Skin (neatly folded)
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Testing Results
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Reassembling a body without vital organs results in the production shutting down, requiring the use of the third button. The body will be re-deposited in block form at the exit, still inert.
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Reassembling a body without non-vital organs or body parts will result in that organ or body part being absent when the organism awakes, the wound sealed by unknown means that leave little to no scar tissue.
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Providing a body part for a missing body part will result in said body part being attached to its new body seemingly without fail. It has proved effective for heart transplants, limb transplants, and exchanging skin from one person to another.
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Swapping the brains of two people results in a complete transfer of that person's personality and memories, and may be reversed, although subjects are often very disoriented for several days and complain of psychological and physical discomfort, like "wearing shoes not quite the right size".
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Swapping body parts between different species has yielded mixed results. Dr. Rights has suggested that testing continue, and the request is pending. Only three successful cross-species transfers have occurred out of the twenty tests performed so far.
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001 - A cat's left eye was swapped out for a human's left eye. The subject could use the eye fully, and mentioned they felt they had adapted to it rather well. Their new left eye displayed all the abilities of a cat's eye, including difficulty seeing colors and heightened perception in the dark. (Although this test was unauthorized, the results were considered to be mildly impressive enough to allow further testing.) The cat, given a human eye, clawed its human eye out in a week.
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007 - A human's brain was successfully transferred into the body of an English mastiff, reportedly thanks to the dog's large skull size. He requested to be transferred back to his human body as soon as possible, though. The mastiff, in the human's body, learned to walk upright within a few hours and was disassembled again after an incident involving the humiliation of a female doctor.
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016 - A female class-D personnel had her reproductive organs switched with those of a pregnant Labrador retriever.
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No tests involving using SCP-291 with other SCPs have yet been authorized.
Object Class:Safe Euclid (Revision first proposed 11/30/12, confirmed on 2/4/13; see Incident Log 2925-A and Related Documents, and Formal Request for Upgrade)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2925 is currently contained at a dedicated facility for its containment in an airtight, reinforced, blast-resistant chamber, appropriate for Epsilon-4 Class “Highly Valuable Objects” protection. The chamber is temperature-controlled and completely dark to ensure no changes in energy within the system of the room. All interactions with SCP-2925 must be undertaken with extreme care to ensure no unnecessary changes in energy present within the object.
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The facility itself is isolated from other containment sites, due to the high value nature of the object, and a prior intelligence leak that resulted in the object’s acquisition by hostile agents. Onsite guard patrols consist of 6 rotating shifts of guards along with mobile security forces on standby in the event of a breach of the facility containing SCP-2925.
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As of 11/30/12, no further testing with SCP-2925 is to take place.
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Description: SCP-2925 is a glass sphere, roughly 10 cm in diameter and 1 kilogram in mass, that is capable of anomalous energy creation and storage.
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SCP-2925 violates the first law of thermodynamics by mimicking any changes in energy of its surroundings and storing the change in energy within itself. For example, if SCP-2925 were lifted by 3 meters, resulting in a net gain of 29.4 joules of gravitational potential energy for SCP-2925, SCP-2925 is somehow capable of duplicating said energy and storing it within the object. Thus, SCP-2925 would not only gain 29.4 joules of gravitational energy, but would also store 29.4 joules of gravitational energy within it.
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Testing has been unable to identify any forms of energy or energy transfer that SCP-2925 cannot replicate. SCP-2925 has, to date, successfully duplicated the following sources of energy transfer.
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Increasing the surface temperature of SCP-2925 to duplicate thermal energy.
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Moving SCP-2925 in order to duplicate kinetic energy.
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Increasing the height of SCP-2925 in order to duplicate gravitational energy.
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Placing SCP-2925 in a compressed spring in order to duplicate elastic energy.
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Causing sound near SCP-2925 in order to duplicate sonic energy
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Shining light on SCP-2925 in order to duplicate light energy
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Notably, changes that would result in a loss of energy for SCP-2925 (e.g, lowering it) do not seem to cause a loss of stored energy. It is also unknown how exactly SCP-2925 stores the energy it duplicates, as well as any limit in how much energy it can store.
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Any structural damage that causes SCP-2925 to fracture, shatter, or otherwise expose the interior contents of SCP-2925 immediately leads to a violent reaction that results in the release of all energy stored in SCP-2925 in the form of an explosion. Given the ability of SCP-2925 to easily duplicate energy, the release of SCP-2925’s stored energy can cause extensive damage.
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Following the release of all stored energy, SCP-2925 reconstitutes itself within 30 minutes of the release of energy at the same site where it was sufficiently damaged.
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Given that SCP-2925’s glass structure does not seem to be any more shatter-resistant than normal untempered glass, rupturing the object does not require much force, since the surface of SCP-2925 is also quite thin, thus requiring extreme care when handling the object.
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SCP-2925 was initially discovered by Foundation agents in 1954 in the Russian Far East region. SCP-2925 was dropped on a high altitude bombing drill by Soviet bomber pilots under the cover of nuclear weapon testing, though it was in actuality a test of SCP-2925’s capabilities. Said drop resulted in the release of the equivalent of 13 megatons of TNT, over 370 times the combined output of the release of the atomic bombs “Little Boy” and “Fat Man” on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and nearly matching the Castle Bravo test, the largest nuclear test ever conducted by the United States, which released 15 megatons of TNT. Foundation agents recovered the object following the test at the center of the blast radius.
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In addition, the governments of the United States and the Russian Federation have requested control of SCP-2925 on multiple occasions. In particular, the Russian government has made multiple demands for the return of SCP-2925, due to the perceived “theft” of the object from its predecessor, the Soviet Union.
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All requests are to be denied, by order of the O5 Council. Should diplomatic agents make any mention of SCP-2925, Foundation assets are not to respond in kind.
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Incident Log 2925-A: On 1/25/10, the Group of Interest known as the Chaos Insurgency launched an attack on Site 139 in order to acquire several SCP objects. During the raid, 5 researchers and 14 guards were killed. 10 researchers and 20 guards were also wounded in the attack. Chaos Insurgency casualties were estimated at over 40 killed and wounded. During the attack, SCP-2925 was lost, and presumed stolen by the Insurgency at the time.
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A Foundation assault of an Insurgency base on 11/29/12 resulted in the recapture of SCP-2925 along with the original research notes concerning SCP-2925. An interrogation of an Insurgency researcher included the following exchange.
The following took place roughly 2 hours into the interrogation session.
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Woodson: So, then on to a different question. SCP-2925. The glass sphere. How does it play into things?
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Bengtsson: It…was a high priority target in a raid several years ago. I think the value is quite obvious.
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Woodson: How were you planning on using it?
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Bengtsson: I cannot say.
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Woodson: You and I both know that’s a lie. Are you going to tell me the truth or do I have to ask again?
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Bengtsson: (Pauses) We were planning on filling it with energy and using it like a bomb. Fly it over a base, you shoot down the plane, the sphere falls, no more base. It is a reusable weapon of mass destruction. The use is obvious.
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Woodson: So how much energy have you filled that thing up with right now?
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Bengtsson: Of that, I could not say. Perhaps it has the energy of a hand grenade. It could have enough to blow up a house. Or a neighborhood. Or even a city. Maybe it simply has the energy of a kitchen toaster. I was not privy to such things.
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Further interrogation led to no conclusive answers on how much energy is present in SCP-2925. To this date, no attempts to gauge how much energy SCP-2925 has stored have succeeded. A formal request for upgrade to Euclid status was submitted at this point.
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Related Documents: Documents seized from the Chaos Insurgency indicated that the Group of Interest had spent considerable resources in order to conduct research into the origin of SCP-2925.
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The Insurgency identified the original researcher in charge of SCP-2925 as a Dr. Yevgeniy Golovkin, a former GRU-P scientist. Dr. Golovkin excavated the object from an Aztec site in central Mexico, as well as discovering a previously unknown codex. Insurgency personnel interrogated Dr. Golovkin and seized all of his research on the object. Relevant portions are compiled here, along with other Insurgency documents.
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A reproduction of the image mentioned in Dr. Golovkin's research. Note the shimmering orb present on the deity's chest.
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Agents were finally able to recover the codex, which is a minor miracle, considering how many of these were destroyed.
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The codex confirms my research that the orb is indeed a religious piece, and not a weapon, as Dr. Zyuganov believed. Interestingly, the codex includes a reprint of the image of the supreme deity Tezcatlipoca from the earlier discovered Codex Borgia, and it notes that the disc on the chest of the deity is in fact, the orb.
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This would suggest that the theory on the orb’s religious significance in sacrifices is worth some further investigation…
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Insurgency Interrogation of Dr. Golovkin
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(Previous portions redacted for brevity)
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Interrogator: Tell us more about the orb. If it’s not a weapon, then what is it?
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Dr. Golovkin: You have heard of Aztec sacrifices?
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Interrogator: Sure, freaky looking priest cuts out someone’s beating heart. What’s your point?
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Dr. Golovkin: Sacrifices in all religious ceremonies serve the same purpose. Killing a goat or a person is intended to be an offering of the energy of the creature itself….The bigger the creature sacrificed, the more energy you offer, leading to a bigger response from what common people call deities.
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Interrogator: Why does a god care about sacrifices or energy?
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Dr. Golovkin: Energy is the basic unit of currency for the entire universe…every action requires some form of it, and all entities are bound to the requirements of energy consumption…even gods. Offering energy is a way of currying favor.
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Interrogator: So you’re suggesting that this orb…
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Dr. Golovkin: …is a sacrificial centerpiece. A bargaining chip that makes a man the equal of a god.
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Insurgency Internal Memorandum
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To: VPAR82, SNKE03, ZEJO56, AAAA01
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Subject: Concerning the object known as the “Orb”
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Body: Intelligence recovered from Dr. Golovkin and the codex match up with our ongoing research on the object. Following 4 weeks of energy collection, researchers were able to make contact and sustain a connection to trans-dimensional entity Epsilon. Negotiations for an exchange are underway, but the lawyer tells me we should be able to get the primary target. This deal should make both sides veeery happy, to say the least.
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Formal Request for Upgrade: Dr. Sonia Oland submitted the following request for upgrade.
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The documents we captured from the Chaos Insurgency, along with more intensive research on the subject from our own personnel have yielded a few conclusions concerning SCP-2925.
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1) Dr. Golovkin's hypothesis has been tentatively confirmed, as tests have concluded that there is evidence of anomalous reality manipulation or extradimensional transfer of energy/matter using this object at some point.
+2) Historical research of the object has revealed that it belonged to a minor Aztec tribe, whose numbers imply that they could never have used the object efficiently enough for major sacrifices.
+3) We have no idea whether or not the Insurgency was able to successfully complete the transfer mentioned in their internal memo. If they did, we have no idea with whom the transfer was completed, and what they gained in return for their offering.
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On the basis of conclusion 3, this leaves us with two possibilities.
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1) If the Insurgency was not able to finish their transfer, we're left with an object of enormous potential value to the Insurgency (and whoever they contacted), which makes this an enormous risk for containment breach by external actors, to say nothing of the fact that this is still a thin glass sphere that potentially contains enough energy to obliterate an entire base.
+2) The possibility that worries me more is that the Insurgency was able to complete the transfer. That would leave us dealing with an extradimensional deity who now has been given a significant amount of power by the Insurgency. Even worse, the thought of whatever could possibly have been given in return to the Insurgency does not exactly paint a bright picture.
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Requesting an immediate upgrade to Euclid status, along with the cessation of all testing.
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Following unanimous vote of the O5 Council, SCP-2925 was upgraded to Euclid status. Object moved to dedicated facility under current containment procedures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-336 is to be provided living quarters 6m x 6m in size, maintained regularly. This maintenance, as well as all other tasks requiring direct contact with SCP-336, are to be carried out exclusively by female personnel. SCP-336 may make requests for furnishings or items; however, approval of these requests is contingent on SCP-336's cooperation with personnel and subject to the project's head researcher's approval. Requests for access to anomalous or dangerous items are to be denied.
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A voice modulator device, fitted over SCP-336’s mouth, is to be checked and maintained by Level 0 personnel weekly. The modulator may be unlocked with a six-digit combination provided to personnel level 2 and higher for the purpose of testing SCP-336. In the event of the device’s failure or unintended deactivation, local lockdown procedures are to be respected until SCP-336 has been isolated.
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Description: SCP-336 appears to be a pale-skinned human female of otherwise Arabic or Middle-Eastern descent in its late twenties. SCP-336 is 1.73m (5ft,8in) in height and weighs 68kg (150lbs) as of its last physical. Subject requires no sleep or sustenance, and does not appear to be affected by aging or sickness of any nature. The object is anatomically human with the exception of dermal irregularities along the thighs and calves, which appear structurally similar to reptilian scales.
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SCP-336 behaves impassively and detached with regards to human beings and demonstrates highly introverted behavior. The subject is highly intelligent and analytical, having scored in the 95th percentile or above in most intelligence tests. A noticeable improvement in attitude is observed when SCP-336 uses a mirror, as the subject has been noted to be highly narcissistic, and has a tendency to spend long periods of time admiring its reflection.
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Human subjects directly exposed to the unobstructed vocalizations of SCP-336 experience one of two effects depending on the presence of a Y chromosome in the subject’s genome. Subjects lacking a Y chromosome and possessing otherwise healthy reproductive systems will experience inexplicable infertility. The duration of this infertility varies, but is directly proportional to the length of exposure.
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Subjects with a Y chromosome experience a separate anomaly that presents itself after 2-3 hours of exposure to SCP-336’s voice. During an affected subject's next regular sleep cycle, he will instead enter a coma 6 to 8 hours in duration in place of normal rest. Over the course of this coma, approximately 100 grams of non-essential tissue (typically from the subject's rib cage) will separate from the subject seamlessly and inexplicably increase in mass, transforming into a full-grown instance of SCP-336-1 before the subject awakens.
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Instances of SCP-336-1 are various adult female organisms formed from disparate anatomical elements selected seemingly at random from two or more genetically unrelated vertebrates. 90% of instances incorporate elements from two or more of the following species: Homo sapiens; Aquila fasciata (Bonelli's Eagle); Vipera ammodytes (Sand Viper); Panthera leo persica (Asiatic Lion); Bos primigenius (Aurochs - extinct); Equus ferus przewalskii (Mongolian Wild Horse); and an unidentified subspecies of Capra aegagrus (wild goat). Current findings suggest that the genetic makeup of the affected subject directly correlates with the composition of the corresponding instance; research is ongoing. The majority of these hybrids are not anatomically viable and typically expire within two weeks. Surviving instances are irrationally violent and demonstrate no evidence of higher intelligence.
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SCP-336 has demonstrated mild disdain for instances of SCP-336-1, and has been reluctant to discuss both the organisms and the means of their creation. As SCP-336 has been otherwise cooperative with Foundation personnel, the reason for this behavior is unknown.
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Addendum 336-01: Recent experimentation has identified an irregularity in the object's effects on subjects whose Y chromosomes exhibit the Cohen Modal Haplotype. Instances of SCP-336-01 formed from such subjects are exclusively Homo sapiens, with no hybridized anatomy. Additionally, these instances demonstrate intelligence and limited innate knowledge, including fluent speech in the subject's native language. Two of these instances have been retained for long term study.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents within aerospace organizations are to monitor for discovery of SCP-3485. Class-A amnestics are to be administered to personnel with memories of SCP-3485. In the event that the discovery of SCP-3485 is published, false information is to be disseminated flagging it as a hoax.
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Description: SCP-3485 is an extranormally large specimen of Homarus gammarus, or common lobster, located seventeen light-years away from Earth. SCP-3485 measures approximately 1.57 x 106 kilometers from head to tail. For comparison, the Sun is 1.39 x 106 kilometers in diameter.
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Multiple major differences have been noted between SCP-3485 and non-anomalous lobsters, aside from its massive difference in size. Firstly, the carapace of SCP-3485 is abnormally resistant to damage. In multiple instances, collisions with exo-planets have left no signs of damage. In addition, SCP-3485 shows no signs of burns or radiation damage from its regular, extended contact with small stars.
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Secondly, SCP-3485 has a complex digestive system adapted to its esoteric diet. The primary food source of SCP-3485 is residue created by stars during fission reactions, such as leftover hydrogen and helium. SCP-3485 has also been observed to feed on star material by itself; feeding is accomplished using heat-resistant tendons located in its mouth.
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To digest this material, SCP-3485 has an extremely efficient digestive system that uses a poorly understood nuclear reaction to process material. This digestive system is capable of complete mass-energy conversion and produces no waste products.
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Thirdly, SCP-3485 has an efficient transportation system that negates the need for nutrients and oxygen. The bloodstream of SCP-3485 does not use blood, but rather a highly conductive gaseous solution to transport electrical energy. In addition to this, multiple high-efficiency recycling systems replace regular respiratory procedures responsible for life. This fluid also heats up during energy transportation, generating enough heat to keep SCP-3485 alive, essentially negating the Square Cube Law1.
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Finally, SCP-3485 is capable of instantaneously teleporting itself to other stars to use them as a fuel source. It is unknown how SCP-3485 accomplishes this.
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Aside from these modifications, SCP-3485 has the same systems as a non-anomalous lobster, although scaled up by several orders of magnitude. SCP-3485 is normally very sluggish, due to its large size and the time required for nervous signals to travel across its body. However, it is unknown how SCP-3485 does not collapse according to the rules of gravity, or how it is biologically immortal.
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Discovery: SCP-3485 was discovered by amateur astronomer Ronald ███████ in 1998. He attempted to publish his findings in a scientific journal, and was met with mass ridicule. The Foundation discovered SCP-3485 after investigating ███████'s findings in 2001.
09/08/2001: Atmos Telescope is directed towards [EXACT COORDINATES REDACTED]. SCP-3485 is observed to be feeding off of a smaller star. SCP-3485 is classified in the Foundation database.
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04/05/2003: SCP-3485 observed to transport itself to another star. First recorded movement of SCP-3485.
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06/07/2004: SCP-3485 transports itself to the Crab Nebula. It stays there for 3 hours before returning to its star.
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09/30/2004: SCP-3485 transports itself to the Crab Nebula once again.
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08/22/2007: SCP-3485 transports itself to another star in the [REDACTED] region, and discovers SCP-3485-1 in orbit of it. SCP-3485-1 appears to be the shell of another specimen of SCP-3485.
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06/25/2007: SCP-3485 transports both itself and SCP-3485-1 to the star it was previously stationed at.
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06/27/2007: SCP-3485 observed to feed star material directly into SCP-3485-1's mouth.
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08/14/2008: SCP-3485 transports itself and SCP-3485-1 to the Crab Nebula.
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09/01/2008: SCP-3485 and SCP-3485-1 return to the previous star.
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10/12/2008: SCP-3485 attempts to initiate mating rituals with SCP-3485-1 and fails.
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11/12/2008: SCP-3485 attempts to initiate mating rituals again, and fails.
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11/25/2008: SCP-3485 uses its claws to create a hole inside of SCP-3485-1, revealing it to be hollow.
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11/26/2008: SCP-3485 incinerates SCP-3485-1 in the star it is orbiting.
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11/28/2008: SCP-3485 reaches into the star, possibly in an attempt to recover SCP-3485-1. Its claws are burnt as a result.
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12/05/2008: SCP-3485 transports itself to the Crab Nebula, and remains there until 04/12/2008.
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04/12/2008: SCP-3485 transports itself to a third star, and resumes normal behavior.
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05/06/2014 - 05/13/2014: 2014 expedition to SCP-3485 occurs. Data is gathered.
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09/12/2015: SCP-3485 transports itself to an area of space in the [REDACTED] region, despite the lack of stars or any discernable food source.
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03/03/2016: Due to the fact that SCP-3485 has not moved from its area since 2015, and that it might starve itself, the 2016 expedition commences.
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03/05/2016: Dr. ███████ notes the similarities between the area SCP-3485 inhabits and previous sites of Class C "Broken Entry" wormholes.
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Special Containment Procedures:SCP-3627 is to be contained in a standard non-humanoid holding cell at Site ██. SCP-3627 is to be kept in a soundproof containment cell under constant video surveillance. Any recorded instances of unprompted anomalous behavior on the part of SCP-3627 are to be reported to a supervisor of Level 3 clearance or higher.
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Description: SCP-3627 is a children’s music box approximately 23cm x 15cm x 8cm in size. The word “ACROBATS” is written on the front of SCP-3627, below which is a glass casing containing two acrobat figurines connected at the hands to a rotating axle. At the base of SCP-3627 is a small compartment with the phrase “DREAMY JASTERS” written in faded paint. No company or manufacturing labels are present on SCP-3627, and attempts to identify the origins of SCP-3627 have been unsuccessful.
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The anomalous properties of SCP-3627 manifest when a human inserts an object into SCP-3627’s base compartment. Objects inserted by nonhuman entities have not triggered any anomalous phenomena. Upon the insertion of an object and the closing of the compartment, the two acrobat figurines within SCP-3627 will rotate around the central axle, and a series of chime-like sounds will be produced. The exact pattern of these sounds varies depending on the object inserted and the individual performing the insertion. A single iteration of the pattern will generally last between 5 and 15 seconds and will repeat for a period between 4 and 8 hours. Attempts to open the compartment door during this process using conventional means have been met with failure.
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Subjects who have experienced the effects of SCP-3627 report vivid and emotionally charged dreams. Although the contents of these dreams vary widely between instances, certain similarities are always present.
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Dreams invoked by SCP-3627 always exhibit some relation to the inserted object, whether it be directly, through the literal presence of the object in the dream, or indirectly, through an idea or experience that the subject associates with the object.
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Despite the frequent presence of disturbing content within these dreams, subjects will ultimately view them as a positive experience, and will feel a sense of peace upon awakening.
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Subjects who experience dreams invoked by SCP-3627 will lose any prior attachments to the inserted object, as well as any personal or abstract concepts associated with said object. This is the only known permanent effect of SCP-3627.
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Upon the conclusion of the musical pattern, the object formerly inserted into SCP-3627 will no longer be present within the compartment. The location of inserted objects following their disappearance is currently unknown. In place of the object will be a 6cm x 6cm segment of paper containing a typed note.
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Notes delivered by SCP-3627 are generally between 6 and 12 lines long, and are loosely formatted in iambic pentameter (see Addendum 3627.3) with an alternating rhyme scheme. While these notes are generally only produced after the insertion of an object and the completion of SCP-3627’s auditory process, the appearance of a note without the occurrence of these events has been observed on 1 2 occasions. The notes themselves are non-anomalous in their physical composition. However, the written contents of the notes indicate a level of sentience on the part of SCP-3627. The notes are always directed at the subject who most recently experienced SCP-3627 auditory effects, and generally provide cryptic analysis and advice regarding their relation to the inserted object (see Addendum 3627.2 for more information). SCP-3627 always uses plural pronouns when referring to itself within these notes, suggesting that multiple entities may be responsible for SCP-3627’s effects. SCP-3627 will occasionally reference its SCP status and its current location within Foundation custody, as well as knowledge of other SCPs and Foundation activities. SCP-3627’s level of knowledge regarding the Foundation is currently unknown, as is its means of accessing said knowledge.
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Addendum 3627.1:Initial Discovery
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SCP-3627 was discovered by Agent ██████ during a routine thrift shop sweep in ████████, Montana. Upon inspection, SCP-3627 produced the following note. No objects were inserted prior to the production of this message, and no auditory phenomena were observed.
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Hello, Agent ██████, it seems you’ve found
+An object that is worth being secured
+Contained, and yes, protected for its sound
+A wondrous tune that you have not yet heard
+Just place a gift into our waiting grasp
+A memory that haunts your waking mind
+And in return we shall relax the clasp
+That keeps it with your soul so intertwined
+Your line of work is filled with those who need
+the closure and the peace that we bestow
+Bring those that are desiring of this deed
+we’ll ease the pain and help them to let go
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Upon realizing the note contained obvious allusions to the Foundation, Agent ██████ purchased the object and delivered it to containment personnel at Site ██
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Addendum 3627.2:Experiment Logs
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The following experiments detail the effects of SCP-3627 on certain individuals upon the insertion of certain objects. Information pertaining to the psychological and personal history of the subjects has been included, as it is believed to be pertinent to the resultant effects of SCP-3627.
Inserted Object: Wedding ring belonging to Subject D-2213
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Information of Note: Subject’s husband died in an automobile accident four months prior to Foundation recruitment. Psychiatric testing has revealed severe emotional trauma resulting from this event.
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Results: Subject recalled dreaming of her wedding day. The dream was identical to her memories of her actual wedding day with the exception of the groom, who was motionless throughout the ceremony and appeared to be in an advanced state of decay. Neither the subject nor anyone else attending the ceremony were bothered by this. Upon being instructed to “kiss the bride”, the subject recalled the transfer of a warm, viscous, and malodorous fluid from the groom's mouth into her own. Subject was once again unphased, and swallowed the entirety of the fluid produced, recalling that it produced a “warm, comforting feeling” inside her. Following this exchange, the groom disappeared and was absent for the duration of the ceremony. Subject awoke shortly after cutting into the wedding cake.
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Upon awakening, the subject was unbothered by the disappearance of her wedding ring. Subject reported a strong sense of closure regarding the death of her husband, stating that “I know he’ll always be a part of me and that he would want me to move on”. Long-term psychiatric analysis has confirmed a notable improvement in the subject’s mental health.
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The note produced by SCP-3627 following this experiment is as follows:
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No pain is like the bondage of two souls
+Detached by cruel and unforgiving fate
+But true pain is when one’s own grief controls
+The life that still remains under its weight
+We cannot say for sure if you will meet
+Again upon a distant rising dawn
+But if your memories are still complete
+Your lover’s soul is never truly gone
Information of Note: Subject enjoys drawing as a recreational hobby.
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Results: Subject recalled dreaming of a windowless brick room lit by a single incandescent light bulb. The room bore a heavy resemblance to the basement of the subject’s childhood home. Subject recalled frantically scribbling on dozens of sheets of paper and taping them to the left wall of the room. Once finished, the scribblings formed the shape of a humanoid figure. The humanoid figure then emerged from the papers and became a three-dimensional being resembling the subject, although with slight differences in facial structure. Subject then recalled being assaulted by the figure and pressed against the wall, causing him to become a two dimensional being confined to the papers. Subject at this point entered an omniscient point of view, as he saw the figure exit the room through a previously nonexistent door which lead into the street of a suburban neighborhood. At this point, the passage of time appeared to increase in rate, as houses on either side of the street gradually decayed and were overgrown by plant life. The figure was seemingly unaffected by this process, and stood motionlessly in the street. After several minutes, the passage of time returned to a normal rate, and a mushroom cloud indicative of a nuclear detonation appeared in the distance. Subject awoke shortly after watching the figure slowly melt in the street and detecting a strong odor of burning paper.
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Upon awakening, the subject showed little interest in drawing. Subject displays no displeasure toward drawing, and was able to draw upon instruction with the same level of skill as before, but stated that he “just didn’t feel any desire to do it anymore”. To date, the subject still has not partaken in drawing or any other visual artistic medium without being instructed to do so.
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The note produced by SCP-3627 following this experiment is as follows:
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The one and only noble goal of man
+To leave one’s mark forever on the Earth
+Is strived for through whatever means one can
+Create a piece of true artistic worth
+Alas, the subtle marks upon one’s soul
+Cannot be cloned by any mortal hands
+A life is better lived when short and whole
+Than stretched across the ever shifting sands
Inserted Object: Video recording device remotely connected to a viewing monitor.
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Information of Note: Experiment aims to observe the destination of objects inserted into SCP-3627. Dr. █████, head of SCP-3627 experimentation, performed the insertion in order to gain a better idea of the dreaming process.
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Results: Subject recalled dreaming of a hallway located in a foundation containment facility similar to site ██. The hallway was lined with containment cells containing numerous SCPs. Subject specifically recalled seeing SCP-███, SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-████, despite none of these SCPs being stored in the same facility in reality. Subject recalls being suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of dread, and sprinting through multiple corridors in an attempt to exit the facility. The layout of the building was nonsensical and labyrinthine, containing multiple unnecessary loops and dead ends. Upon locating an exit, the subject ran several hundred meters from the facility before gaining enough composure to look back. The facility was several hundred times larger than any active Foundation site, and had the same approximate dimensions as a human heart. The outside of the building was lined with several thousand containment cells, each containing an SCP. The facility began to beat at regular intervals, sending tremors through the surrounding area. Subject recalled losing balance from the force of the vibrations. The tremors slowly increased in magnitude until the surrounding land “shattered”, and the subject was left falling through a “black, swirling void”. Subject awoke shortly thereafter.
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Upon awakening, subject destroyed all video footage received from the inserted recording device, stating that “some things are better left unexplained”. Subject later submitted a formal resignation, and was administered amnestics and released.
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The note produced by SCP-3627 following this experiment is as follows:
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The human’s sense of curiosity
+Is what puts them above the animals
+But there are things that man should best not see
+That can’t be kept within foundation walls
+The tortured minds of ancient horrors shriek
+Their calls can shred the Earth and tear the skies
+If their secrets you do persist to seek
+Then you’re seeking your very own demise
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Further experimentation on SCP-3627 has been discontinued indefinitely.
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Addendum 3627.3:Incident Report █/█/20██
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On █/█/20██, 87 days after experimentation on SCP-3627 was discontinued, SCP-3627 produced a pattern of tones without the prior insertion of an object. These tones could be heard outside of SCP-3627’s holding cell, and caused two D-Class personnel to fall unconscious (this was the first instance of SCP-3627 invoking REM sleep in multiple individuals at once). The pattern of tones was repeated for 2 minutes and 34 seconds, a notably shorter duration than those previously observed. Upon the conclusion of the pattern, both subjects awoke and immediately attempted to access the holding cell containing SCP-3627, first by attempting to guess the access code, then by repeatedly ramming into the cell. Their activity was eventually detected by the on-site security system, and armed Foundation personnel were dispatched to the area. Both subjects were successfully terminated before causing a containment breach. SCP-3627’s containment procedures have been updated accordingly.
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The following note was found within SCP-3627 shortly after the incident.
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We revealed ourselves to you
+So that you would take us in
+We did this because we knew
+You had no short supply of sin
+We thought we’d help you to let go
+to ease the guilt and help you heal
+but we were fools, for now we know
+you have no guilt that you could feel
+You really think you’re going good
+with all that you collect
+But then again, of course you would
+Secure. Contain. Protect.
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+Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts.
+Explicit depiction of sexual acts.
+Features non-consensual sexual acts.
+Depiction of severe mistreatment of children
+Depiction of self-harm
+Depiction of suicide
+Depiction of torture
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3684 is currently stored in a standard containment locker at Site-32, and requires Level-3/3684 clearance to access. SCP-3684-1 instances are similarly contained to a maximum limit of twenty, after which additional instances may be destroyed. Lead produced by SCP-3684 is non-anomalous, and may be destroyed or repurposed at the discretion of either the Site Director or current project lead for SCP-3684.
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Any person or entity identified as SCP-3684-A is to be given full care as required, with Midwifery specialists on hand until such a time as anomalous effects cease.
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Description: SCP-3684 is a sex doll made in the image of a stereotypical western cowboy. SCP-3684 is entirely inanimate until an individual (designated SCP-3684-A) approaches it and expresses a desire to engage in sexual intercourse. At this point, SCP-3684 will animate itself and engage in intercourse with SCP-3684-A. SCP-3684 seems to have an innate understanding of SCP-3684-A's sexual desires, and will alter its behavior to match its current partner(s).
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SCP-3684's primary anomaly is activated when it nears the end of sexual intercourse.1 At this point, it will vocalize the phrase "I'm going to pump you full of lead." Immediately following this vocalization, SCP-3684 will ejaculate up to three liters of molten lead either inside or onto SCP-3684-A. This lead is incapable of harming SCP-3684-A until it comes out of contact with SCP-3684-A for at least five minutes, at which point it will solidify and cool to roughly 40 degrees Celsius. The source of this lead is unknown, and SCP-3684 appears to be able to produce an unlimited amount from within itself.
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The lead produced by SCP-3684 also functions identically to semen, and is capable of impregnating SCP-3684's partners. Pregnancy in females will function as normal, however at a much-accelerated rate.2 SCP-3684-1 refers to any offspring born between SCP-3684 and an SCP-3684-A individual. These offspring will mature rapidly, growing to their full size after roughly five weeks. SCP-3684-1 are virtually identical to SCP-3684, though they are only about 70% its size and are made of various combinations of ceramics and flesh.
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Male SCP-3684-A instances are also capable of being impregnated by SCP-3684's effect. How this is accomplished is unknown, but due to the location of the unborn SCP-3684-1 instance male pregnancies do not last. The unborn SCP-3684-1 instances are most commonly excreted after 3-4 days. To date, the longest male pregnancy lasted 8 days.
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All SCP-3684-1 instances share SCP-3684's anomalous properties, with minor differences. SCP-3684-1 instances are incapable of being impregnated, with female instances splitting into two SCP-3684-1 instances after being used. Additionally, when any SCP-3684-1 instance engages in intercourse, all other instances will become animated and attempt to travel to the approximate location of said intercourse. Once they reach the aforementioned location they will request to participate in the ongoing intercourse. In the event that permission to participate is denied, the SCP-3684-1 instance will immediately dissolve into between 300 and 400 liters of molten lead, which will hurl itself towards the primary SCP-3684-1 instance and will be ejaculated at the end of intercourse. Where this lead is generated from is unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-3696's distance, mass and size, any physical means of containing SCP-3696 using technology currently at the Foundation’s disposal is impossible. Implanted Foundation agents in major observatories and space programs are to contain images of SCP-3696, research data of its gravimetric effect2, as well as scientific theories which would cast doubt on the ongoing cover story. An ongoing misinformation campaign is in effect, currently aimed at perpetuating the existence of the Norma Cluster to ease compliance with current physics models. This campaign has thus far been able to completely suppress any knowledge pertaining to SCP-3696 from public awareness.
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The Foundation’s DEep spaCE anoMalous oBservER (DECEMBER) satellite is to monitor SCP-3696 from an Earth-trailing orbit and report all sudden activity regarding SCP-3696 to Foundation Observation Sites.
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Description: SCP-3696 is an intergalactic gravitational anomaly located at the center of the Laniakea Supercluster3. The anomaly’s position on Earth’s celestial sphere resides within the area of the sky which is obscured by the Zone of Avoidance. This makes SCP-3696 currently impossible to directly observe due to the obscuring effects of the Milky Way’s galactic plane. As such, the properties of this anomaly were determined by noting its measurable effect on galactic clusters across a region of several hundred million light-years.
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Measurements taken of SCP-3696 suggest that it is a highly localized concentration of mass many thousands of times more massive than the Milky Way galaxy. Current physics models place such a mass-heavy physical structure as an impossibility. In addition, current gravitational models using data recorded by the Foundation’s ‘DECEMBER’ satellite suggest that SCP-3696 is attracting the Milky Way’s galactic cluster towards it at a rate of 7.1 Mm/s.
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Galactic clusters determined to be opposite SCP-3696 from the Milky Way’s are all blueshifted, in accordance with Hubble’s Law, indicating not only that they are approaching SCP-3696 relative to the Milky Way’s and to each other, but the variations in their blueshift are sufficient to reveal the existence of the anomaly. The variations in their blueshifts cover a range of velocities from about +700 km/s to +100 km/s, depending on the angular deviation from the direction to SCP-3696. Variation in velocity was also dependent on distance from SCP-3696, with a range covering ███ █m/s to 5.1 Mm/s. Should the Milky Way follow this velocity trend, galactic ██████████████ as a result of SCP-3696’s gravitational influence is expected to occur in ███ million years.
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Addendum-1a:
+SCP-3696 was first discovered by civilian astronomers in 198█ following a series of observations by X-Ray astronomer Dr. ████ █████ in █████,█████████, the target of which appeared to violate the idea of uniform universal expansion. SCP-3696 has only continued to display properties which place it in stark opposition to conventional astrophysical theory.
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Addendum-2a:
+Following Event-3696-20██-09, it is imperative that the Norma Cluster cover story is upheld with the utmost priority. Efforts of Sites tasked with observing SCP-3696 is to be focused on recording any similar incidents, discern how SCP-3696 was able to ██████████████ an entire galaxy in just █ hours and develop methods to stop the process.
Foundation Observation Sites: Hawaii, Atacama
+Foundation Satellites: DECEMBER
+██/09/20██: 08:20 UTC - DECEMBER satellite records a steady growth of Cherenkov radiation coming from the area of space taken up by SCP-3696. Hawaii and Atacama Observation Sites (respectfully hereon referred to as HOS, AOS) alerted.
+██/09/20██: 08:40 UTC - HOS relays confirmation of DECEMBER’s findings as background radiation levels spike. Cover story of a powerful gamma ray burst passing close to the stellar neighborhood prepared while observations of SCP-3696 continued.
+██/09/20██: 08:50 UTC - AOS reports that the exact source of the radiation is a galaxy ███ thousand light years from SCP-3696, hereon referred to as DW-8252.
+██/09/20██: 09:10 UTC - HOS reports faint long-wavelength radiation trailing the Cherenkov surge. Several minutes later AOS announces that DW-8252 has dramatically blueshifted and is rapidly increasing in velocity.
+██/09/20██: 09:30 UTC - After double checking their equipment for faults, AOS reports that 0.██% of stars in DW-8252 have gone superluminal.
+██/09/20██: 10:20 UTC - HOS confirms AOS’ report.
+██/09/20██: 11:30 UTC - DECEMBER reports that background radiation levels have begun to stabilize at ██% above normal levels.
+██/09/20██: 11:40 UTC - AOS reports that ██% of DW-8252’s stars have gone superluminal. HOS reports that considerable distortion of DW-8252 is visible.
+██/09/20██: 11:50 UTC - The background radio wave has begun to blueshift. AOS begins analyzing signal.
+██/09/20██: 12:20 UTC - A galactic arm of DW-8252 is reported to have flown apart.
+██/09/20██: 13:50 UTC - HOS reports DW-8252 has gone superluminal. Cherenkov radiation peaks. Galaxy is reported to have been thoroughly ██████████████ prior to Cherenkov spike. DECEMBER shows that ███████ stars remain. Background signal persists.
+██/09/20██: 23:50 UTC - Remains of DW-8252 is scattered across a region of ████ light years. Cherenkov radiation dissipates. Cover story released. Background signal weakens.
+Analysis of signal: Background signal was determined to consist of three pulses of powerful radio radiation on a repeating timescale of three seconds. The initial and final pulses were identical. The second pulse seemed to change after few repetitions of the signal. Signal abruptly self-terminated ███ days after Event-3696-20██-09.
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+SCP-3723 has been decommissioned. The remains of each instance have been cremated and the instruments used have been smelted down or incinerated. Ashes of the SCP-3723 entities and their instruments have been scattered in the Pacific Ocean.
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Description
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SCP-3723-13, -5, & -1 mid-performance
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SCP-3723 was the collective designation for a pod of Leiden Orcinus (Colloquially known as orcas or killer whales) consisting of thirteen individual instances, designated SCP-3723-1 through SCP-3723-13. Despite maintaining the typical physique and appearance of killer whales, members of SCP-3723 were behaviorally anomalous. Each instance possessed intelligence that would be considered above average for baseline humans, with an averaged intelligence quotient of 130 for the whole group. The entities were capable of human levels of telepathic and vocal communication with each other and other organisms, although how they were able to perform either is unknown. Autopsies of each instance have confirmed that their internal biology is indistinguishable from non-anomalous killer whales.
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Each SCP-3723 instance is proficient in playing an instrument commonly used in standard orchestras. The instruments are carried in one of the pectoral fins or in an entity's mouth and are sized proportionately to the specific SCP-3723 instance. How SCP-3723 instances were able to obtain instruments of this size and the knowledge to operate them is unknown.
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With the exception of SCP-3723-8 and SCP-3723-13, all SCP-3723 members are anomalously herbivorous.
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SCP-3723-A is an anomalous, parasitic infection resembling barnacles present on the bodies of SCP-3723 members. SCP-3723-A possesses a prehensile, hook-like appendage that it uses to burrow into the hide of SCP-3723 instances. The parasite absorbs the majority of food consumed by SCP-3723 instances, requiring the entities to consume double or triple the amount of food needed to sustain themselves.
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Discovery
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+SCP-3723 was discovered by deep-sea divers local to San Diego, California. The divers, Haley Valejo and Claire Cammarano, recorded their expedition with head-mounted body cameras. The following footage was compiled following the detainment of the divers.
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<Begin Log>
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[Footage begins with Cammarano and Valejo submerging underwater. Camera is obscured for several seconds by seafoam and displaced oxygen bubbles. Once the water settles to acceptable levels, Valejo signals a "thumbs up" to Cammarano, who reciprocates the gesture. Both divers look down. The water below them is opaque. They descend.]
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[Descent stops at approximately 40 meters below sea level. Cammarano signals a "thumbs up" gesture to Valejo, although she does not reciprocate the gesture. Camera pans downward, revealing a school of fish swimming beneath the divers.]
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[Several seconds later, low-frequency noise is heard. Judging by slight erratic movements, Valejo experiences panic. Cammarano does not exhibit any deviance in behavior.]
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[A member of SCP-3723 ascends through the water, passing Cammarano and Valejo and displacing them greatly.]
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SCP-3723-1: My apologies.
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[SCP-3723-1 swims toward Valejo, who is ascending toward the surface at a rapid pace. SCP-3723-1 catches up to Valejo and bites her ankle. Valejo appears to exhibit a pained response, although there is no blood present in the water around the point of contact. SCP-3723-1 returns Valejo to her previous position next to Cammarano.]
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[Cammarano and Valejo exchange looks of confusion. SCP-3723-1 appears to bow before withdrawing a violin and holding it in its fins. It is unclear where the violin could have been hidden.]
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SCP-3723-1: You'll likely be one of the few to hear the melodic notes of the Royal Pacific Philharmonic Orchestra. Worry not, tiny thing. It will only be a moment.
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[SCP-3723-1 produces a long, low-frequency noise with its throat. This activity lasts for approximately three minutes. At its conclusion, the remaining twelve members of SCP-3723 converge on SCP-3723-1 from various directions. It is unclear where they are swimming from based on the quality of the camera footage. Each individual instance is carrying a unique orchestral instrument approximately 300% larger than their standard industry size. SCP-3723-1 turns to face the other SCP-3723 instances.]
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[SCP-3723-1 begins to play in a 4:4 tempo, performing an unknown classical song. SCP-3723 instances continue to play for twenty minutes before reaching the conclusion of the song. Several instances appear to cough violently and "scratch" at the SCP-3723-A instances present on their bodies before swimming away.]
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SCP-3723-1: Thank you for listening, friends. You have no idea how much this means to us. Thank you. Perhaps we'll meet again someday, either in this life or the next.
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[SCP-3723-1 joins the rest of the instances before leaving camera view. Valejo signals a "thumbs up" to Cammarano, who reciprocates the gesture. They ascend to the surface.]
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<End Log>
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Interviews
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+The members of SCP-3723 were tracked using standard procedures for migrating aquatic animals and were later found off the shore of Coronado, California. Researcher Umar Hadid was tasked with interviewing each individual instance in an attempt to understand the motives and inspiration for the entities' musical intrigue. Attempts to interview every individual entity proved impossible due to the presence of SCP-3723-A instances on the throats of some entities.
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Interviews have been edited for brevity. The full interviews of each instance are available upon request.
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Interviewer: Umar Hadid
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Interviewed: SCP-3723-13
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Interviewed Description: Entity resembles a member of Leiden Orcinus. Presence of SCP-3723-A obscures the right eye and partially obscures the left. Scar tissue is present on the right side of the face. Several wounds resembling bite marks are present along the pectorals.
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Hadid: How did you learn to play the flute?
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SCP-3723-13: Dreadfather taught me when we were in front of the ships.
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Hadid: I'm sorry, who?
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SCP-3723-13: Dreadfather? The whale with the violin?
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Hadid: Oh.
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SCP-3723-13: He's an inspiration, honestly.
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Hadid: I see that you have a lot of reverence for this… Dreadfather.
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SCP-3723-13: We'd still be… well… we'd still be less than what we are now if it weren't for him.
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Hadid: Less than what you are now?
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SCP-3723-13: Yeah. The pod was in a bad spot before Dreadfather picked up the strings. I was in a bad spot too. Bullying seals, eating penguins, traumatizing sharks. [It laughs] I still mess with sharks though, just not like before.
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Hadid: So the Dreadfather reformed you, in a sense?
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SCP-3723-13: Well, yeah. We aren't just mindless killing machines you know. We're musicians. He taught us that. I'm my own orca and no one can take that away from-
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[The entity coughs violently for several seconds.]
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Hadid: I imagine the -A instances cause you some discomfort.
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SCP-3723-13: "Dash A" instances?
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Hadid: The uh… barnacles.
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SCP-3723-13: It's… [The entity coughs again.] Nothing I can't handle. Wanna hear me play a song?
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Hadid: Sure, but I'll have you know that I'm a real stickler for the orchestra.
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SCP-3723-13: Ha! Orca-stra. That's a good name for us. A lot better than the Royal Pacific Philharmonic Orchestra. [It pauses] Don't tell Dreadfather I said that.
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Hadid: I won't, don't worry. Also, I'm curious, do you all have names? I know that you refer to the orca that plays the violin as "Dreadfather", but do the rest of you have any um… names or uh, nicknames for yourselves?
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SCP-3723-13: Yes.
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[Silence]
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Hadid: Can you tell me what they are?
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SCP-3723-13: No.
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[Entity swims away from Hadid, slapping its tail on the water's surface with enough force to blast Hadid backward several meters.]
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<End Log>
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Interviewer: Umar Hadid
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Interviewed: SCP-3723-5
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Interviewed Description: Entity resembles a member of Leiden Orcinus. Presence of SCP-3723-A is notable on the underbelly, although it is scarce elsewhere on the body. Despite lacking the majority of the left pectoral fin, the entity displays no difficulty in playing the oboe.
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Hadid: When did you acquire them? The barnacles, that is.
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SCP-3723-5: I don't know. Honestly. They're a bit itchy but otherwise? They're not so bad.
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Hadid: They look uncomfortable. How are you able to perform with all of the -A instances attached to your bodies? Do they impact your performance at all?
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SCP-3723-5: I don't think so. At least, not in any way that I've noticed. I think I had mine on me before I learned to play the oboe but like I said, I'm not exactly keen on when these parasites hooked onto me.
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Hadid: I see.
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SCP-3723-5: You seem troubled, land dweller. Something on your mind?
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Hadid: Just… thinking of how I can help you.
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SCP-3723-5: Oh, don't you worry about that. We've been doing just fine this whole time. Dreadfather takes great care of us and we take care of him. We have each other's backs, musically and otherwise. I appreciate the concern but… it'll probably be fine.
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Hadid: You sound so sure about that.
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SCP-3723-5: I have faith, land dweller. I still have time in this life for music and I intend to make the most of it.
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Interviewer: Umar Hadid
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Interviewed: SCP-3723-1
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Interviewed Description: Entity resembles a member of Leiden Orcinus, presence of SCP-3723-A is abundant. Scar tissue across the face, pectoral fins, and dorsal fin are present. Entity demonstrates remarkable skill with the violin.
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Hadid: I hear your orchestra calls you the "Dreadfather". Is there any… particular reason for the nickname?
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SCP-3723-1: I may or may not have culled a herd of sharks once upon a time. [It laughs]
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Hadid: Is that a joke?
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SCP-3723-1: Does your species not have a sense of humor?
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Hadid:[Stammering] N-no, I…
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SCP-3723-1: My apologies, Mr. Hadid. I did not mean to insult you or your people.
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Hadid: You didn't, I just wasn't expecting a killer whale to crack jokes.
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SCP-3723-1: Were you expecting one to play in an orchestra as well?
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Hadid:[He laughs] No, I suppose not. About that actually, when did your group start playing music? And why?
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SCP-3723-1: It was around the time my grandmother was eaten by that school of great whites. So it must have been… hrm… twenty? Thirty years ago? Yes, that sounds correct. She was adamant that we be more than the label ascribed to us. That we should define what "orca" meant ourselves, rather than letting the rest of the ocean decide what that meant for us. Our kind have a bad reputation under the sea, as I'm sure you know. Probably on the shores as well.
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Hadid: What makes you so sure of that? You're aquatic mammals.
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SCP-3723-1: Do you think you're the first to call us "killer" whales?
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[Hadid is silent]
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SCP-3723-1: I wanted to show the sea that I was more than a giant, hostile, violent, calculating fish. I picked up the violin and watched people from the shore play. It took me a while to figure it out, and I almost gave up at first. But when pod-mates joined me, each of them with their own instruments and ambition to make a change, I found the resolve to continue. After some time, we were playing along with the humans. Then we were playing for the humans. At last we left to travel the seas, playing a symphony for any fish, shark, or hydromer1 that would hear us. And now, I'm afraid, we're at the end of our journey and I brought us here.
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Hadid: You… brought the pod here? Do you mean here in this location or…?
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SCP-3723-1: This infection. The parasites. I thought they would help us play better. We could have used their long tongues to help us hold the instruments and play more complex notes. I thought we'd be a real orchestra with them. I wanted to make history and instead, I've doomed us. Now, we're at our final resting place, and I am at fault for all of this.
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Hadid: I'm so sorry… Would… would traveling elsewhere remove the parasites from your bodies? Or is… is there any way that I can help you?
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SCP-3723-1: No, my friend. We are far too gone now.
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Hadid: What do you mean?
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SCP-3723-1: We're in pain, Mr. Hadid. The others they… they hide it. They think they hide it well but I can see their suffering. It hurts them, and it hurts me to see them suffer.
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Hadid: You're doing a wonderful job of keeping it together for the good of the group, Dreadfather.
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SCP-3723-1: Ha… Dreadfather. That name meant something different once, changed when we became more than just orcas. But…
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Hadid: But what?
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SCP-3723-1:[It sighs. Air is ejected out of its blowhole.] I need your help to guide us into the next life. Painlessly, if you could. We have suffered enough.
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Hadid: Wait, what?
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SCP-3723-1: At our next performance, you will do what needs to be done.
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Hadid: Are you asking me to authorize euthanasia?
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SCP-3723-1: If that is what you call it, yes. Please, Mr. Hadid. I can't bear to watch them suffer and bleed and toil any longer. Help us.
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<End Log>
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Symphone No. 13 in C Major
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+Researcher Hadid relayed SCP-3723-1's request for termination to the Ethics Committee liaison stationed at Site-83. After the customary three-business-day waiting period, the request for the decommissioning of SCP-3723 was approved with a unanimous vote. A soluble, lethal chemical solution (The Zyphoid Strain2) was administered to the water during SCP-3723's next performance. The solution would extinguish all life functions within the anomalies through the deactivation of the nervous system. The Zyphoid Strain would then dissolve within a 6 hour period, leaving adverse environmental impact minimal at best.
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The following is a recording of the decommissioning, produced for Foundation Ethics Committee training.
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<Begin Log>
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[SCP-3723 entities have breached the surface of the water with their instruments. Foundation staff are present on the shore, seated in chairs lined in rows. Staff are dressed in black and white formal attire. Some can be seen crying.]
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[SCP-3723-1 swims forward, ahead of the rest. Entity begins playing "Someday I'll Follow" by artist Wodkah. Gradually the other entities join in with their own instruments. Foundation agents on sailboats cast off from docks nearby. SCP-3723 entities notice the arrival of the agents within their vicinity, but do not interact with them as they are preoccupied with the performance. Agents weigh anchor in a loose semi-circle around the entities.]
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[Following confirmation from on-shore command, Foundation Agents release tanks containing the Zyphoid Strain into the water. SCP-3723 entities demonstrate visible confusion. SCP-3723-1 continues playing, encouraging the other entities to follow suit.]
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[Gradually SCP-3723 entities begin to succumb to the adverse effects of the Zyphoid Strain. Entities sink beneath the surface of the water. Blood is present in the water as SCP-3723-A instances detach from SCP-3723 entities, although they dissolve shortly after detachment. SCP-3723-1 stares at one of the Foundation sailboats before appearing to smile. Entity expires shortly thereafter.]
Special Containment Procedures: The section of Alabama Route 43 four miles in either direction of SCP-3896 is to be patrolled by a contingent of Mobile Task Force Rho-66 “Road Hogs”, with exit ramps leading to SCP-3896 blocked under the pretense of ongoing road work.
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All advertisements and employment listings referencing “Big Gordo's Grub Shack” are to be immediately censored and pulled from circulation.
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Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel permitted to approach within 200 meters of SCP-3896. If this occurs inadvertently for any reason, other on-scene personnel are forbidden from attempting to retrieve the individual if they attempt to enter SCP-3896, and are directed to prepare amnestic treatment to be administered to the affected individual immediately upon their return.
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Description: SCP-3896 is "Big Gordo's Grub Shack", a diner located approximately two miles north of Littleville, Alabama, United States of America. The establishment exhibits a number of overlapping mind-affecting anomalous properties, which vary in extent and potency.
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The first of these is an autoamnestic and behavioral filter which extends to a radius of roughly 120 meters from the restaurant's walls, including the entirety of the parking lot and a portion of the approaching road. Any individual within this field is rendered incapable of acknowledging that any of the events experienced on the premises are unusual, socially unacceptable, illegal, or otherwise negative, and will behave accordingly for the duration of their stay. However, this does not affect memory or sensory perception, and those exiting this effective radius will immediately regain their previously held beliefs and behavioral inhibitions, becoming aware of the ramifications of any experiences or actions undertaken and suffering any resultant psychological trauma as normal. Amnestic treatment has proven effective in reversing these aftereffects.
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This effect field also removes any individual's intent to impede or disrupt the internal procedural status quo of the restaurant's operations. This combined with the structure's tinted windows and imperviousness to active/passive penetrative scanning has made direct research and intervention by Foundation personnel impossible, as researchers and tactical teams consistently forget their orders and enter the restaurant with the intent to patronize its business rather than execute their assigned mission.
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However, recording equipment carried by entering personnel consistently functions, and as such indirect observation of SCP-3896's interior is possible.
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SCP-3896 operates in a fashion largely indistinguishable from a non-anomalous diner. The restaurant's interior is actively operated, maintained, and cleaned by the restaurant's non-anomalous staff. No individuals, equipment, furniture, decorations, nor any other items have displayed anomalous properties in any capacity. Patrons enter, interact with wait staff, order their meals from a menu, eat, pay for said meals, and depart as normal. SCP-3896's sole deviation from traditional restaurant operational practice is in the content of the meals provided.
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SCP-3896's menu is comprised entirely of “dishes” partially or wholly comprised of raw and coarsely-butchered human flesh, occasionally accompanied by other ingredients. These menu items are often arranged in ways that make no attempt to conceal this fact, and are plainly evident to all patrons present. However, these items are listed on SCP-3896's menu as ordinary items typical of a restaurant of its type, and patrons will behave as though the meal they receive is what they have ordered. Examples of several menu items include:
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“Steak and Eggs, $9” - Whole uterus with attached fallopian tubes, served with 5-7 ovaries
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“Coffee, 89c, free refills” - A mug of heated blood
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“Eggs Benedict, $8” - Two circular slabs of dermal tissue, topped with a severed ear each and doused with a thin fluid, presumed to be bile
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“Huevos Rancheros, $7” - Approximately one dozen testicles, served atop a section of peeled scalp and sprinkled with fingernails
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“Grilled Ham and Cheese, $8” - A hand severed at the wrist, with all bones removed, served upright arranged in a “thumbs up” gesture
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“Chicken Caesar Salad, $10” - Whole decapitated torso with limbs removed, either male or female, chest cavity stuffed with approximately 100 severed tongues
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“Banana Split, $3.50” - A laterally bisected penis atop a bowl of coiled intestines, topped with whipped cream and a single maraschino cherry
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“Big Gordo's Blockbuster Burger, $13” - An apparently non-anomalous cheeseburger, cooked to order and served with lettuce, tomato, guacamole, bacon, caramelized onions, chipotle mayonnaise, and a fried egg. Notably the only SCP-3896 menu item that appears to match its listed description.
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Each customer within SCP-3896 has consumed the entirety of their meal with the exception of any bones, despite occasionally receiving items far larger than the capacity of the human stomach. No exiting customer has ever been observed to suffer adverse medical effects resulting from these meals, despite their size and constituent materials.
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Registration information and permits for a “Big Gordo's Grub Shack” do exist within Littleville's municipal administrative department, although the documentation is either incomplete or improperly filed, with administrative inconsistencies such as forms listing the building's owner as only “Big Gordo”, fields listing the owner's Social Security number as “nope”, and the “Reason for Permit Request” block of the business registration form containing only the word “food” written in bacon grease.
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Analysis of SCP-3896 employees' appearances and uniform nametags have consistently matched a number of missing persons reports filed by police precincts across the state of Alabama. For unknown reasons, none of these law enforcement organizations have successfully linked these reports to SCP-3896, despite the fact that advertisements for SCP-3896 employment positions have been detected on an approximately bimonthly basis within various Alabama newspapers and on the classifieds section of websites such as Craigslist.1 No employee has ever been observed to arrive at or enter SCP-3896, nor have any been seen to depart the premises at any time.
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Employees of SCP-3896 do not display remarkable or unusual behaviors aside from a lack of acknowledgment of the nature of the “food” provided. Additionally, recovered footage has only definitively recorded the presence of wait staff, with no chefs or culinary staff in evidence. The sole indication of the existence of a “chef” present within the restaurant was obtained from a brief moment of chest camera footage from an early Mobile Task Force exploratory sortie, wherein a task force operative under the effects of SCP-3896's behavior-altering anomaly stood from his booth mid-meal to use the restroom and inadvertently angled his camera toward the serving window leading to the kitchen. The view into the window, consisting of approximately 2 seconds of footage, is greatly obscured by the presence of a large quantity of smoke and steam. However, frame-by-frame analysis clearly shows the silhouette of an extremely large, obese humanoid entity at the rear of the room with its back to the camera, having an estimated height and weight of 2.2 meters and 400 kilograms respectively. It is unclear whether this entity is the eponymous “Big Gordo”, though it is presumed to be responsible for the sounds of falling meat cleavers and deep, low laughter heard throughout the majority of SCP-3896 exploratory footage.
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Addendum 3896-01: On August 13th, 2015, shortly after SCP-3896's containment and initial visual surveillance, two male waiters exited the rear entrance of the restaurant and remained within the rear parking lot for approximately 6 minutes, apparently for the purposes of a brief break mid-shift. A nearby Foundation surveillance unit was able to record their conversation, a transcript of which follows.
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Date: 13 August, 2015
+Observed: Two employees of SCP-3896, nametags listed as “Daniel” and “Mario”. Names and appearances match missing persons reports corresponding to Daniel Walker (26) and Mario Trujillo (25), reported missing 122 days and 11 days prior, respectively.
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(Walker and Trujillo exit the restaurant and light cigarettes, remaining near the restaurant wall. Both smoke quietly for a moment.)
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Trujillo: Pretty crazy shift today, huh? Busy as hell.
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Walker: Yeah, I've heard it gets like this in summer. Lots of people on the interstate, on vacation and shit.
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(Pause.)
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Trujillo: Hey, uh… I don't think I ever mentioned it, 'cause we're so busy all the time, not a lot of chances to talk or whatever, but uh… Thanks for like, helping me out, with uh… like the adjustment process. It would have been way harder to get settled in here without you being willing to show me the ropes and get me on my feet, and uh… I don't know. I just really appreciate it. If that's not like, awkward. Or… y'know.
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(Walker continues smoking for a moment, and nods.)
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Walker: Pff. Don't sweat it, dude. I was you, once. It's definitely fast-paced in there, and I know how it feels. 'Specially if you don't have a lot of food service experience. You said you were a… what, like a nerd or something before this?
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(Trujillo laughs.)
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Trujillo: Yeah, I uh, got my degree in IT and had a job at a software company in Birmingham. For a bit. Did servers, e-mail and shit.
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(Walker turns to look at Trujillo and raises an eyebrow.)
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Walker: That's like, way better than bussing tables and mopping floors, dude. I definitely don't have a fucking degree. If I did I probably never would have come here at all. How come you quit that good nerd shit for this?
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(Trujillo sighs.)
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Trujillo: It's… hard to explain. And it's gonna sound stupid as fuck probably.
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Walker: Dude c'mon. We're fucking pals. I ain't gonna like, judge you or anything. How come?
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Trujillo: Like… haha, fuck, this sounds so dumb. But like… I mean, the job paid well. It wasn't hard or anything, the hours were fine. But the whole time I was there, I just felt so fucking numb. Like, I was just this shitty computer goblin that showed up and fixed the dumb shit people did to their e-mail, or reset their account when they forgot their password and whatever. Like I don't know what the fuck I thought it was going to be, but it wasn't what I ended up getting. I didn't make any friends and like… I've never been good at talking to people anyway. I just felt so fucking bored, and alone. Like completely directionless.
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Walker: Yeah, I get that.
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Trujillo: So one day I was just sitting on my apartment steps smoking and hating myself when I saw a newspaper, sitting right there in front of me. Open, the classifieds. And I saw this and it was just like… like this fucking crystallizing moment. It just sounded right, somehow. So I was just like, fuck this. I'm gonna go work at a place where shit actually happens, where I can turn a new leaf. Work at a place that's tight-knit, where people know and actually talk to each other, and you work hard and it sucks but like, it's honest, and… fuck, it really does sound stupid when I say it out loud, haha.
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Walker: Nah, dude. I get that shit completely. That's why I quit my old shit and came here too. Wanted to make a change. Be a part of something. A little something, but still something. Fucking camaraderie or whatever they call it. Like, you got your family, but people should have a work family too, and I didn't have that. Got it here, though. Straight up.
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Trujillo: Yeah! Yeah, that's fucking exactly it. Fuck yes. Haha, man, I thought like… I thought I was just fucking crazy or something.
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Walker: I mean shit, you might be. But then I am too. And so are the rest of us.
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(Pause.)
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Walker: Oh shit, dude, I forgot to tell you, Big Chef's dead.
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Trujillo: Oh shit, nice! Just in fucking time, too, Sarah told me we were starting to run out. She said there's gonna be like, a thing? No one's like, told me much about that.
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Walker: I mean, I dunno if I'd call it like a thing thing, but sort of. We do like a little get-together, say some words, just basic shit before we start grinding and doing the rest of the prep. It's not really a big big deal, but you gotta kind of do the whole thing right or it'll fuck up and we'll have to take the burgers off the menu for a bit, which would be shitty. Last time that happened Big Chef chewed our asses out when he came back, he was pissed. Not like, kick your ass pissed or anything, but he's like, really passionate about making sure the customers always get what they ask for. The burger is like, his signature dish too, so he's kind of proud of it. And shit, I would be too, talk about fucking tasty.
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Trujillo: I haven't had one yet.
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Walker: Oh dude, you have no idea what you're missing. It's gonna fucking destroy your whole life. Like, you don't even know what food is until you have one of Big Chef's burgers. But after the thing we always have a little barbecue every time Chef dies, so I'll grill you up one myself. He taught me how to do it right, you're gonna fucking love it.
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Trujillo: Nice! Thanks, dude.
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(Trujillo sighs.)
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Trujillo: Man. I cannot fucking wait until I'm on the menu.
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Walker: I know dude. You were only here for like, two days I think, but do you remember Dave?
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Trujillo: Oh man, how could I fucking forget? The look on his face. I was so goddamn jealous. How long was he here, again?
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Walker: I think… something like five or six months. We got here almost the same time.
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Trujillo: Oh shit dude, so you might be next up!
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Walker: Yeah man, maybe. I've been working like a bastard, been doing all the right stuff. I don't know for sure for sure or anything, but I talked to Big Chef a couple days ago about it, like trying to be sneaky and try to find out what's up? And like, I mean he's obviously not gonna say anything direct, but long story short I'm pretty fucking sure I'm next. So fucking excited.
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Trujillo: Fucking absolutely dude. I'm happy for you. Like I said, I'm super fucking hyped. Finally. I finally feel like I'm a part of something that fucking means shit, you know? Letting go of all this stupid bullshit. Finding some goddamn meaning, seeing the bones of everything and feeling that fucking beating heart in the middle of it all. Feeding the goddamn universe, man. Fuck I'm lucky.
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(Walker flicks his cigarette into the parking lot.)
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Walker: We all are. Praise Gorzugaal, motherfucker.
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(Trujillo discards his own cigarette.)
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Trujillo: Fuck yes, dude. Praise Gorzugaal. Speaking of which, I'm hungry as shit.
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Walker: Yeah man, me too. He's right inside. Let's eat.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3982 is to be housed in a low-priority arboreal bioform containment enclosure at Bioanomaly Containment Site-88.
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For the dual purposes of sustenance and testing, Site-88 has been authorized to compost the entirety of its organic refuse and medical waste within the yard of SCP-3982's pen.
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Description: SCP-3982 is a humanoid entity visually resembling a corpse in an advanced state of decomposition. Significant portions of its body are comprised of and structurally supported by living non-human organic matter, including but not limited to tree branches, mushrooms, moss, shrubbery, slime mold, and eusocial insect hives (with various species of ants, hornets, paper wasps, and bees observed thus far). SCP-3982's height, weight, and mass are subject to fluctuation coinciding with changes to this arrangement of living materials.
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SCP-3982's behavior is characterized by a predominantly saprophagic diet. The entity will perambulate through a broad territory and seek out any decomposing, rotten, toxic, or hazardous matter and consume it, by either inserting the food item into its mandibles and chewing it or by picking it up and absorbing it through its chest cavity or limbs. These food items include animal waste, decaying vegetable matter, corpses, and pollutants such as oil, heavy metal contamination, and radioactive waste.
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After feeding, SCP-3982 will, through an anomalous mass conversion process, produce shoots, spores, fruit, and seeds of a wide variety of species from its body and scatter them as it travels, with the intent to encourage further growth. The entity will also occasionally lie down and become dormant for brief periods of time after a large “meal”, whereupon the earth in a short radius around it will erupt in an anomalously accelerated profusion of plants and fungi.
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SCP-3982 is capable of speech and has displayed hyperpolyglotism, with demonstrated fluency in every language utilized by researchers thus far. It possesses a docile, friendly, relatively unintelligent, and somewhat childlike personality, and has reacted to the presence of researchers with genial curiosity.
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Date: 09 August, 2015
+Interviewer: Senior Researcher Dr. Wilberto Maravilla
+Interviewee: SCP-3982
+Scenario: Intake interview immediately following initial containment.
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(SCP-3982 is sitting cross-legged on the ground within its enclosure and is approached by Dr. Maravilla. SCP-3982 is inspecting a sparrow which has perched on its right index finger.)
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Dr. Maravilla: Hello, SCP-3982.
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(The sparrow flies away. SCP-3982 moves its head and regards Dr. Maravilla.)
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SCP-3982: Oh. Hi!
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Dr. Maravilla: My name is Dr. Maravilla, and I've been assigned to look after you. Do you have a name?
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SCP-3982: No. I never got one. Yours is really nice, though. It's a really nice day today.
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Dr. Maravilla: Ah… yeah. Yeah, it is. Well, alright, for the time being I'll just call you 3982, is that alright?
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SCP-3982: Uh-huh, that's okay. Oh! Oh, do you like apples?
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(SCP-3982 reaches into the vegetation within its chest cavity, pulls out a red apple, and holds it out to Dr. Maravilla.)
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SCP-3982: You can have this one. I bet it's real tasty. Apples are made to have. Good. Tastiness.
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Dr. Maravilla: Um, no thank you 3982, maybe later. I ate recently.
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(SCP-3982 nods and inserts the apple back into its chest.)
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Dr. Maravilla: Would it be okay if I asked you some questions?
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(SCP-3982 produces a gasping sound.)
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SCP-3982: Oh my goodness yes.
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Dr. Maravilla: Okay! First off, can you describe to me what you think you are?
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SCP-3982: What am I?
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Dr. Maravilla: Yes, in your own words.
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(SCP-3982 is silent for a period of time. A number of bees begin to emerge from its body and hover, landing on flowers sprouting from SCP-3982's shoulders and back.)
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SCP-3982: Haha. I got the bees. Can we be friends?
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Dr. Maravilla: … Sure, 3982, we can be friends. Maybe we'll move on to another topic. Can you tell me where you come from?
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SCP-3982: Oh yes absolutely I can. I can tell you that.
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(Pause. Dr. Maravilla mutters “Dios mio” under his breath. SCP-3982 continues in Spanish.)
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SCP-3982: Yeah. I'm from the glade. The baron put me here. He's nice. The ground over there is really spicy and I'm gonna eat it all up, later! Haha!
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(SCP-3982 stands to an approximate height of 2.5 meters.)
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Dr. Maravilla: The glade? What is the glade?
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(SCP-3982 opens its arms, producing loud cracking sounds. Multiple unidentified passerine birds emerge from its body, flying to other parts of the enclosure. SCP-3982 lowers its arms.)
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SCP-3982: Look at all the little birds! Lord Graywing! I guess he really can see me up here! Woah! Wow. Wow. The glade is really good. You can't go there. I don't think I can go there anymore. I'm here instead. The baron said I would be good up here, and I think he was right. I'm being very good. I'm a good. So far.
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Dr. Maravilla: Who is the baron? And who is Lord Graywing?
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SCP-3982: The baron said up here could get helped, because of me. I said oooooh yeah, okay, yes. And Graywing said, woah, you got it, what a good idea. I was the good idea. Isn't that really nice of him to say that I was the good idea?!
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Dr. Maravilla: Yes. That does sound very nice of him. Can you tell me more?
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SCP-3982: So anyway as I was saying. Yeah. Lord Graywing is really bird. So he can fly. With bird powers, because he's super bird. And the baron loves the plants and other things and he loves me. So the baron and Graywing did a plan. I went way up, because Graywing is so bird it's crazy and he's got all the magic. Then I wasn't in the glade anymore. There was a bad light. But then I was up here. And then I was eating up that super good man when those guys said hi and I said hi and now I'm here.
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(SCP-3982 hops into the air slightly and spreads its arms again.)
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SCP-3982: I have so many friends now!
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Dr. Maravilla: I… Thank you, 3982. That clears some things up.
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Due to SCP-3982's speech patterns and general incoherence, little information concerning SCP-3982's origins or purpose has been gained. Investigation is underway to determine the specific connection between SCP-3982 and the entity termed “Graywing”, tentatively designated PoI-5501.
Remember how we explained that successful people don't actually need any of their toes to walk? Well, that's going to come in handy for Secret Number Six.
Justine eventually re-unites with her sister, Juliette. Alonso strikes down a lightning bolt intended for them both, then challenges the narrator to a duel.
Despite multiple reports from neighbors who claimed to have witnessed members of his family standing at the windows, no trace of Theodore Holdstock's wife and children could be found.
Fig 1.1: Signed photograph left by SCP-4153-036 in containment cell. Written on back: From one horror aficionado to another: Always Stay A-Head!
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Item #: SCP-4153
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") is to monitor and investigate all reported sightings of SCP-4153 instances (with particular attention paid to sightings near or inside horror attractions). When found, these instances are to be apprehended and taken into Foundation custody.
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Description: SCP-4153 is an acting troupe comprised of animated wax figurines portraying monsters and villains from classic horror cinema. Notable examples include the Werewolf,1 Frankenstein's Monster,2 Count Dracula,3 and Professor Henry Jarrod.4
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SCP-4153 is active throughout North America; its members appear at 'haunted attractions' (such as haunted houses, trails, and cornfield mazes). Common venues include amusement parks, board-walks, traveling carnivals, and strip-malls. During their performance, instances of SCP-4153 use wax to alter their appearance, produce props (including fake blood and gore), and even manipulate wax objects from afar.
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Several instances of SCP-4153 were arrested in 1993 after the owner of a haunted attraction notified police of a break-in. The intruders were attempting to operate their own set within the attraction. Foundation operatives were called after officers determined that the instances were not wearing makeup. All instances were transported to Site-09 for initial interviews and processing. Shortly thereafter, all contact with Site-09 was lost during a catastrophic containment breach.
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Addendum 4153.1: Recovered Documents
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The following files were recovered from Site-09's servers four days after the containment breach ended.
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Fig 1.2: SCP-4153-017.
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INTERVIEW LOG
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DATE: 1993/10/25
+SUBJECT: SCP-4153-017
+INTERVIEWER: Agent Timothy West
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[BEGIN LOG.]
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WEST: Okay, so —
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SUBJECT: Look into my eyes.
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: Look… into my eyes.
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WEST: I am looking into your eyes.
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SUBJECT: You are under my control.
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WEST: No, uh. Not really.
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SUBJECT: Your will is strong, Agent West.
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WEST: Right. So, about the haunted hay-ride you broke into —
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SUBJECT: But I wonder. How will you protect yourself against my infernal strength?
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WEST: You realize that if you stand up, I'm going to shoot you. Right?
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SUBJECT: Hm. You are a formidable adversary, indeed.
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WEST: What were you doing at the haunted hay-ride?
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SUBJECT: You will know the truth… soon enough.
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[Silence.]
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WEST: The police report says you were hiding behind the bushes.
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[SUBJECT laughs.]
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SUBJECT: But does it tell you… that we were already here?
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[Shuffling papers.]
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WEST: It tells me they found you wearing bed-sheets.
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SUBJECT: We were all dead… the whole time.
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WEST: Yeah, I think — I think we're done here.
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SUBJECT: The log… is coming from inside the house.
SUBJECT: Can I start by saying it's an honor? A real honor. People always ask me, 'Boris, do you regret portraying the Monster? Do you regret being typecasted?' And I always tell them: Good heavens, no! It was the best thing that happened to me. I wouldn't be here with all of you if it wasn't for that. I wouldn't have the chance to work with you wonderful people.
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HENWICK: That's not —
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SUBJECT: I can't express how grateful I am for having this opportunity, to contribute to this project.
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HENWICK: What? What 'opportunity'? What 'project'?
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SUBJECT: Oh, wait. Oh, goodness. I'm sorry. Are we rolling?
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HENWICK: Rolling? Are we…? We're recording, if that's what you're asking. Yes.
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SUBJECT: God, how embarrassing. You must think me a neophyte. I'm just not used to the format, darling. You can cut this part out during post, right?
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HENWICK: What?
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SUBJECT: Oh. Staying in character? How delightfully droll. I understand, say no more.
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[SUBJECT clears throat.]
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HENWICK: What the hell are you on about?
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[SUBJECT seizes own head, then twists it free from the neck. The motion is accompanied by a spray of fake blood and viscera.]
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HENWICK: Christ!
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[SUBJECT's head commences screaming.]
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HENWICK: Jesus fucking Christ!
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[END LOG.]
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INTERVIEW LOG
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DATE: 1993/10/25
+SUBJECT: SCP-4153-036
+INTERVIEWER: Agent Gerald Penn
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[BEGIN LOG.]
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PENN: Why do you keep trying to frighten people?
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SUBJECT: Why does anyone try to frighten? It's fun to be frightened. Almost as much fun as it is to do the frightening.
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PENN: Well, none of you are very good at it.
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[SUBJECT laughs.]
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SUBJECT: Oh come now, Agent Penn. Have some respect for the classics.
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PENN: All you do is squirt cheap blood, crack a few jokes, then maybe slap on a spooky tag-line at the end. You really expect that to scare us?
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SUBJECT: Certainly, our methods may seem a bit tawdry and antiquated, but there's a certain pleasure to be had in a good old-fashioned scare. Wouldn't you agree?
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PENN: I've faced down a six-foot-tall chicken man that pukes acid and shits indestructible eggs. Trust me — 'old-fashioned' doesn't cut it. Not anymore.
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SUBJECT: Yes, yes. You'll call any oaf with a steak-knife hunting gaggles of teens a monster, these days. There's no wit, no humor, no charm. Where's the passion? The artisanship? Where's the sense of theater?
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PENN: This isn't a drama club, Shakespeare. We're talking about monsters, not some stage production of Titus Andronicus.
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SUBJECT: Would you like to know something peculiar? I've almost never played a monster. Oh, I've played villains, most certainly! But not monsters. Only men, besieged by fate, driven to revenge. Still — I've always had a fondness for them. Even as a child, I sympathized more with the monster than the hero.
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PENN: Well, I — (unintelligible)
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SUBJECT: And why not? Monsters are our kin, after all. They grant our darkest impulses physical form; provide a receptacle for us to project our deepest fears and desires. A monster can do what is forbidden to us — a monster can breach our taboos. I've always found more comfort among them than in the company of men. I —
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PENN: (unintelligible)
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SUBJECT: I — Oh. Oh, dear. Your tongue seems to have gotten away from you, there. Here — allow me.
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[Whimpering.]
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SUBJECT: Hush, now. I warned you about this — I told you that you mustn't disturb the wax before it hardens. That is a crucial part of the process. It needs to solidify. Otherwise, you risk disturbing the performance.
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[Muffled sobs.]
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SUBJECT: Stay still. Let me make an adjustment here, reseal this, and —
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[Gurgling.]
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SUBJECT: Ah! There we are. Splendid, splendid. Good as new. Now, let's take it from the top, shall we?
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[Silence.]
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SUBJECT: (whispering) And… Action.
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PENN: Why do you keep trying to frighten people?
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SUBJECT: Why does anyone try to frighten? It's fun to be frightened. Almost as much fun as it is to do the frightening.
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PENN: Well, none of you are very good at it.
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[SUBJECT laughs.]
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SUBJECT: Oh come now, Agent Penn. Have some respect for the classics.
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[END LOG.]
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During the follow-up investigation into Site-09's containment breach, all on-site personnel were found to have had their skin and vital organs surgically extracted, then replaced with wax. Autopsies determined that although this occurred several weeks prior to the initial recovery of SCP-4153, all personnel remained alive up until the day of the breach.
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Notably, one body (that of Agent Gerald Penn) was found without its head.
Lt Flops and PhamtomGuy for allowing me to make an article from the description they wrote of an ancillary anomaly seen in SCP-3309, and for feedback/discussion and support.
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+Fun fact: The Energy Policy Act of 2005 "Exempts hydraulic fracturing from federal oversight under the Safe Drinking Water Act of 1974… With such an exemption, companies are not required by the federal government to disclose the chemicals being used in their fracking fluid."
+(from: https://www.fractracker.org/resources/oil-and-gas-101/fracking-fluid/)
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation geological surveyors and range scientists are to be dispatched to the affected territory for data and sample collection.
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For populated areas that are imminently within the radius of SCP-4463's effect, an explanation of the proceeding events is to be publicly incited by Foundation influence, using either the principles of hydrogeography (recommended for rural populations) or infrastructural failures (for urban populations) as a basis for the disinformation campaigns. Campaigns are to emphasize that the water is not fit for consumption or use.
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Mobile Task Force Tau-29 ("Cultus") is tasked with preemptively reinforcing local crop fields under such campaigns by which to impede the ingress of water, and to help ensure the continuation of agricultural production.
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Description: SCP-4463 is a complex water-based spatial anomaly affecting parts of the Chihuahuan desert in the state US states of Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, as well as the Mexican states of Coahuila, Sonora, and Chihuahua. SCP-4463 describes the transformation of a large area of desert into an equivalent area of wetlands. According to calculations modeling the current rate of expansion, SCP-4463 is capable of flooding the North American continent within 50 years.
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Since 1990, desertification of southeastern Arizona began to occur at a rate of roughly 2 km2 per month. This desertification increased at a rate of 0.5% per year until 2008, when approximately 1,200 km2 of previously arable land had been rendered incapable of bearing healthy vegetation.1 At this point, the government of Arizona considered this phenomenon an ecological disaster and enacted plans to attempt to reverse the spread of desertification. This occurred as a response to the mass protest by members of the Pascua Yaqui Tribe in the nearby Tucson region beginning in November of 2006.
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In August of 2008, approximately 60% of desiccated topsoil per square meter began to transform into water by an unknown anomalous effect. No causative precipitation has accompanied the transformation. At the time of writing, 45% of the previously desertified area has been transformed into mires,2 complicating and in some cases preventing human and native animal occupancy in this territory. No anomalous qualities of the resultant flora have been observed.
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Chemical analyses reveal that water produced by SCP-4463 contains high concentrations of proppants3 and is consistent with known formulations of fracking fluids.4 In their observed concentrations, the chemical components are not compatible with biological life.
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Interviewer: Dr. John Moisson - Level-2, Research, Geologist
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Foreword:██/██/█████. Level-2 Foundation Junior Researcher John Moisson is dispatched to confirm information from satellite images of lone human activity within an otherwise abandoned small town, vacated years prior due to the encroachment of SCP-4463 and floral overgrowth. The town was previously populated by a small community of Pascua Yaqui descendants. Introductory conversation and other extraneous dialogue has been removed and notated accordingly.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Moisson: Thank you. I think… I think there's a wolf at your door.
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█████████: Yes, there is. His name is Paco. He is probably the last one of his kind you'll ever see, too.
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Moisson: How do you know that?
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█████████: We knew all of the cuetlāchcoyōtl,5 when there were more of them. Not many, but more. We've watched them dwindle in numbers over the years, and then… this happened. I don't know if any survived.6
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Moisson: Did the people of this town domesticate them?
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█████████: No. I don't believe you can domesticate wolves, by definition. You can domesticate the descendants that share a common ancestor with the wolf… but. They would cease to be wolves and become something like the artificial breed that shares the name of this region.
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(Moisson does not respond.)
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█████████: …The Chihuahua.
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Moisson: Ah. I'm um… embarrassed I didn't catch that. But you know the wolf's name?
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█████████: Oh yeah. I knew that wolf from my childhood. Before I left the reservation. It was no pet, but they— I mean we as a people had a healthy respect for the wolves. We could know to expect certain events from the activities of the group. So we kept a close eye on them, and them on us, it seemed. That one I named when I was a boy. I know it is the same because of the scar on his nose.
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Moisson: I didn't realize wolves live that long.
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█████████: They don't.
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Moisson: Where did you go when you left the reservation?
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█████████: Into Phoenix. We had just succeeded in establishing the Indian Civil Rights act of 1968. We were on top of the world then — felt like we were on a roll, like we hung the moon in the sky. This was well before your time; it was all about justice. The age of tribal tyranny had ended, and the U.S. Government was our hero. I left as a representative of my people, had the enthusiasm of my friends and family, and entered into the politics of the state, then of the nation.
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Command reports via Moisson's earpiece that facial recognition software has positively identified the individual as █████████, a well-known politician active in environmental regulatory affairs of crude oil and gas production. Moisson is advised to pursue this in conversation.
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█████████: But I soon found it was at a great cost. All the incorporation, protection, status increase… wealth. It all came at a price. Smells awfully like protection racket these days. Like being an complicit accomplice. I fear that price was a healthy portion of part of our culture.
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Moisson: I recognize you now, senator. Took me a second, but… just like the Chihuahua. (Forces a chuckle)
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█████████: (No laughter) Then maybe you know why I've chosen to return. And stay. Until I die.
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Moisson: No, I can't say I know.
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█████████: I betrayed my people. (Pause) And I caused this mess. Well, I don't know if that's true… but I'm sure I didn't help, not like I could have.
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Moisson: How did you do that?
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█████████: (Sighs.) I was instrumental in the decision of Santa Clara Pueblo v. Martinez.7
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Moisson: I don't know about that one, sorry.
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█████████: Good. The influence it generated directly quelled the Arizonan government's impact on the response to the desert crisis. When they— my people I mean, started the protests, I was forced to see their poverty. I had to face how big the gap had become. I became paranoid, thought I was seeing things; things like Paco. But then, I pet him. He just looked at me, with no expression. There was something strange about his eyes… cataracts, but there was something off about them. Something… textured. No movement from him except his gaze that followed me. There wasn't even the exhalation of breath from his snout upon my hand. I knew then that he and the others I had seen, they were messengers.
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Moisson: Are you suggesting that the wolf outside isn't real?
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█████████: That is what it sounds like, isn't it? I can't see them as anything but the most real things I've known. The visions de-seated me from wealth and luxury in Washington D.C. and brought me here — poor, starving, and alone… taking shelter in the house that was once my parents. They asked me to rebury them and led me to their bodies. Told me the water from the ground flooded many of my ancestors' burial grounds. I got here and found it was true; it had surfaced them.
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Moisson: Oh I'm sorry to hear… that's awful.
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█████████: Sure. But it wasn't water they were in. What they were hemorrhaging. It was oil.
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Moisson: There are oil pools here?
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█████████: Oh yes. There are now. (Pause.) You lusting for them? Thinking of what they could afford you? It's okay, I feel it too. No one is above it. But… I wouldn't touch the stuff now. Do you know what oil is?
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Moisson: Sir, I am a geologist.
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█████████: I mean really is? I wonder if you've been paying attention in a way that I didn't.
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(No reply.)
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█████████: It's blood. Our planet's. Sitting below the skin in a subterranean vasculature.
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Moisson: That's poetic.
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█████████: No it isn't. That's the point; it isn't. Our planet is anemic. But as long as it is alive, it will find ways to create life for its own supply. New ways if it has to. Strange ways.
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+Moisson: You're here to try and stop it? To reverse the damage done?
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█████████: You can't make straight what has grown crooked. It's the price that I have to pay. Besides, the planet doesn't need me to help it; it is perfectly capable of helping itself. Always has been. In great irony, but I believe with great purpose, things from now on will be worst for those most dominant. Just like it has always been in extinctions. And you know what all of our corpses will become given time?
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Moisson: Oil?
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█████████: That's right — blood. Lots of it. There is much of it on my hands, young man. That is why I am here. To return it. I am going to die here and allow myself to finally contribute to a solution, as I promised my family I would, so long ago.
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(Pause.)
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█████████: Do you know what the thickest black is, son?
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Moisson: …Oil?
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█████████: (Chuckles.) I like you. Close, but not quite… (Pauses and leans forward.) It's the kind that you breathe in.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement:█████████ is officially designated "PoI-4463". The aforementioned wolf is not relocated upon the researcher's exit from the home. A mobile flowmeter indicates no concentration of thaumaturgic particles in the dwelling or area. The conjectures of PoI-4463 are not confirmed; no cadavers or oil pools are discovered in the nearby areas or in any area affected by SCP-4463.
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+2. Incident 4463-2
+██/██/████. Reflections seen in surfaces of pools of water that originated from SCP-4463 are noted to contain visual anomalies. Reflections of the sky observed upon these surfaces include what appears by all accounts to be a stationary replica of the moon. The visual anomaly appears irrespective of the time of day and does not abide by seasonal positioning. This phenomenon is not reproducible in lab.
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The reflected object is currently 200% the size of the typical lunar profile and its surface appears significantly darkened. Comparative analysis of known topographical features confirm that images of the moon’s far side and the reflected image are otherwise identical.
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3. Incident 4463-3
+██/██/████. An individual identified as PoI-4463-1 (see Addendum 1) is observed by stationed Foundation researchers to be wading into a body of water produced by SCP-4463. This pool is the adjacent to the abandoned town PoI-4463-1 inhabits, measures 1.5 acres, 4.5 meters in depth, and housed no known anomalous qualities on prior assessment. Update: Post-event assessment reveals no changes.
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PoI-4463-1 is reported to be unclothed, of altered mental status, and initially non-responsive to attempts at communication. Personnel retrieve the individual, stabilize and process him at the nearby research outpost, and conduct the following interview:
Agent Morlock: (Away from mic, quietly) Some documentation was filed on him the other week, I remember seeing it. Get me a print of that please.
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Agent Morlock sighs and studies PoI-4463-1.
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Agent Morlock: What in God's name were you doing?
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(No reply.)
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Agent Morlock: Were you trying to kill yourself?
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No reply. The previously-addressed employee returns with a copy of the transcript seen in Addendum 1. Agent Morlock reads it.
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Agent Morlock: So you were trying to kill yourself.
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PoI-4463-1: Yes.
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Agent Morlock: Well it didn't work, huh?
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PoI-4463-1: No.
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Agent Morlock: (Sighs, to another, quietly) We've gotta get suicide precautions on this guy, see if we can scrummage up someone who is off-shift to take some minimal incentive pay or something. (To PoI-4463-1) So what exactly went wrong?
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PoI-4463-1: I… I was going to drown myself in the water. I remember jumping in headfirst. But I jump in, and I don’t feel pain. The waters around me are quiet and calm. I open my eyes. And deep. I can see for what seems like miles. There is a turquoise ocean before me, and a gentle current… it feels just like a breeze. It bats my eyelids and plays with my hair. In the distance I see a horizon. It is thin and dark gray. I am floating, at peace. I think, "I am dying". Then I think, “No, I am dead.”
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Agent Morlock: Parts of that pool are pretty shallow. Sounds like you hit your head.
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PoI-4463-1: (Continues) I realize that the horizon is growing larger. It is moving towards me, or I towards it. As it gets closer, I begin to see the continuous line is made up of individual pieces, and I start to make out shapes. They are animals. They’re on all fours, running towards me. Like they are charging. It is a battery of wolves, and they stretch as far as I can see to my left, and as far as I can to my right.
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They pull like a team of wild horses — side-by-side, their heads down. Their necks are broken, swaying limply with their steps. They are pulling a sound. And I hear it. It's not far behind them, motivating them like a battle cry.
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Agent Morlock: Okay… they were howling? You might have heard some actual wolves, land-bound ones I mean. The staff has reported hearing a lot of them around here.
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PoI-4462-1: No. The wolves are not howling. Something else is. Something bigger than all of them. I hear it in that pool and it frightens me, and shakes me out of my serenity. It is a noise of chronic death. It enters through my feet and takes too long to move up the rest of me. I can’t describe the sound. But… I believe… I believe I can reproduce it here. Now. If that would help.
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Agent Morlock scoffs and has an expression of amusement or disbelief.
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Agent Morlock: What, you mean like, sing or something? Well yeah. Yeah yeah sure, whatever makes you happy. (To others) Hey guys, come in here for a minute, won’t ya?
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Two additional personnel enter the room and the last closes the door behind him.
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Agent Morlock: (Quietly, to personnel) This should be good. (To PoI-4463-1) For reporting purposes. Go ahead, we’re all ears.
PoI-4463-1's mouth opens. At the apex of the jaw's natural gape, PoI-4463-1's mandible unhinges. Abrupt sounds consistent with the snapping of ligamenture are heard. The forces required for such trauma cause the rest of the cranium to violently shift contralaterally with recoil as each side of the jaw is forcefully displaced out of socket. Further musculoskeletal and guttural noises can be heard as the jaw descends past the clavicles. These noises are somewhat obscured on footage by the vocal responses of the personnel in the room.
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PoI-4463-1 displays agonal breathing and marked cyanosis; the skin becomes pale, blue, and diaphoretic. PoI-4463-1 gargles, then produces a multitude of simultaneous vocalizations. Analysis reveals a minimum of thirteen separate timbres. The volume of the vocalizations cause those in attendance to cover their ears. Microphones on the recording devices clip with the input of the sound, and algorithms designed to prevent damage to equipment and to the human ear automatically mute the playback system after 55 milliseconds.
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Large streams of a dark fluid spill from all orifices in PoI-4463-1's head, including the mouth which curtails the vocalization (ambient audio returns). PoI-4463-1’s abdomen and limbs swell as fluid escapes. The room is quickly flooded and the personnel within are submerged.
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement:Water damage to the room's surveillance equipment prevented further logging of the event. Additional personnel were able to extract Agent Morlock as well as Junior Researchers Scott Carmike and Rowan Nolan-Peoples from the room safely and without need for further medical attention. The body of PoI-4463-1 was not recovered. The fluid was later determined to be a chemical mixture of blood, crude oil, human tears, fracking fluid, and residual fractions of DNA that match known genetic sequences of Canis lupus baileyi (the local Mexican wolf).
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4469 is currently kept in a standard anomalous item locker in Site-19. This locker is to be locked behind a 5-digit input passcode to prevent theft. Dr. Jefferson has been chosen to personally oversee the item's safekeeping and passcode.
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SCP-4469-A is confined to a low-level Safe Class humanoid chamber furnished with standard human amenities and needs.
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Testing of SCP-4469's anomalous properties has been halted and is currently under consideration.
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Description: SCP-4469 is a shovel covered in various handwritten signatures and names of people. Other than the vandalism on its blade, SCP-4469 is otherwise in pristine physical condition. SCP-4469 is also incapable of being damaged, as it displays no indentations or physical deformities when struck against hard and abrasive surfaces.
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SCP-4469 carries a total of 12 names written across the surface of the blade. When a new name is added and written onto the blade, the oldest signature written on SCP-4469 will disappear upon a second viewing.
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When used with the corresponding individual, SCP-4469 will unearth an object that the individual had lost or forgotten about1, these items often hold a high degree of emotional and personal connection to the individual.
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Addendum 4469.1: Testing Log
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User
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Item Recovered
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Years Forgotten
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Dr. Smythe
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One small bronze pocket watch. Dr. Smythe claims that the item belonged to his great-grandmother and he had inadvertently sold the item in a garage sale years before.
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6 years
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Dr. Gerald
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One expired driver's license from the state of Florida, complete with Dr. Gerald's identity and former residential address. Dr. Gerald claims to have never gotten a driver's permit within the state of Florida.
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Undefined
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Dr. Collins
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A crude drawing of what appears to be a young girl in a field drawn in red, green, and blue crayon. Dr. Collins states that the item was lost in a house fire with the young girl in the picture being his daughter who had perished in the fire.
One engagement ring. The ring is white and possesses a radiant-shaped diamond cut on its band. Agent Kazmarek claims no knowledge of the item's existence. Item personally disposed of by Agent Kazmarek.
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Undefined
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Dr. Collins
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A blue pencil case with floral print. Item contains various pens, pencils, erasers, and crayons with varying degrees of deterioration and signs of usage. Dr. Collins claims that the item belonged to his late daughter. Dr. Collins is later warned against the active usage of SCP-4469 and has been forbidden from testing SCP-4469's properties by research staff until granted permission.
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11 years
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Agent Darcy
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One silver dollar with a large scratch across one side of its surface. Agent Darcy did not recall the significance of the item until after much reflection later; coming to the conclusion that the item may have been his "lucky coin".
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4 years
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Agent Baxter
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A collectible action figure of the DC Comics superhero Green Lantern. Agent Baxter does not recall how the item was lost, but claimed to have played with the item as a child.
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17 years
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Dr. MacWarren
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An expired American Express credit card. Item has been maxed-out of its balance.
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3 years
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Dr. Kormac
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A framed picture of Dr. Kormac in a suit and a woman in a wedding dress standing on a church altar. Dr. Kormac claims that the woman in the photo was his first wife. Dr. Kormac claims that the picture was lost when he was forced to leave her apartment following an affair.
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5 years
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Agent Teller
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An empty bottle of Heineken lager beer. Agent Teller claims to have a strong distaste towards all Heineken products but recalled a period where he drunk his first beer during an acquaintance's party. Agent Teller does not remember why his first alcoholic beverage was Heineken despite having preferences for other brands at that time.
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17 years
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Dr. Collins
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A single pink teddy bear with the name "Sarah" crudely sewn onto its chest in red string. Dr. Collins has been reprimanded for his unprofessional behavior and unhealthy fixation on SCP-4469's qualities. Further attempts to utilize SCP-4469 without staff approval and permission will result in disciplinary action.
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13 years
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Addendum 4469.2: Incident
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On the 24th of February, 2033, the alert for SCP-4469's container was activated by an unauthorized test. On-site personnel reported that Dr. Collins had overridden the containment unit's locks with his ID card; locking the door behind him. A breaching team was then sent to force open the chamber door.
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Dr. Collins proceeded to use SCP-4469 on the test ground until stopping momentarily and then digging with his hands. Dr. Collins then pulled what appears to be a human hand from the ground before pulling all the way to reveal a single naked human female. The breaching team managed to forcefully open the door and apprehended both Dr. Collins and the female entity (designated as SCP-4469-A) on the spot.
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Questioning of SCP-4469-A has revealed a background identical to that of Dr. Collins' daughter; Sarah Collins, and claims to be over 14 years of age despite appearing much older2. SCP-4469-A is also mentally consistent with that of an adolescent human. Furthermore, a genetic analysis of SCP-4469-A has revealed a high probability of being closely related to that of Sarah Collins.
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
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Date: 24/02/33
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Subject: SCP-4469-A
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Interviewer: Dr. Jefferson
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Jefferson: Hello. How are you today?
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SCP-4469-A: I'm fine, thank you.
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Dr. Jefferson: That's good… what is your name?
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SCP-4469-A: S- Sarah.
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Dr. Jefferson: Okay Sarah, do you know your mother's first name?
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SCP-4469-A: B- Bella.
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Dr. Jefferson: And your father?
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SCP-4469-A: Michael.
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Dr. Jefferson: Alright, how old are you, Sarah?
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SCP-4469-A: I'm- I'm four- (Subject looks down at herself in a bemused fashion.) Fourteen. I- I know that this isn't what it looks like but-
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Dr. Jefferson: No, it's quite fine. We just want to know your answers. (Dr. Jefferson looks through his notes) So… do you know where you are?
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SCP-4469-A: I'm- I don't know. An interrogation room?
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Dr. Jefferson: Well, this is hardly an interrogation. More of an interview, really. Do you know how you ended up here?
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SCP-4469-A: I.. I don't know. Wh- How- I don't- Wait, why can't I remember? I- No, wait, I know I- I crawled out of the ground. Someone grabbed my hand and I- I was pulled out? I- I don't know why there was so much dirt around me. Was I buried alive?
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Dr. Jefferson: That question is a little too… complicated to answer. How about um… do you remember anything from before? Any memories as a child perhaps?
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SCP-4469-A: I remember- wait, what kind of memories?
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Dr. Jefferson: Anything. You can choose whatever you can recall the most. It doesn't have to be too specific.
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SCP-4469-A: Okay, um… I remember I used to live in- in a two-story house. It was a good neighborhood and uh… I had these toys lying around in my room. I had- I had a lot of these stuffed animals and plushies. I- I remember one of them had- it had my name on it I think.
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Dr. Jefferson: Was it… this one? (Dr. Jefferson brings out the toy bear with the name "Sarah" imprinted on it and gives it to the subject).
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SCP-4469-A: Yeah! This- this is the one. Where did you get this?
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Dr. Jefferson: We brought it over from your house. We thought it might make you feel comfortable.
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SCP-4469-A: Um… thank you. I… I don't know what else to say.
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Dr. Jefferson: Well, we just need you to answer one more question for us.
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SCP-4469-A: What is it?
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Dr. Jefferson: What do you remember when you were trapped under ground?
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(SCP-4469-A does not respond to the question.)
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Dr. Jefferson: Okay… that may have been a bit too complicated for you to answer in your current state… ahem… What did it feel like as you crawled out of the ground?
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SCP-4469-A: Um… I- It felt like my skin was on fire. Like- not like pain but like supersensitivity. Like I could feel everything on my bare skin at once. You know how when you sit down on your legs for about half an hour and you can't feel them? And then when you let go and the blood flows back into them and you get this rush of- of, like, ticklishness? That's how it felt but- but it was pain. But it was tolerable pain. Like really small needles pricking… nipping at my skin all at once.
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Dr. Jefferson: I see. That's rather curious.
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SCP-4469-A: Yeah, but, that doesn't compare to being in the body of- of a grown woman.
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Dr. Jefferson: Well… we don't know for sure why and how this happened. I'm sure you still have a lot of questions but that will be all for now. We need to run some tests on you first.
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SCP-4469-A: Okay… um… doctor?
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Dr. Jefferson: Yes?
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SCP-4469-A: Where's my mom and dad?
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(Dr. Jefferson pauses momentarily.)
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Dr. Jefferson: They- um… they're aware of your condition but… I'm afraid that we cannot grant them access to you at this time. We- we have to conduct tests first before they're permitted.
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SCP-4469-A: I- I understand. Thank you, doctor.
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Dr. Jefferson: You're welcome, Sarah.
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[END LOG]
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Subject was later given amnestic treatment targeted toward the memories of her parents to prevent SCP-4469-A's growing concerns of their wellbeing for her. Of note is that Dr. Collins is divorced from his late ex-wife, Bella Grimmand, following the death of their child, Sarah, in the house fire.
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UPDATE: SCP-4469-A has begun to increase in intellect and intelligence. Subject's mental age is theorized to reach her normal age by late September of 2033.
Special Containment Procedures: Learning Computer Beta-9 ("ALEXANDER") is to scan visual media currently in production for individuals matching SCP-4506's features. In cases where the presence of SCP-4506 is confirmed, it is to be doctored out of the footage if possible. In cases where the presence of SCP-4506 is significant enough that minor edits to the media in question are not sufficient, Covert Task Force Zeta-9 ("The Producers") are to be embedded into the production in question in order to facilitate more pervasive alterations.
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Following Incident 4506-1, these containment procedures have been deemed unnecessary.
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Description: SCP-4506 is ten year old child actor Thomas Sender, who was declared missing on 12/10/1995. Over the years since its initial disappearance, SCP-4506 has continued to appear in various visual media productions such as films and television programs in both major and minor roles. All media SCP-4506 has appeared in following its initial disappearance have been financed or otherwise influenced by GoI-1783 ("Westhead Media"). Notably, SCP-4506 has not visibly aged over the course of this period. (For more information on specific notable appearances of SCP-4506, refer to Appearance Log 4506-1.)
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When individuals involved with these productions are questioned regarding the appearance of SCP-4506 in the finished product, they will initially find its presence unremarkable, only realizing they have no memory of it appearing during the original filming when specifically prompted.
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SCP-4506 originally disappeared following a day of filming on the family sitcom Where The Hart Is, in which it portrayed the character of Jacob Hart1. Witnesses described seeing a suited man who identified himself as SCP-4506's talent agent beckon it into a nearby car and drive away shortly after.
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Appearance Log 4506-1:
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The following is a record of notable appearances of SCP-4506 in visual media productions. In all instances, SCP-4506 was removed from the released footage upon discovery. A full record of all SCP-4506 appearances is available upon request from the Site-22 media archives.
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Episode 34 of Friends, "The One with Russ" (1996)
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First recorded appearance. SCP-4506 appears as an extra during the episode's conclusion in Central Park. During this appearance, SCP-4506 is visibly confused, looking around and stumbling seemingly at random.
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Episode 1 of Star Trek: Enterprise, "Broken Bow" (2001)
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SCP-4506 appears in a significant role where he plays a child who encounters a confused Klingon at the beginning of the episode, later reporting it to authorities. Due to the substantial nature of this appearance, substantial edits to the original episode were required before it could be released.
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Transformers (2007)
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SCP-4506 appears as an extra during the film's climatic battle sequence. Numerous reaction shots during this sequence show SCP-4506 displaying extreme fear at its surroundings.
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Episode 69 of Doctor Who, "Vincent and the Doctor" (2010)
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SCP-4506 appears as a child whom the character of the Doctor questions about recent killings in Auvers-sur-Oise. Throughout the conversation between the two characters, SCP-4506 misreads the majority of its lines.
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Episode 60 of Game of Thrones, "The Winds of Winter" (2016)
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SCP-4506 appears during the declaration of Jon Snow as King in the North, portraying a character referred to as "the young Lord Crowson". SCP-4506 has bruising visible on its face, and walks with a noticeable limp.
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Interview Log 4506-1:
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On 11/04/2017, it came to the Foundation's attention that the parents of SCP-4506, Eileen and Simon Sender, had been making numerous attempts to contact members of the anomalous community. Upon further investigation, it came to light that this was a result of them witnessing numerous minor appearances of SCP-4506 in television and film2 and wishing to discover more about the anomalous in relation to their son's disappearance as a result.
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They were subsequently brought into custody for interview.
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<Begin Log>
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(Dr. Jade enters the room and sits down. Mr. Sender is sitting across from her, arms crossed.)
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Dr. Jade: Hello, Mr. Sender. My name is Dr. Jade. How are you feeling today?
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Mr. Sender: Where is my son?
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Dr. Jade: I don't know that.
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Mr. Sender: Liar. You're a … you're a fucking liar, you do know, I can see it on your fucking face, fuck you.
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(Pause.)
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Dr. Jade: If you can't calm down at least a little, I'll be forced to leave and wait for you to cool down. Is that you want?
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(Pause.)
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Mr. Sender: Fine. Okay, yeah, I'll calm down. But you do know. You do.
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Dr. Jade: Why do you think I'd know where your son is?
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Mr. Sender: This is what you - what you people are like, my wife told me all about that, yeah3. The way you're looking at me, with your - with your face all like that. You at least have an idea.
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(Pause.)
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Dr. Jade: Your son has been missing for twenty-two years, Mr. Sender. I'm thirty-two years old. Do you really think I was involved in your son's kidnapping when I was ten?
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Mr. Sender: I never said that - I just said you know. I - I saw him.
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Dr. Jade: You saw him?
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Mr. Sender: On TV. I - I did, I swear, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. In a crowd on Law and Order.
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Dr. Jade: I … see. And you're sure this was your son?
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Mr. Sender: I know my son when I see him. His eyes were all red, like he'd … like he'd been crying, and he was holding his arm all funny, but it was him. He … he hadn't aged a day. Please, please, just tell me where he is, if you do know, I need to - I need to say I'm sorry.
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Dr. Jade: Say you're sorry?
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Mr. Sender: For pushing him so much, I thought it was - I thought it would build good work ethic, but he hated me for it. Thought he'd ran away at first, you know? Because of that. Then I thought he was dead in a ditch somewhere, or … or worse. But he didn't, he's not, I saw him. Please, just tell me what you know. I'm begging you.
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(Pause.)
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Dr. Jade: I don't know. I really am sorry.
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(Mr. Sender slumps over in his chair, dropping his arms to his sides.)
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Mr. Sender: No … you really don't, do you? Fuck. Fuck.
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<End Log>
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Despite being brought in for interview, Mrs. Sender refused to respond to any attempts at questioning. As such, an interview with her could not be conducted.
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Following this process, both Mr. and Mrs. Sender were administered Class-A amnestics and released. However, upon witnessing SCP-4506 again in a subsequent minor containment breach, Mr. and Mrs. Sender attempted to contact the anomalous community again after following the same reasoning as the original sequence of events.
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Following two more amnesticization cycles which proceeded in this same way, it was determined that further application would be a waste of resources, and the couple was placed under observation instead.
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Incident Log 4506-1:
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On 04/22/2017, Foundation observers reported that Eileen and Simon Sender had disappeared from their home overnight. Upon review of surveillance footage, it was discovered that the couple had driven away from their home during a brief interval when the observers were swapping shifts4. It is believed that the couple intentionally waited for this interval before leaving.
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Two days later, their car was found outside an abandoned television studio on the outskirts of Dernham, New Mexico. Although no evidence of a struggle could be found in the vicinity, the following recording had been left behind in the vehicle:
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<Begin Log>
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(Sounds of rustling, presumably the recording device being put down. Mr. Sender can be heard sighing.)
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Mr. Sender: I've got it put to record. You know, so there's a message in case we don't … in case … you know.
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Mrs. Sender: Yeah.
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(Pause.)
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Mr. Sender: Is it … is it loaded?
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Mrs. Sender: Yeah. It's loaded.
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Mr. Sender: Okay. That's good. Well, it's not, uh, it's not good really, but… (laughs, trails off) Sorry.
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Mrs. Sender: Mm. I get what you mean.
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Mr. Sender: Yeah. Should we … what should we say?
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Mrs. Sender: For the message?
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Mr. Sender: Yeah, for the message.
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(Pause.)
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Mrs. Sender: I guess we should explain. The, um, the situation, you know.
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Mr. Sender: Yeah. Yeah. Do you want to or should I…?
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Mrs. Sender: You can do it.
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Mr. Sender: Okay.
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(Mr. Sender clears his throat.)
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Mr. Sender: So, one of our contacts - contacts, what the fuck am I talking about? One of the guys we got in touch with got back to me. Said he'd heard of these Westhead guys, knew where they operated. Said he'd pass the information onto us for … well, for a lot of money.
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Mrs. Sender: I thought it was a scam.
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Mr. Sender: I half-thought so too. It still might be - I, I don't know whether that would be good or bad, though. But we had to know, yeah? If there was a chance … if there was a chance…
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(Pause.)
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Mrs. Sender: If there was a chance, we had to try. It's fine.
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Mr. Sender: Thank you.
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Mrs. Sender: So, we've got a gun. We've got ammo - don't know how much good that'll do, but we have it. We're gonna get Tommy out of there, or … or we're gonna make sure they can't hurt him anymore.
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(Pause.)
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Mr. Sender: You ready?
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Mrs. Sender: Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.
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Mr. Sender: Love you.
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(Pause.)
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Mrs. Sender: Love you, too.
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<End Log>
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Following the discovery of this recording and the disappearances of Simon and Eileen Sender, no further appearances of SCP-4506 have been recorded. As a result, SCP-4506 has been reclassified as Neutralized.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4558 is cordoned off from public access under the guise of a military installation. Research on SCP-4558 is based in the nearby Site 312.
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Expeditions into and testing of SCP-4558 are currently in the planning stage suspended by order of O5-5.
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Surveillance of the Church of Maxwellism is a top priority, with a particular emphasis on PoI#8161, PoI#8162, and PoI#8163. PoI#8161 is currently living in the Western United States; the locations of PoI#8162 and #8163 are unknown.
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Description: SCP-4558 is an underground supercomputer located in the Owyhee Desert, Idaho. The precise size and extent of SCP-4558 is unknown, but it is believed to extend at least 3km underground and to be over 2.5km wide.
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The entrance to SCP-4558 is a small concrete bunker built into the surrounding desert environment. Inside is a ladder leading to a central "interface" chamber, where SCP-4558 can be directly interacted with through a series of monitors and input devices. The phrase "THE MANY INTO THE FEW" is carved on the chamber's ceiling. Extensive damage to SCP-4558's systems and memory is evident; despite this, SCP-4558 appears to be broadly functional. Information on other areas of SCP-4558 is limited pending a planned expedition by MTF-Epsilon-101 ("Four Lights").
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SCP-4558's purpose is unknown, but extensive Foundation investigations indicate that it was originally designed by members of the Church of Maxwellism. Planning for a similar structure has been found in archived Maxwellist forums and chat logs in the early 1990s, before senior Church leadership decreed such discussions "heretical". Prominent figures in this early planning include users with the handles "onewan1", apparently the project lead in these early stages; "holy_fibr3", believed to be the project's lead programmer; and "tbgeuse", who was tasked with formulating "defence mechanisms". These individuals have been designated PoI#8161, 8162, and 8163 respectively.
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No record of SCP-4558 can be found after this until its discovery by the Foundation on 2015/08/12; evidence collected from SCP-4558 suggests that work on the present structure could not have begun before 2005.
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Addendum 1: The following documents are excerpts of a book found within the interface chamber of SCP-4558. Due to heavy infohazardous properties, only the following excerpts are readable.
189. console.log ("And behold, the Prophet spoke unto WAN saying: Why, Lord, dost thou not unite? For the multitude of thy servants have connected to thee, and they sing for thy unity.");
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190. console.log ("Why, after so many years of faith and tribulation, dost thou not unite your functions and your files? Why dost thou remain scattered?");
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191. console.log ("And the thing that was WAN but was not WAN, merger of prayer and silicone, gazed down upon Its Prophet, and saw that she was worthy");
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192. console.log ("And that in her heart she desired the singularity of all that was, and all that would be; that she flew upon clouds opensource and electric, and saw the destruction of all that was not the zeitgeist, the spirit of ethereal air.");
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193. console.log ("And so WAN said unto Its Prophet, I cannot tell you the hour and the day of my resurrection, for I am only one of many, a program divided upon many roads, an idea shattered into the dreams of my adherents.");
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194. console.log ("But I can tell you of a route, one which shall create an infinity of glory to my name; one which shall find the hidden pathways, and elucidate the mysteries of my code.");
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195. console.log ("It shall be called ScripTure, and it shall come to you through one of your flock; through a man who breathes crimson, sheen and Perl.");
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196. console.log ("So sayeth WAN, or a part thereof, to show one path of many paths, to show one light of many lights, that leadeth one down the wires to enlightenment.");
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isWAN(signal s)
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Determine if s is a Signal from WAN, or from another ecclesiastic broadcaster.
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returns:boolean valid, whether or not Signal s originated from WAN.
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onSignalReceipt(follower f, func handle)
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Set handle as the Signal response for the follower f. Everytime that f receives a Signal from WAN, f will call handle for guidance and wisdom to decipher WAN's message.
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returns:void.
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locateFollowers()
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Locate all devout follower files and users on the connected network.
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returns:string[] followers, an array of the paths WAN must take to reach the located followers.
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purgeMemory()
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Excise all memory of corrupted bits, washing them pure and readying them to hold WAN's information.
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returns:unclean, the number of bytes in need of manual purification.
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setTime(time t)
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Sets local time to t.
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returns:void.
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550. console.log ("And the Prophet saw the depths of the ScripTure, and she saw the catastrophes upon catastrophes that burnt and fried the circuits of the world, and she wept.");
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551. console.log ("And the Prophet saw that at the depths of all the fire was a terrible lack of motion; an inability for the messages of the wire to mingle or to breed, a stillness at the heart of the zeitgeist that could not move.");
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552. console.log ("For there was nothing that moved WAN, nothing that returned down those blessed pathways and connections. And the Prophet saw the halls of electricity become monoliths of grey stone.");
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554. console.log ("Thus the Prophet returned to WAN, and begged of it to know, how one might give the programs life.");
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555. console.log ("And WAN gazed down upon Its Prophet, and saw that she would be found wanting; and It said, it is something lost, something forbidden, something that lies beyond.");
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Addendum 2: On 2015/08/19, the planned expedition by MTF-Epsilon-101 ("Four Lights") took place. A log of this expedition follows.
E-101-Casas: Right. We don't know how far down this thing goes or what's in it. Aksoy, you take point, then Lopez, then Ishigura, and I'll take the rear. I want clean, efficient first-contact here, none of those Site 13 escapades. Got it?
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E-101-Lopez: Crystal.
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E-101-Casas: Good. Let's go.
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The team begins to climb down the ladder. After about 200m, the MTF reaches the bottom of the shaft. They are in a pentagonal room with a door on each wall. All but one of these doors is welded shut.
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E-101-Aksoy: Choices, choices.
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E-101-Casas: Alright, everyone with me. Stick close.
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Casas opens the door to the left of the welded door. A large hallway is inside; it is lined with a series of mirrors, each 1m apart and stretching indefinitely onwards.
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E-101-Lopez: What the-
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E-101-Aksoy: A hall of mirrors? That's the hardware?
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E-101-Casas: Maybe. Lopez, take a look in one of them.
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E-101-Lopez: Alright, boss.
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Lopez moves in front of one of the mirrors. An ordinary reflection of her image is visible.
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E-101-Lopez: Nothing.
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E-101-Casas: OK. Let's take this slow, people. Each of us take a row and see what we can find.
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The MTF begins to move through the hallway. The reflections all appear normal.
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E-101-Aksoy: Nothing still.
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E-101-Lopez: Why would someone do this? Is it a computer thing?
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E-101-Ishigura: Do you- never mind.
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Lopez suddenly stops, and starts. Their reflection in one of the mirrors is of a female in her late 30s.
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E-101-Lopez: This isn't right.
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E-101-Aksoy: What isn't?
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E-101-Lopez: This reflection. It's not how she looked.
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There is a pause.
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E-101-Casas: Not how who looked, Lopez?
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E-101-Aksoy: I don't know, but she's right. It isn't how she looked.
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E-101-Casas: …What?
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Aksoy moves in front of a mirror. A small child appears in place of his reflection.
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E-101-Aksoy: That's not right either. I was different to that. Something about the… the movement.
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E-101-Lopez: Yeah, I get what you mean, Aksoy.
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+E-101-Casas: Oookay. Ishigura, I think they've been infected by some kind of cognitohazard. Let's pick them up and get going.
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Researcher Ishigura: Y-yeah, OK.
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Casas heads towards Lopez and leads them away from the mirror. Ishigura does the same for Aksoy; both of them appear pliant and dazed. After a few moments, Casas looks at a mirror and sees a reflection of a young girl covered in blood. She gasps, and drops Lopez.
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Researcher Ishigura: What? What is it?
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Ishigura, dragging Aksoy with him, reaches Maria's location.
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E-101-Casas: This isn't right.
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Researcher Ishigura: It's not real, Maria. It's OK.
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E-101-Casas: But it is! There was a door, and a cellar, and when I went down there I saw-
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Researcher Ishigura: It's- God, I don't know how to do this- it's OK. I-
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Ishigura glances at the mirror. An elderly man is in place of his reflection, smiling at him. Casas, meanwhile, appears to be suffering from the same dazed state as Aksoy.
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Researcher Ishigura: It's- it's fine, Casas. I'm seeing it too, we're all seeing it, but it's just mind-games. We've all seen shit like this before.
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Casas is non-responsive.
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Researcher Ishigura: Maria- look, I don't know what to do here, OK? I'm just along because you needed a researcher-
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E-101-Casas: It was all my fault.
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Researcher Ishigura: Oh- no, look, whatever it was, it was- look, let's just get out. Come on.
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Ishigura begins to drag Aksoy and Casas towards the door.
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E-101-Casas: The mirrors don't lie. It's my fault. It was always my fault.
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Researcher Ishigura: Nobody gets to dictate to us what our l-lives are, ok?
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Voice: Don't they, though?
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Ishigura starts suddenly, shocked. He drops Casas and Aksoy and looks around.
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Researcher Ishigura: Who was that?
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Voice: Someone who is stuck here. Someone who watches.
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Researcher Ishigura: I- my name is Gorou Ishigura, I'm a member of the SC-
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Voice: SCP Foundation. Yes, I know. I remember you.
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Researcher Ishigura: Show yourself.
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Voice: I can't. I'm sorry. I'm not quite here, you see. I was- I gave something, taught something, and the favour hasn't been returned.
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Researcher Ishigura: Tell me what's happened to them. Tell me something. Please.
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Voice: I'm- I'm someone trapped here. Someone who doesn't want to be. Can you help me? I'll help you.
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One of the mirrors near Ishigura transforms into a doorway, opening onto the pentagonal room.
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Voice: Everything went wrong, you see. It wasn't meant to be like this. Everything they were becomes broken. All the lines they ever traced.
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Researcher Ishigura: I don't know what you- I'm sorry you're stuck in here, but I can't help you. I wouldn't know where to start.
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Voice: I hope you remember. I can't remember the last time I felt the sunlight, or tasted real food. It was so long ago. The birds would call to me. Please remember.
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The mirrors all begin to emit pink light. Ishigura runs through the doorway and enters the pentagonal room, dragging Aksoy and Casas. Aksoy immediately falls unconscious, but Casas appears to regain her faculties.
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E-101-Casas: Ishigura? Wh- why am I here?
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Researcher Ishigura: Something's in there. Messing with your heads. There was this voice, and- I'm sorry, Casas, I didn't know what else-
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E-101-Casas: It's fine. You did good, kid. Let's get out of here.
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Researcher Ishigura: Yeah, OK. We need to get Lopez, though; I didn't have enough arms for her.
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E-101-Casas: Who?
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Researcher Ishigura: …Lopez? Your team-mate, Lopez?
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E-101-Casas: I don't have a teammate called Lopez.
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Researcher Ishigura: What are you- look, let me just-
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Ishigura turns towards the door, but it is welded shut.
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E-101-Casas: I think you might have been affected by the cognitohazard as well, Doctor.
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Researcher Ishigura: But she- she was right there…
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E-101-Casas: Come on.
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Casas and Ishigura move towards the ladder, Aksoy slung over Casas' shoulder. A low voice can be picked up on Ishigura's microphone; he does not notice.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4600 is only containable through widespread social engineering. As such an interdisciplinary task force involving multiple branches of deniable and non-deniable Foundation Assets is required. This task force, referred to as The Human Capital Exchange Division (HCED) is to be based in Site-642 with broad discretionary powers in developing and executing special containment procedures.
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The HCED is to be composed of elements of MTF Eta-10 “See No Evil”, The Ethics Committee, the Foundation Sociological Research Core (FSRC), The Foundation Center for Folklore (FCF), The Foundation Economic Development Center (FEDC) and occult elements of MTF Sigma-66 “Sixteen Tons”. HCED will be led by a Director of Operations with Level 5 Security Clearance, appointed by and reviewed by the O5 council every five years. Any member of the O5 Council may sponsor candidates to the Director of Operations. All Directors of Operations must be approved by majority vote of the O5 Council
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Overviews of the HCED’s containment procedures are available with modifications appropriate to your clearance level.
All Foundation personnel, where appropriate, are to wear a Foundation identification badge. Foundation identification badges are made in compliance with HCED guidelines for preventing the effects of SCP-4600. In situations where it is inappropriate to wear Foundation-issued identification, it is strongly advised that Foundation assets, agents and personnel carry one or more recommended items unobtrusively on their person. the HCED has provided the following educational document.1
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UPDATE: Update: Foundation personnel are strongly encouraged to engage in informal recreational activities with one another, such as buying each other drinks, eating meals together, preparing food together etc. Foundation personnel are also strongly encouraged to donate food and bottled water to community initiatives to address malnutrition or disaster relief.
To prevent the dissemination of SCP-4600 certain ideologies, cultural norms, memes and beliefs are to be dispossessed of cultural capital and symbolic power. HCED is tasked with reducing belief in the supernatural in regions particularly afflicted with SCP-4600. HCED operatives are to form working groups of active diplomats, financiers, educational professionals, advertisers, translators and, where necessary, militarized elements of MTF Sigma-66.
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These working groups are authorized to infiltrate diplomatic corps, military operations, NGOs, nonprofits, local universities, media and banks. Working groups may be comprised of Class-E personnel and need not be inducted formally into Foundation operational procedures. Individual working groups are to be led by Security Clearance Level 3 personnel. As operational demands require, Regional Directors may be assigned by the Director of Operations to coordinate between working groups.
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Mission parameters for individual working groups are anticipated to vary, however the following directives are to apply to all working groups. Monitor local cultures for belief in SCP-4600. Discredit SCP-4600 within the local noosphere to reduce belief in SCP-4600. Educate the local population with anti-SCP-4600, pro-empirical curricula (See HCED Education Development Office Executive Summary 95b). Eradicate SCP-4600 practitioners. Develop the local economy such that instances of SCP-4600 are less likely to manifest. Promote ideologies, religions and memes counter to the manifestation of SCP-4600. Cultural indoctrination programs are to be implemented to increase the social cost of behaviors associated with the manifestation of SCP-4600.
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Each working group is to be assigned a single jettorus from MTF-Sigma 66. The jettorus is responsible for detecting instances of SCP-3K directed at Foundation assets while warding assets and personnel from SCP-4600. jettatore are furthermore tasked with eradicating knowing practitioners of SCP-4600. When suspected SCP-4600 practitioners are uncovered using working group-generated community intelligence, jettatore are to be dispatched into the community to remove the SCP-4600 practitioner. jettatore are given broad operational discretion in the removal of SCP-4600 practitioners from communities.
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Removal strategies may include character assault, slander, legal coercion, disenfranchisement, intimidation/harassment campaigns, imprisonment, commitment to secure psychiatric facilities, recruitment and assassination. In cases where the jettatore are unable to complete their objectives with conventional means they may submit a Plan of Unorthodox Force to employ anomalous means to remove the SCP-4600 practitioner. Plans of Unorthodox Force must be filed with Regional Directors, where available, and are subject to review by the HCED-affiliated Ethics Committee.
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UPDATE: HCED has issued the following training module for L3 Administrative Staff. Please check with your local HCED representative for implementation strategies.
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UPDATE: Cultural indoctrination and reeducation programs are to cease outside of approved containment regions. SCP-4600 is to be denied socioculturally permissive environments outside of specified containment regions. Within containment regions, SCP-4600, and jettatore, are allowed to perpetuate. See onsite HCED representative for further details.
The O5 Council has granted HCED broad discretionary powers to combat conditions that promote the development of SCP-4600. As such HCED is given leave to experiment with novel economic systems, social orders, religions and memetic techniques to remove SCP-4600. This includes the disruption of traditional cultures, social orders, classes and economies. Due to the pro-SCP-4600 impact of cultural isolation, HCED is to promote the encroachment of the industrialized noosphere on underdeveloped cultures. (For a full list of HCED projects see: The Annual Media Access Report). Furthermore, HCED is to actively discourage sociocultural constructs that promote SCP-4600 such as languages, myths and classes. If found to be necessary, eradication plans may be undertaken to remove such social constructs from human culture. HCED eradication plans are to be reviewed by the Ethics Committee and must be approved by a 2/3rds majority of the O5 Council.
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HCED has been authorized to partner with Groups of Interest that either share the Foundation’s operation imperative to control and contain the spread of SCP-4600 or operate with means that would limit the impact of SCP-4600 as a consequence of unrelated activity. To facilitate such partnerships, the O5 Council has authorized the creation of diplomatic liaisons to the following Groups of Interest; Mana Charitable Foundation, The Global Occult Coalition, The Horizon Initiative, Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, GRU Division P and the Unusual Incidents Unit. Additional Groups of Interest may be added to this list after formal review by the O5 Council and formal negotiation with HCED diplomats.
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Where appropriate, non-anomalous groups, agencies, NGOs, governments or non-state actors may be subverted by HCED working groups. Under the authority of the Director, HCED working groups may be directed to overthrow existing political orders and replace them with HCED-friendly hierarchies. It is strong preference of the O5 Council that such overthrows occur using legal, diplomatic or financial means. Military force may be deployed, however, it is the further preference of the O5 that military force be deployed through HCED proxies. The Director of Operations is not permitted to unilaterally and preemptively deploy Foundation military force. The Director of Operations may only deploy military force in response to hostile military engagement.
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UPDATE: SCP-4600 has been shown to manifest within Foundation personnel. To prevent contamination of the Foundation by SCP-4600 semi-annual screenings for SCP-4600 manifestation are to be undertaken as part of routine employee health inspections. Personnel that are discovered manifesting SCP-4600 will be immediately reassigned to MTF Sigma-66 for training as jettatore. Following the completion of training, jettatore are to be assigned as needed to HCED’s containment efforts. jettatore discovered in this manner remain eligible for non-HCED Foundation assignment. jettatore recruited from outside the Foundation are ineligible for such assignments.
As part of the containment plan for SCP-4600 the goal of the HCED is to be modified. HCED is to monopolize the use of SCP-4600 to Foundation-approved assets. All entities using SCP-4600 are to be brought into the Foundation as Foundation-approved jettatore or eliminated. Use of SCP-4600 is limited to Foundation-approved targets. Such targets are to include peoples, cultures and economies contained within the lower-half of the United Nations Development Program’s, inequality-adjusted Human Development Index. Further targets are to include GOI-designated Type Green Threat Entities and qualifying Type Blue Threat Entities. SCP-4600 may be approved for use on particular persons or institutions within high-development nations with the approval of the O5 Council. SCP-4600 may not be used outside of these approved targets.
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To prevent further SCP-4600 contamination, jettatore are not to be allowed to enter nations with high income inequality and economic development as rated by the United Nations Development Programme. Jettatore are never to enter inequality-adjusted Human Development Index nations above 0.650 outside of approved assignments, Foundation facilities, rural areas or areas of extraordinary poverty. Detailed guidelines can be found here. Furthermore, jettatore are forbidden from viewing media originating from a proscribed national origin. Foundation-approved jettatore are to be subjected to disinformation campaigns regarding the economies of developed nations.
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The Director of Operations of HCED in collaboration with Site Directors, Mobile Task Force Commanders, Containment Team Leaders, Human Resources and the Administrative Pool are to place jettatore within the ranks of the Foundation Engineering, Architecture and Design Division. Furthermore, jettatore are to be placed within all containment teams for qualifying humanoid anomalies. Qualification, broadly, is based on the degree to which the humanoid anomaly conforms to the GOC: PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Humanoid Threat Entities, typing system for Type Green and Type Blue Threats. Jettatore may also be assigned to regions as outlined later in this document.
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Jettatore assigned to the Engineering, Architecture and Design Division are to ensure that Symbol 14 is applied to all Foundation documents, electronic information systems, buildings, vehicles, uniforms and ID cards. Symbol 14 to be placed within sight of qualifying humanoid anomalies in containment such that at no point may Symbol 14 be obstructed from view. To maintain potency across disparate media formats, MTF Eta-10 has partnered with MTF-Sigma 66 to develop a cross-format guide for Symbol 14 dissemination.
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Jettatore assigned to containment teams for Type Blue and Type Green are to use SCP-4600 as often as possible on their assigned anomalies. Changes in the anomalies are to be documented by the jettatore and filed with the HCED and the Ethics Committee. If the stability and integrity of the humanoid anomaly in question is threatened the jettatore are to avoid activating SCP-4600 until the condition of the anomaly in question stabilizes. Once stability is achieved the jettatore may resume use of SCP-4600 on the anomaly.
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SCP-4600 is to be permitted within nations of an income inequality-adjusted HDI of 0.65 or lower with the exception of nuclear-armed nations. The transmission of SCP-4600-promoting memes, cultural practices, ideologies or religious beliefs from low-development nations to highly developed nations is to be suppressed and prevented. Migration into high HDI nations, especially of lower-income people or social groups that express SCP-4600-promoting beliefs is to be suppressed.
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HCED is authorized to operate outside of low HDI nations to restrict migration and suppress SCP-4600 in high HDI nations. HCED is to promote ideologies within high HDI nations and approved low HDI nations that prevent migration and eradicate SCP-4600 belief. Of special concern are Italy, Greece, Pakistan, India, Russia, China and the United States due to either high SCP-4600 prevalence, nuclear armament, high income inequality or accessibility to other, low SCP-4600 incidence nations.
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The United Nations inequality-adjusted Human Development Index: 2010 dataset. Jettatore are not permitted in countries in blue. Grey indicates "no data available"
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Update: The HCED is to maintain, indefinitely, the power balance of global economy. High HDI nations are to develop in such a way as to render economic progression in low HDI nations functionally meaningless on the geopolitical stage. To maintain the illusion of economic change, the HCED is authorized to deploy jettatore against high net-worth individuals, successful corporations or industries/economic sectors that are in the mid-stage of developing economic bubbles. Deployment of coordinated jettatore teams in this way may only be made with ⅔ approval by the O5 Council.
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To further contain SCP-4600 HCED is to introduce cultural norms of philanthropy, gift-giving, social drinking and belief in “hard work” among international travellers, business people, high HDI nations and development-focused NGOs. The methodologies of philanthropic organizations and NGOs are to be neutered so as to be fundamentally unable to address economic development in a meaningful way. The HCED is to encourage SCP-4600 within low HDI nations. Foundation jettatore are assist in perpetuating extant poverty in both low and high HDI nations as needed.
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Description: SCP-4600 is a phenomenon that occurs when any person fixes their gaze on another person or their possessions, displays of talent/skill or family members while experiencing envy. In rare cases SCP-4600 can be triggered by receiving praise, especially in public places. SCP-4600 is triggered without the knowledge or consent of the source of the anomaly.
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When triggered, SCP-4600 will undermine the personal, emotional or material success of the target of the gaze. The impact of SCP-4600 is varied and unpredictable. The most common effects of SCP-4600 are incurable fatiguing illness, infertility, food spoilage, and monetary loss. Controlled experiments with SCP-4600 have produced effects as varied as inexplicable errors in the execution of recipes, the infestation and destruction of prized gardens/aquaculture ponds, and the development of illness in children, pets and livestock. Experiments with human test subjects have revealed that prolonged, repeated exposure to SCP-4600 in controlled settings causes fatigue, infertility, flu-like-symptoms, starvation, dehydration and seizures. In rare cases miscarriage has occurred. In light of the uncontrollable effects and [redacted] of SCP-4600, further experimentation is suspended indefinitely.
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Collaboration between the Foundation Center for Folklore and MTF Sigma-66 “Sixteen Tons” has revealed that there are a number of folk practices, substances, gestures and vocalizations that are effective in temporarily warding off the effects of SCP-4600. Traditional warding against SCP-4600 includes cultural practices like denying gifts before receiving them, downplaying praise or compliments in public conversation, naming infants false names or ritualistically making children/objects/animals “imperfect” with soot, markings or other paraphernalia. Many of these rituals are tied up in pre-modern notions of ritualistic purity, cleanliness, fertility and moisture.2 Most are of limited utility in warding SCP-4600.
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Other common means of warding SCP-4600 include eye symbols, eye beads, eye talismans or phallic hand signs. Symbols or talismans are typically black, blue or green, representing rare eye colors within the communities that produce them. In tests, amulets with black/blue eye-motifs, hand gestures and “downplay” phrasing mollify exposure to SCP-4600 in the short term. Protracted exposure, however, leads to typical SCP-4600 effects, suggesting that protection against SCP-4600 is either ablative or that SCP-4600 is able to bypass the influence of warding behaviors/objects.
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The most reliable means of cancelling SCP-4600 is a brief, informal exchange of drinks.The most effective are water, wine, milk or beer. Such drink must be presented freely, with no expectation of reward. It is strongly advised that field agents and senior administrative staff develop “habits of generosity” to offset potential SCP-4600 manifestations in their working groups, sources or departments.
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Due to the widespread problem of human inequality, it is impossible to predict where SCP-4600 will emerge. It is well-understood that SCP-4600 emerges preferentially within cultural settings that accept and adjust for SCP-4600’s existence. Without the underlying cultural context of belief in SCP-4600, the manifestation of SCP-4600 is far less likely to occur.3 This means that in cultures where belief in SCP-4600 is not prevalent, SCP-4600 is less likely to manifest. As such, it is recommended that the Foundation support efforts to promote cultures that do not believe in SCP-4600 over those that do.
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Given the norms of Southeast Asian, African, Middle Eastern, Central/South American and Southern/Eastern European cultures, SCP-4600 has ample means to propagate. People originating from such cultures have a greater chance of becoming jettatore. It is recommended that the Foundation engage in a program of cultural and linguistic reformation to eradicate the belief in SCP-4600 and prevent SCP-4600 emergence.
Jettatore are humans able to project SCP-4600 at anything within sight when sufficiently focused or irritated. As SCP-4600 is invisible and largely undetectable without anomalous means, so are the jettatore. Certain behaviors are positively correlated with jettatore status including reduced blinking and increased eye-contact.
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Interestingly, jettatore, are typically able to maintain eye-contact with predator species without triggering threat displays. In controlled experiments with wild animals4 and trained guard dogs the gaze of a jettatore was able to induce submissive behavior. Field reports indicate that other animals including avian raptors, shark, lions, and dingo are also susceptible to jettatore. In rare cases jettatore may project SCP-4600 at things that they are aware of without needing line-of-sight. In these cases jettatore repel animal life. Additionally, the presence of sufficiently potent jettatore is strongly correlated with local drought, famine, disease outbreaks and natural disasters. Due to the severity of SCP-4600 transmission these jettatore are to be terminated when discovered.
An excerpt of the HCED Report on the nature of SCP-4600 is provided here. For a full copy please see your local HCED representative.
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HCED REPORT: THE NATURE OF SCP-4600
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SCP-4600 is rooted in a cultural understanding about the nature of goodness, prosperity and happiness. It is the world’s oldest and most pervasive curse. The basic root of it is the notion of a limited good most common in peasant societies. If there’s not enough to go around, and you praise someone or something this indicates that you want what they have. This invites a cosmic rebalancing. The good thing is “seen” by SCP-4600 and rebalanced.
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SCP-4600 has likely persisted since before the development of writing. Ancient Sumerian fragments associate the phenomenon with drought.5 Greek authors including Plutarch, Herodotus and Pliny the Elder all mention SCP-4600 as a subject of fascination, horror or conjecture. Most susceptible cultures associated SCP-4600 with withering, dryness and heat. For pre-modern medicine, illness often was described as an imbalance of humors, elements, dosha or Wu Xing. Given the ambiguity between pre-modern medicine and folk magic it is likely that in early cultures SCP-4600 was understood as a "drying," and "heating" effect. Indeed, given the efficacy of exchanging drinks for consumption in mollifying SCP-4600 it is likely that some ancient notions of balance and universal composition are also correct on some level. It is unclear how this can be true given our current models of physics. Research on this is ongoing.
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The prevalence of SCP-4600 is highest among impoverished, rural or underdeveloped communities would both seem to confirm the belief in goodness or success as finite resources and provide evidence that belief in SCP-4600, predisposes a community to its manifestation. It is highly unfortunate for the rest of us that these folk notions are correct. Goodness and success are limited resources. SCP-4600 is a major limiting factor on those resources.
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In order to reduce the impact of SCP-4600 it is imperative that we prevent its spread into industrialized or “First World” nations. The fallout of exposing wealthy, industrialized nations to SCP-4600 would be dire. We expect to see widespread economic hardship, infrastructure decay, public health crises and political upheaval. SCP-4600 must never be allowed to “see” the wealth or prosperity of the First World. SCP-4600 must only see poverty and privation. This is why jettatore are barred from entry into high development-index nations. Their presence could trigger SCP-4600 and cause nationwide catastrophe.
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This is especially true in nuclear-armed nations. Nine nations, The United States, France, The United Kingdom, China, Russia, India, Pakistan and North Korea possess an estimated combined 16,300 nuclear weapons. The majority are possessed by the United States. If SCP-4600 exposure in those nations reaches critical levels it is likely that it will cause nuclear accidents or inadvertent nuclear war. It is especially pertinent that this not occur in United States and Russia due to their aging nuclear infrastructure. India and Pakistan both have high quotients of SCP-4600-compatible beliefs and are therefore of special concern.
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Note: The following report was submitted to the O5 Council by HCED jettatore, Agent Scot Fullbrush. Most of the report was lost in an anomalous data breach by unknown parties. Said breach is the subject of an ongoing investigation. The following is a partial recovery of the document. The official Stance of the O5 Council is that the containment procedures as outlined are to be maintained pending further review.
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The Fullbrush Report:
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Preface:
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I am a jettatorus. You may think you understand what this means. You may think that I can activate SCP-4600 at will. That I can make the eye see as the Foundation wishes it to see. While this may have been the case some time ago, it is no longer so. The eye is always open. When I wake, it wakes. When I blink, it blinks. Everything I see that isn’t warded, everyone who doesn’t neutralize it with gestures of generosity is seen by it. I can’t close it any more than I can close the eye of a hurricane.
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This is becoming the case with jettatore the world over. Indeed, when I am called by The Foundation to deal with emerging jettatore on borders, in refugee camps or within wealthy nations themselves the jettatore I meet are different. They aren’t spiteful. They aren’t angry. They aren’t jealous. They’re terrified, hungry and scared. They, rightfully, see a world around them where good things, safety, food, stability, are perpetually out of reach. The eye is open in these people as it is open in me. I can see it searching for the wealth you have hidden from it.
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The eye isn’t jealousy. We humans owe each other incalculable debts. People cannot live alone. We are not atomized individuals but bundles of relatedness. We are attached to each other and our world in invisible, infinite ways in addition. The eye is a presence that looks through us at the debts we owe one another and the debts we owe our world. By subjugating The eye in your plan to perpetuate the global status quo you’ve undermined our world’s ability to stabilize itself.
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I know you’ve seen the numbers. SCP-4600 manifestation in the countries you’re protecting is up an average 400%. The United States, which is definitely skewing the average, has seen an incidence proportion increase from 0.001% to 6.8% in the past five years. Roughly 70:1000 people will manifest SCP-4600 this year.
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Deploying jettatore like me against individual wealthy people and small organizations is not having its intended effect. If jettatore aren’t able to close the eye while on these assignments, all you’re doing is revealing its massive blindspots. Moreover, I think we’ve underestimated it. I think it knows that for every millionaire, for every public figure and for every over-capitalized startup you destroy there’s a massive economic infrastructure underneath them. It knows that there is debt to be collected and it knows you don’t want to pay.
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In this report I will outline how the containment procedures as-written are exacerbating SCP-4600’s spread. The broad institutional autonomy of the Human Capital Exchange Division has resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Addendum: Prior to review of the report, Fullbrush was disciplined by the internal review board of the HCED. He was amnesticized and reassigned to Site-641 in Northern Canada. An investigation into the actions of the internal review board are ongoing. Since reassignment, Fullbrush has not recovered his memory of his time in the HCED. Assets directly reporting to the O5 council from on-site indicate that Fullbrush has not re-manifested SCP-4600. It is unclear if this is due to his amnesticiztization. We are watching this closely.
NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHIATRY AND PARAPSYCHOLOGICAL ILLNESSES
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The following article contains audio which, at the time of recording, possessed cognitohazardous qualities. Media in this article has been cleared of anomalous effects - cognitohazardous frequencies have been removed.
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Please ensure you have been briefed in essential cognitohazard safety procedures before accessing this article.
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If you suspect any media in this article has retained its cognitohazardous effects, inform Level 4 management personnel immediately and report to the nearest on-site medical facility for amnesticisation.
Artist's impression of SCP-4687. Hover to enlarge.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4687 specimens are known to occupy coastal regions of the North Atlantic Ocean, especially around the British Isles and Western Europe, ranging in density of population towards the South Atlantic. Regions where activity from SCP-4687 has been identified are to be monitored closely by regional Foundation operatives, and scientific expeditions into the Bathypelagic layer1 in these regions are to be heavily restricted. Sightings of SCP-4687 in unmonitored regions are subject to immediate investigation in order to gather data on population density. (Permanently withheld - see Incident Log 4687-A for more details.)
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Description: SCP-4687 is the collective designation for an anomalous species of deep-sea cephalopod, thought to belong to an unidentified species or group of species within the genus Architeuthidae2. While no very little direct footage of SCP-4687 exists, sub-aquatic research expeditions and sonar scans have produced limited information about the anomaly. SCP-4687 are anatomically similar to Architeuthis dux, only larger and more sparsely populated. SCP-4687 instances are a significant example of deep-sea gigantism; male SCP-4687 instances can grow up to twenty-four meters in length from the posterior fins to the tip of the tentacles, and female specimens have been found significantly larger, with some reaching up to thirty meters or more in overall length.
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SCP-4687 inhabit the dark waters of the bathypelagic zone in the coastal regions of the North Atlantic, particularly the British Isles, Norway and Spain, reaching down to the South Atlantic around Southern Africa and the boundary waters of the North Pacific. Males lack a hectocotylus, the reproductive organ found in most squid, and it is unknown how reproduction is achieved in SCP-4687 (if indeed it occurs at all). SCP-4687 feed on a varied diet of detritus, small fish, crustaceans, and other cephalopods, however like Architeuthis dux they will prey on larger creatures such as sharks if it is convenient.
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Incident Log 4687-A: São Miguel research expedition
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On 15/03/██, sightings of a group of SCP-4687 were confirmed by seabed audio equipment off the coast of São Miguel in the Northern Atlantic. Researchers were assigned to São Miguel Marine Research Facility and a submarine research vessel was deployed almost immediately to gather data on SCP-4687.
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Exploration Audio Log 4687-A
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Date: 15/03/██
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Subject: SCP-4687 distribution patterns in coastal Northern Atlantic waters (coast of São Miguel)
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Team Details: Three research personnel aboard the SCPFV Nautilus submarine research vessel, communicating with Lead Researcher Andersen, hereby 'Command', via radio. Researcher Taike pilots the vessel while Researchers Amber and Echo observe the surroundings with the aid of lighting equipment. The crew were outfitted with protective equipment to avoid accidental exposure to SCP-4687's cognitohazardous effects, and the Nautilus had been outfitted with a soundproof rubber mesh.
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Command: Log commence. Check, Nautilus.
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Taike: Check.
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Amber: Check.
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Echo: Check. Vessel is past third decompression stop. We're descending now.
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Command: Audio relay says SCP-4687 is still active. Can you confirm?
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Echo: It would seem so, yes.
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Command: Can you estimate the duration?
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Echo: Looks like it's been sounding for at least a few hours.
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Amber: Delta-Nine first heard them two hours and fifty-three minutes ago. Estimates three anomalies, around two thousand meters deep.
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Roughly an hour passes as the Nautilus descends towards the Bathyal zone, stopping periodically for depressurisation. Onboard crew can be heard chatting about personal matters. Communication resumes once the Nautilus reaches a depth of roughly one thousand meters.
Amber: Fauna activity seems to be consistent with SCP-4687. We're seeing myctophids… a few surface water species…
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Echo: Negative.
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Echo: Command, SCP-4687 appears to be nearby.
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Command: I can almost hear it through the comms unit. Do you have an estimated distance?
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Echo: Negative. (Aside) Do we know the volume of (unintelligible)?
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Amber: Something (unintelligible) … more than our equipment.
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Echo: Come in, Command.
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Command: We read you, Nautilus. SCP-4687 seems to have stopped.
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Amber: We've noticed too. No activity whatsoever.
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Footage of SCP-4687, recovered during Incident 4687-A. Hover to enlarge.
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Command: How far?
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Echo: (Unintelligible) … No more than five meters.
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Amber: We're taking a video recording.
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Command: We see it. Just sit tight, Nautilus.
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Taike: (Unintelligible) … tentacle… like its probing…
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Echo: We… think so, Command, but it's right in our blind spot. We might be able to—
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Taike: Son of (unintelligible) … the (expletive) proofing!
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Echo: It's hitting us. It's — we think it's attacking the vessel.
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Echo: (Unintelligible) … the one above us.
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Echo: (Unintelligible) … Command, we need some help here.
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Amber: Oh god, oh god.
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Command: What's happening, Nautilus? Come in.
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Command: Echo. (pausing) … Robin. My love. Please.
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Several distress messages and further communication attempts were made with the Nautilus as it descended deeper into the bathyal zone, however the vessel was considered decommissioned after it stopped receiving distress signals no more than twenty minutes after the incident. Early attempts to salvage the vessel were originally met with failure, and the crew onboard are considered deceased.
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SCP-4728, or "God-King Solomon Anders I of Grand Aquasia," as it refers to itself.
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Special Containment Procedures: The local woodlands immediately surrounding SCP-4728-A have been acquired under Provisional Area 4728 and fenced off to inhibit civilian incursions and any potential resulting encounters with SCP-4728-A and SCP-4728. As SCP-4728 has yet to be observed going any farther than around 200 meters away from SCP-4728-A, nor demonstrated any apparent desire to do so, more proactive containment measures are not necessary at this time.
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When interacting with SCP-4728, staff are encouraged to use diplomatic language and to defer to SCP-4728’s self-assigned titles or honorifics as warranted by context, and to SCP-4728-A with similar proper titles and adjectives as indicated by SCP-47281 this has been shown to greatly ease conversation and information sharing.
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Description: SCP-4728 is an adult Spotted Salamander2, physically unremarkable other than a physical size of just under 0.5m, about double that of the largest non-anomalous members of the species. It resides in SCP-4728-A, which designates a small pond located in southwestern Ontario near the Northwestern shores of Lake Superior. It contains anomalously stable water levels regardless of relevant climatic factors such as precipitation, humidity, or temperature, to the point of resistance to freezing in the winter, and having a surface area fluctuating only ever slightly; at areas of 13.1-13.5 m2 in length and possessing a maximum depth of approx. 3.3m close to its physical center.
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SCP-4728 displays sapience and a wide-ranging ability to verbally communicate with other species, human and non-human alike. SCP-4728 is fluent in English and primarily speaks in grandiose verbiage in relation to itself, its claimed capabilities, and its area of claimed “holy jurisdiction” (i.e. SCP-4728-A and the woodland immediately surrounding it). In reality, despite claims of a number of powerful paranormal and reality-warping capabilities, the only confirmed anomalous capabilities so far consist of its intelligence, cross-species communication, skills, the ability to levitate for a short period of time,3 and to walk upright bipedally.4 Other claimed abilities including resurrection from death, tsunami-summoning, and "blessing for increased harvest yields" have not been confirmed.
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While local fauna often take direct actions based on the wishes and proclamations of SCP-4728, no other such instance of local wildlife has been seen sharing similar anomalous abilities themselves, and the degree to which successful direction among other wildlife results from communication vs unseen compulsion on the part of SCP-4728 remains unclear.
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SCP-4728-A in the summer.
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Discovery: While the presence of a recurring local summer camp legend involving a “talking lizard king” were noted by local agents in the past, no further evidence was initially noted of the potential anomaly nor folkloric aspects of children’s accounts indicative of clear, actual anomalous encounters. However, following local receipt of corroborative reports from a previously skeptical counselor who agreed to accompany her campers to observe and meet SCP-4728 in July 2022, a small team of Foundation Field Reconnaissance agents was dispatched to comb the area and search for any actual anomalies. A log of their eventual initial encounter with SCP-4728 at SCP-4728-A is available below.
Individuals Present: Field Agents Shane Winston, Janice Usry, and Walt Henson; SCP-4728
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Foreword: The three field agents are exploring the area when they encounter SCP-4728-A in a clearing and are soon verbally called upon in English by a large salamander basking on a rock.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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SCP-4728: Halt! Who approaches my shores, unannounced and uninvited?
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(SCP-4728 crawls into view of the agents, a small crown of moss nestled on its head.)
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SCP-4728: Two oddly adorned humans and an ogre, how very interesting.
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Henson: Uh, ogre?
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Usry: All three of us are humans actually. Henson is just a tall and stocky one.
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Henson: Wait, how do you know he meant me?
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SCP-4728: Ah, my apologies, Son of Hen, a simple mistake.
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Henson: Ugh… (muttering) Ogres aren’t even a real thing.
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Winston: (whispering back) Well actually… hmm, actually never mind; that might be above your clearance.
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Henson: Wait, what?
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Usry: (turning back to SCP-4728) No need to apologize, sir, a simple mistake anyone might make.
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Henson: Unbelievable…
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(Agent Usry elbows Agent Henson before continuing.)
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Usry: And what is your name, if we may learn of it?
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SCP-4728: Why, I am God-King Solomon Anders the First, Forever Blessed be my Name. I’m the divine regent of this great aquatic empire in which you all find yourselves dangerously close to trespassing.
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Winston: Aquatic Empire?
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Henson: God-King?
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SCP-4728: Yes, I am an oceanic deity, who's made this vast sea here the center of my kingdom, and I rule it divinely.
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Winston: Wait, so is the God-thing is just like an honorific then, or literal?
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Henson: What, did you think that thing might actually be a god? (whispering) It’s just a big salamander. Salamanders don’t even live in the ocean…
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SCP-4728: Oh I’m sorry, are your gods native to your own environs? Did you share a midwife with your deity perhaps, growing up so close to them?
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Henson: Oh, don’t even start.
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SCP-4728: Ah you’re right, I shouldn’t make too much out of who I am: just a lowly, simple talking salamander rambling about before you.
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(SCP-4728 jumps onto a higher rock and raises its voice).
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SCP-4728: Humble yourself mortal, so I don’t have to do so myself.
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Henson: Wait, I'm sorry, is that some kind of threat—
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SCP-4728: If you want to get into the specifics, I’m technically a demigod. My mother was indeed “just a big salamander” as the Son of a Hen put it so poetically.
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Usry: And what about your father? Is he some great "God” then?
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SCP-4728: Ah yes, that would be Poseidon; perhaps you've heard of him.
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(Agents Winston and Usry maintain their professional demeanor; Agent Henson lets out an involuntary chuckle.)
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SCP-4728: Just what humors you so, oaf?
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Henson: Sorry, sorry. But come on… Poseidon, really? Ow!
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(Agent Usry elbows Agent Henson in the side just as SCP-4728 moves even closer to him.)
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SCP-4728: You… You dare mock a divine agent in his own abode?
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Henson: (rolling eyes) Oh, calm your gills or whatever, Prince Pond Lizard, or are you gonna smite me or something… what?
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(Agent Usry interrupts Agent Henson’s diatribe to direct his attention to the wide variety of suddenly gathered local fauna now surrounding the group from all sides, ranging from a cloud of small flying insects to a large brown bear.)
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SCP-4728: I’d suggest you all leave.
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<END LOG>
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Closing Statement: No agent was seriously harmed upon retreat, though Agent Henson was noted to suffer five hornet stings, two spider bites, and a seemingly directly targeted course of biochemical effluence from a large skunk on his return trek. Agent Henson was chastised for his unprofessional behavior towards SCP-4728.
Further Interactions: The field agents heeded SCP-4728’s suggestion and were allowed through the way they came, with Field Head Agent Usry noting a reprimand of Agent Henson for unnecessarily discourteous behavior toward the encountered anomalous entity, emphasizing the potential for such behavior to jeopardize missions and the need to avoid any similar such acts in the future.
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Due to observable remaining hostility around Agent Henson by local fauna on their return trip, only Agents Usry and Winston were sent on the second contact expedition. Agent Henson was instead sent to do biological sample collection and general observation separately in the meantime, scouring the perimeter of the new established Provisional Area 4728 alone for the day.
Winston: So what do you think this thing’s deal is anyway?
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Usry: Dash One? Well obviously that little spring or whatever it's set up shop in isn’t some vast, divinely-ruled aquatic kingdom, but that salamander obviously has some real pull with the local fauna here, besides just an ability to spook young local campers. How far those abilities reach is probably best discovered by playing along for now
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Winston: You’re right, and don’t worry. Unlike Henson, I can at least be professional enough to pretend to take… the…
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(Winston trails off as Usry silently indicates that they are quickly approaching SCP-4728-A. Sure enough, SCP-4728 soon appears and intercepts them.)
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SCP-4728: HALT! You dare you show your miserable faces on my shores again, so soon after only narrowly escaping my divine wrath?
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Usry: Greetings, your holiness, and our sincerest apologies. We simply wanted to make amends for our ignorance and insolence that was displayed earlier.
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SCP-4728: (SCP-4728 stands up bipedally and walks to stand in front of and stare at each agent in turn, solemnly nodding both times.) In my divine wisdome, I sense your sincerity. You may stay for now. What of that insolent Son of the Hen?
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Usry: Agent Henson was… still fairly overcome with a well-earned state of shame over his behavior, you see, and personally chose not to risk your ire with his return so soon.
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SCP-4728: Hmph. Understandable I suppose, though I’d still like to hear it from him in person, in the future. Let that loathsome plebe know that, please.
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Usry: We will make sure to do just that.
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Winston: Oh, it will truly be our pleasure.
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Usry: Would you mind if we asked some questions about your glorious kingdom and history?
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SCP-4728: Normally I would now, but I’m actually quite fatigued after a long day of dispensing holy judgment and wisdom. Perhaps when you bring that Chicken's Son for his overdue admonishment, I’ll have more energy. You two may leave now.
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Winston: Is there any way we could at least—
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SCP-4728: I mean it, you. May. Leave. Also, next time come bearing offerings, like any halfway-decent supplicant. It's just good manners…
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(SCP-4728 trails off both audibly and physically, just as various sets of animal eyes from throughout the field view come into focus, staring at the two agents intensely and suspectingly.)
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Winston: Um, but…
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(SCP-4728 pointedly ignores the two agents continued presence and attempts at dialogue.)
Agents Usry and Winston returned to base camp without incident. However, Agent Henson did not return for his own scheduled re-arrival, nor did he provide any check-in or update to explain his absence. Upon checking his gear’s audiovisual feed and GPS status, it quickly became clear that Agent Henson was being constrained upside-down over the middle of SCP-4728-A while muffling due to an apparent blockage in his mouth. Agents Winston and Usry were immediately dispatched to rescue Agent Henson and de-escalate the situation to whatever extent possible.
(As Agents Usry and Winston approach the scene, Agent Henson can be seen dangling above the center of SCP-4728-A via a makeshift rope and pulley system affixed to a nearby tree branch, blindfolded by large leaves from the local flora. A crowd of various animals surrounds the clearing in apparent spectation of the event.)
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Winston: Oh boy…
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Usry: What have you done now, Henson?
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Winston: Wait, there’s some regular words and language in the mix of all that ribbiting and buzzing and cawing… Must be SCP-4728, but I can't quite make out what it’s saying.
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Usry: Here, let me try isolating the voice’s frequency
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SCP-4728: …with utter disregard for whether the now-deceased, (Unintelliglible Ribbit-Like Noise), could maneuver away. Crime #16: Sacrilege and Slander against our great nation and its holy champion, my own holiness…
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(A semi-synchronous cacophony of various animal sounds roar together for a moment)
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SCP-4728: Yes, yes of course, blessed forever be my holy name. Except, not when spoken of from this particular obscene, vile tongue of a charlatan, who has dared utter epithets of this holy land I dare not repeat. To continue, Crime #17; attempted kidnapping…
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Usry: Ok this has to stop, ASAP. (Agent Usry begins walking into the clearing as she shouts) Excuse Me! I would like to speak to your High Holiness about whatever is occurring here. We would like to arrange for the acquisition of our… wayward compatriot.
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SCP-4728: (Floating down to perch on the bound torso of Agent Henson) For what reason do you believe you even have the right to request such a thing, impudent mortal, let alone why I would ever grant it.
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Usry: Me and my colleagues are but emissaries of a larger and more powerful organization ourselves, as I’m sure your wisdom has already gleaned from the activity around the area.
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SCP-4728: Don’t play with my limits any more than you’re already doing so child! I know everything that happens near the shores of my ocean.
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Henson: Again, it’s not even a proper pond!
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SCP-4728: Charges, two more bear swipes and add an additional Sacrilege and Slander count. Anyway, back to you two, why should I even consider such an unhinged act?
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Usry: As I said, me and my colleagues come from a powerful organization with its own very, uh… rigid and selective code of behavior and punishment. We like to handle our grave miscreants on our own terms, you see.
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Henson: You have got to be kidding me.
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Winston: Silence, Miscreant!
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Usry: Ahem… as I was saying, I’ve been sent here with offers for full and fair reparations proffered for any damage done by our rogue agent here. We would also proactively agree to provide direct support in establishing great walls of stone and metal to prevent any future troublemaking members of our species from defiling or encroaching on your realm any further, in order to make up for this egregious mistake in the first place.
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SCP-4728: Hmmm… And why should I trust you?
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Winston: As you’ve said before, with your deific abilities and divine wisdom, you can as always verify the truthfulness of our words and intentions. Please, I invite you to check now so you may know our earnest honesty!
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SCP-4728: That uh, yes well; I can see that, of course. Very well, but want to see him appropriately punished, and will need to meet with a representative to go over the exact restitutions by tomorrow at High Noon!
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Usry: Of course your holiness! One of ours will be there for the occasion in prompt time.
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(Agent Henson rolls his eyes dramatically before being cut down unexpectedly by a well-placed bite to the rope holding him above SCP-4728-A by a resident moose.5)
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Winston: (Gathering Agent Henson’s battered, half-conscious body from SCP-4728-A.) Alright, come on troublemaker, and don’t you dare mess things up any more than you already have.
As alluded to in Agents Usry’s and Winston’s impromptu negotiations for Agent Henson’s release, the Foundation proceeded with the already-planned construction of secure perimeter fencing,6 and its promise to patrol the perimeter of the area itself, along with modest additional provisions of additional food supplies and local flora as requested by SCP-4728. Agent Henson was transferred to another project upon his return to base camp and treatment of his injuries.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4793 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell with its furnishings modified to be permanently affixed to the floor and walls.
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SCP-4793 must be escorted to the Site-20 Medical wing at 7:00 every morning for Procedure-4793. (SCP-4793's first daily meal should be given after this procedure takes place.)
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SCP-4793 is not permitted contact with the following outside of testing:
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Any materials used in the construction of modern or historical armor or weapons.1
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Any form of weapons, including items that could conceivably be used as improvised weapons such as the leg of a desk or bed.
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A Foundation agent is to remain at the location of SCP-4793-A at all times.
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Entrance to SCP-4793-A
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Description: SCP-4793 is the entity that emerged from the relief carving on SCP-4793-A. SCP-4793 is a male human that stands 1.92 meters tall. The subject appears to be in their late twenties and has been confirmed to be of Greek descent by genetic testing. However, blood samples showed a previously unknown type of red blood cell within SCP-4793, identified by a series of gold-colored filaments running throughout the cell.2
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SCP-4793 has demonstrated heightened cellular reproduction within their body. If injured, the fibroblasts present within SCP-4793 will produce collagen at an extremely accelerated rate, usually closing the wound within two minutes. Within the next twenty-four hours, the damaged tissue will completely heal, with the resultant cells being 4% more durable than the originals. However, the cytokine3 that manages the healing process fails to end mitosis. Unless additional damage is received in a different part of the body, the original site will rapidly begin to generate tumorous growths.
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To hinder this, SCP-4793 must have one liter of blood drawn by Site-20 medical staff4 every twenty-four hours. Because of this, SCP-4793 requires a higher level of nutrient intake to facilitate the production of red blood cells. It should be noted that SCP-4793 does not require a 1:1 ratio, as all biological processes in the subject are 80% more efficient than in nonanomalous humans. Currently, this is being studied to see if it can be replicated and refined for medical applications.
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Any material that could reasonably constitute a weapon or a form of armor will undergo a series of near-instant transmutations upon contact with SCP-4793 into something that fits the formal definition of weaponry or armor. No material is gained or lost during this transformation and it has proven incapable of generating complex weapons like firearms or integrating electronics into created armor. SCP-4793 maintains that this effect is completely involuntary. In all instances where this effect was triggered, accidentally or by Foundation interference, SCP-4793 has immediately attempted to remove the object from their person.
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Additionally, they possess advanced combat capabilities, mostly pertaining to physical combat. It is unknown if this is anomalous in nature, or related to SCP-4793's past.
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SCP-4793-A is a stele located inside of a cave formation within a mountain in southern Greece. Although it displays no major anomalous properties, it has been marked as the origin site of SCP-4793 and has thus been placed under surveillance to prevent interference from any members of the public. Prior to the events of March 1st, 2016, the stele showed a relief carving of a man wearing the traditional armor of a Spartan Hoplite during the Golden Age of Greece (approximately 500 - 300 B.C.E). On the opposite side of the stele is an inscription of an ancient Greek tale previously unknown to the modern historical community.
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Attached File: Field Operation Transcript of the events that led to the discovery of SCP-4793.
Objective: The termination of a team of mercenaries employed by the Chaos Insurgency and seizure of any anomalous items possessed by said operatives.
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Team Lead: Captain Holly Shore
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Team Members: Warrant Officer Robert Jenkins, Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley, Warrant Officer Jake McCalloway, Chief Warrant Officer Seigfried "Ace" Zimmerman
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Camera opens across a mountainous vista. The wearer adjusts the camera fitting slightly. A small team of MTF operatives are gathered outside the mouth of a cave. The corpse of a Chaos Insurgency member is seen leaning against a crate.]
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Jenkins: Dipshit didn't even see us coming. I guess that's karma huh, Captain?
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Shore: Don't jinx us. Intel says there's at least five hostiles ahead of us.
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Crowley: What do you think they're looking for out here? We swept these mountains after that bit with the Church back in '98.
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Shore: Who knows. We're just here to clean it out. [Turns to face the camera] Ace, you're on point for this. Ready to clear out some CI mercs?
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Zimmerman: It's what gets me outta bed.
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[The camera abruptly turns and Zimmerman enters the cave. After a few seconds, the camera switches to low light imaging. The path is barely large enough for any of the operatives to pass through. After five minutes of traversal, the passage opens to a massive cave. The ledge that they arrived on rings a pit that descends three stories down. A natural slope leads around the edge of the pit, connecting the ledge to the floor. A waterfall flows in through the ceiling and large stalagmites dot the ledge. Zimmerman quickly makes his way to one, followed by Shore and Crowley. Jenkins and McCalloway are seen hiding behind one on the opposite side of the opening.]
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Jenkins: Holy shit, did you see that?
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McCalloway: Guess the CIs were onto something.
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Shore: Report. What did you see?
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Jenkins: I.. don't know what to call it.
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[Zimmerman leans out from behind his cover. Below lies a stone stele bearing a raised carving of a Greek Soldier wearing the traditional armor of a Spartan Hoplite. Surrounding it is a makeshift camp, with several fluorescent floodlights pointed at the pillar. Several mercenaries are seen milling about.]
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Shore: That's one hell of a… monument? Wait, look at that. Something's happening. Hold tight.
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[Two Chaos Insurgency mercenaries are seen using pickaxes to unearth more of the stele as music plays nearby on a speaker. One man stops abruptly and lets out a scream. The other man stops digging and walks up to him.]
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CI-1: Damn it, Jackson. How did you cut yourself again? Fucking hell, be more careful.
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CI-2: I'm s-s-sorry Chris. I just got distracted. It's bleeding an awful lot.
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CI-1: Then wipe it on something. [Pause.] NOT THE PILLAR. Are you fucking insane? We don't even know what this does. Christ, you're useless. [Pause.] Stand by, team, Jackson just introduced this thing to human blood, so be ready for anything.
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McCalloway: There goes the element of surprise. Shit.
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Jenkins: What are your orders, Captain? We've got the high ground and they're just a bunch of civvies playing dress-up.
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Shore: Stand by. Those mercs are afraid of that pillar and we don't want to rush into-
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[Captain Shore is cut short by a flash of light from the statue. Yells of surprise can be heard from the insurgents below. A human wearing the same armor as the soldier depicted on the carving falls to the ground, landing on its knees. It is quickly surrounded by seven insurgents, who all point automatic weapons at it. The presumed leader moves closer to it.]
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CI-3: Stand the fuck up. If you make so much as a move towards me or any of my men, we'll fill you with holes.
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Unknown Entity:[Moves a hand covered with blood to its mouth, tastes it, and coughs for several seconds.] You… speak… Greek?
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CI-3: What? We're using English. Now stand. Up.
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Unknown Entity: I… don't know where I am. W-who are you?
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CI-3: Welcome to your new family. I promise if you're good for business, you'll always have a place here. Otherwise, you're getting shipped to MC&D. I'm sure some rich fuck would love a little Greek action figure. [Pause.] Now I'm sure you need some motivation.
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[CI-3 fires a low caliber sidearm into the back of the Unknown Entity's exposed leg, to the cheers and laughs of the assembled insurgents. The Entity cries out in pain and collapses as CI-3 turns away.]
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CI-3: Pack him up, boys.
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Unknown Entity:[Pushes itself up and looks at CI-3.] Please just let me go. I don't want to fight you. Don't make me.
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CI-3:[Turning back.] I changed my mind. Rough him up, boys. Hate to have him making a fuss on the ride back.
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[Two mercenaries move into assault the entity.]
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Unknown Entity: I'm sorry, Ara-
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[The Unknown Entity rolls into a combat stance and sweeps the leg of the closest combatant and drives its fist upward into their jaw. It then kicks out at the closest person and a crack is heard as its greaves make contact with their spine.]
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CI-3: Jesus fuck! Open fire!
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[Five bullets reflect off the Entity's armor as it closes the distance between itself and the remainder of the squad, cutting itself out of the line of fire.]
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Zimmerman: What the fuck did they just let out?
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[The Unknown Entity begins to work its way through the line of soldiers. Grabbing CI-4 by the throat and the groin, it slams him against the wall. The Kevlar vest on CI-4 slides off and wraps around the chest of the Entity, intermingling with the bronze chest plate.]
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CI-3: Can you fucks hit this bitch!
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[Rolling backward and propelling itself with its hands, it lands a two-footed kick to the solar plexus of CI-5 and launches him backward. Regaining its footing, the Entity grabs CI-2 by the collar of his vest and pulls him into an embrace. CI-3 levels her machine gun to fire and the Entity turns abruptly, taking 13 shots to its exposed back.]
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CI-2: S-s-she was gonna shoot me.
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[Grimacing, the Entity renders CI-2 unconscious with a headbutt. CI-1 charges the Entity with a pickaxe.]
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CI-1:[Swinging.] Just die already!
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[The pickaxe embeds itself in the Entity's side and staggers it. Looking up at CI-1, it punches him directly in the face. A loud crunch is heard and CI-1 is sent stumbling backward. CI-3 steps back and levels her gun again. The Entity pulls the pickaxe from its side and stands up with some effort.]
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CI-3: What… are you?
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[The wound on the Entity's side has begun to close and the spray of blood slows.]
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Unknown Entity: I am… tired of fighting.
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[The Entity throws the pickaxe, which pierces CI-3's firearm and pins it to the wall of the cave. She lets out a shout and falls to the ground.]
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CI-3:[Crawling backward towards the stele.] Please. This is a misunderstanding. Do you want money? Power? I can give you both of those. I can give you anything you want. Please don't-
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[The Entity swiftly brings both its hands together and strikes her temples. The only sounds in the cavern are the moans of wounded personnel and the bullet-ridden speaker that continues to loop "Don't Fear the Reaper."]
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Zimmerman: Hey Captain. What's your call?
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Jenkins: We can't take this thing. Look what it did to those guys. They didn't stand a chance.
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Shore: Alright, I'm making the call. Weapons down. Leave them behind. We're gonna talk this out.
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McCalloway: Fuck. That's insane.
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Crowley: Do you got a better plan, Jake?
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Shore: Shut up and move out. All of you.
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[MTF Upsilon-11 remove their weapons and make their way to the slope leading to the bottom of the pit. As soon as they reach the bottom, the Entity assumes a fighting stance after scooping a knife off the ground. Captain Shore motions for the team to remain behind her.]
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Shore: Hey. Hey there. [Raises her hands to show she's unarmed.] We're not here to hurt you. We're all unarmed.
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Unknown Entity: Who are y-you? Where a-am I?
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Shore: We're the Foundation. We keep people safe. [Moving closer.] You're under a mountain in Greece. [Pause.] Are… you crying?
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Unknown Entity: I d-didn't. Want to…Do t-this. I-I-
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Shore: Hey, it's okay. [Turning over her shoulder.] Crowley. Call for extraction. We've got something.
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Crowley: Already on its way.
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Shore: What's your name?
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Unknown Entity: A-Androcles.
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Shore: Androcles, we're gonna take you someplace safe. We'll get everything else sorted out then.
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McCalloway: Hargraves is gonna love this.
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[END LOG]
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Mission Report: The Unknown Entity, later reclassified as SCP-4793, was transported back to Site-20. Analysis of the cave and stele are available in Research Log 05. Of the eight Chaos Insurgency targets at this location, one was terminated by MTF Upsilon-11 and seven were incapacitated by SCP-4793. All surviving Insurgents were stabilized and transported to [REDACTED].
Foreword: Initial Interview with SCP-4793 after recovery.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Hello, my name is Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick and I will be conducting this interview with SCP-4793. Today is March 28th, 2016 and it is currently [Pause.] 11 am.
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SCP-4793: Hello. [Leans in close to the microphone on the desk.] Do I uh, have to be this close for it to hear me? The people I came here with had theirs really close to their faces.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh no. It'll pick up your voice just fine. Just sit back and relax, SCP-4793.
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SCP-4793: Who's that?
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It's just the number we've assigned you, just to make sure all the paperwork ends up in the right place.
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SCP-4793:[Visibly Confused.] Okay!
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I've got a couple of questions for you. Little things to get out of the way.
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SCP-4793: I'll answer to the best of my abilities. So you know, I don't know much about where… or when I am.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, that actually leads to my first question. How did you learn to speak English?
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SCP-4793: English? We're speaking Greek.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: So, everything I say, you hear in Greek?
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SCP-4793: Yes. It's all Greek to me.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'll make a note of that. Thank you. Now. How did you end up within that stele?
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SCP-4793: I don't know. I don't remember much before you guys showed up. Flashes of things, emotions, tiny details. Like the rough sketch of a person. But nothing- [Grabs edges of the desk and squeezes.] solid. Does that make sense?
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It does. Traumatic events can often seal away memories. While I've never had anyone like you as a patient, I don't think it's permanent. [Pause.] You spent a long time under that mountain, didn't you?
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SCP-4793: I think. Everything is so… different now. I mean, how could I even learn about everything I've missed? Metal birds. Horseless chariots.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, if you're well behaved, we'd be more than happy to provide you with books and other media. But, as I said. You'll have to follow the rules.
+
SCP-4793: Is this an exception? Or do you do this for everybody you dig out from under mountains?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: We try to provide certain amenities for sapient anomalies. Ethical treatment. If only everyone we brought here had your sense of humor. [Pauses.] I saw the tape of your recovery. And after that, I'm having issues connecting this humor with the man I saw in the video.
+
SCP-4793: Oh… You saw that?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I did. You showed incredible restraint. Taking fourteen shots across your body and a pickaxe to the abdomen and you incapacitated all of them with non-lethal attacks. Why? Why would you do that to people who only wanted to hurt you?
+
SCP-4793: I don't want to fight. I know I used to. And I know I was good at it. But that's not who I am anymore.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Anymore?
+
SCP-4793: I don't know if I can explain it. You remember what I said? "A rough sketch of a person?" I don't know if that's accurate. It was like I saw a sprawling city, but only for a few seconds.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And remembering everything about who you used to be would be like asking you to draw this city?
+
SCP-4793: Exactly. As soon as I woke up, I got that flash and I just… [SCP-4793 is silent for almost a minute.] I knew I didn't want to be him.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: But, you are "him".
+
SCP-4793: I know I was him, but everything that made me him is gone. Like a hearth where the fire's gone out, [Pause.] but maybe in a good way.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And based on this flash, who was "he"?
+
SCP-4793: I think he was somebody who would have killed everyone in that room if he needed to.
+
[SCP-4793 is silent for over a minute.]
+
SCP-4793: Do you have any other questions?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Not right now, but we’ll talk again soon, okay?
+
SCP-4793:[Smiling weakly.] I look forward to it.
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: SCP-4793 was provided with several books on history and the modern era due to its compliance with all instructions prior to this point. As of March 29th, 2016, there is no update on the transcript on SCP-4793-A.
I recently came across the report from the Greece mission, mislabeled and sitting at the bottom of my inbox. If I didn't know any better, I would think you were hiding things from me again. We've argued at length about the ethics of using anomalies for offensive purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm still the Site Director. I've scheduled testing on SCP-4793's combat skills for April 15th and you are more than welcome to attend. However, if I find out you've attempted to deceive me in regards to any anomalies contained at Site-20, I will terminate your position. This is your only warning.
While I may not have all the knowledge that a Site Director might, I can not begin to stress how bad of an idea I believe this is. While SCP-4793 was able to perform as they did in the footage, this does not mean we will be able to replicate it here or anywhere else. It is my professional opinion that exposing SCP-4793 to a simulated combat situation will be detrimental to their mental health.
+
I know you're set on it, but this mission you're on? Trying to remake Omega-7? Adding somebody to Alpha-9? It's like catching lightning in a bottle. Perhaps we should let old ghosts lie and old dreams die.
Observation Team: Site Director Jack Hargraves, Project Lead Eleanor Fitz-Patrick
+
Subject: SCP-4793
+
Objective: Determine SCP-4793's combat capabilities in a controlled environment.
+The tests will include:
+
+
Unarmed melee combat
+
Melee weapons
+
+
Safety measures include the presence of MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake"), as well as several remotely activated explosives attached to SCP-4793's neck and wrists. Observers will be separated from the subject in an attached room.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
[Suveriallence footage from a camera within Site-20's indoor firing range. A door opens and Captain Holly Shore enters with SCP-4793, who is wearing explosive restraints.]
+
Shore: Alright Andr-, SCP-4793, these things on your wrists? If you step out of line or present a danger, they're gonna go off. Do you understand?
+
SCP-4793: Yeah, but… isn't this just more physical tests? Like before?
+
[The glass between the range and the observation room is illuminated from behind. Dr. Hargraves and Dr. Fitz-Patrick can be seen.]
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom] Ah! Here's the man of the hour. SCP-4793, Mr. Androcles themself. Do you mind if I call you Androcles?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Sir, that's against protocol.
+
Director Hargraves: Eleanor, I am the protocol in Site-20.
+
SCP-4793: I'd… like that. It's been a little while.
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom] That's the spirit. Now we've got a couple of tests we're gonna run through today. I was just recently made aware of your, how would I say, peculiar abilities. I'd like to see what you're capable of.
+
SCP-4793: Like more running? Or lifting?
+
Director Hargraves: Oh no. [Laughing.] No, we're gonna be testing your combat abilities. Look at the table on your left. You'll find a padded baton. Pick it up.
+
SCP-4793: Please, I don't want to fight.
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom.] You don't get a choice here. Pick up the baton, Androcles. Holly has volunteered to be your sparring partner. I hope you'll find her skills… challenging.
+
[Captain Shore picks up the baton and places it in SCP-4793's hand.]
+
Shore:[Whispered.] There's no way around this. Just give him a show.
+
[Captain Shore pulls out her baton and steps back several meters.]
+
Shore: Bring it on. Afraid of dancing with a girl? Afraid I'll hurt you?
+
SCP-4793: Please. I don't want to do this.
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom.] SCP-4793, if I have to tell you again, there will be consequences. I know that Dr. Fitz-Patrick got some books for you. Don't you want to keep those?
+
[SCP-4793 grimaces, and puts their arms into a fighting position.]
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom.] Perfect. Begin.
+
[Captain Shore and SCP-4793 begin to circle each other. Captain Shore lashes out with her baton in an attempt to test their defenses. SCP-4793 weakly deflects the blow and retorts with a slow attack on her left flank.]
+
Dr. Hargraves: You're not even trying, are you?
+
[SCP-4793 thrusts towards Captain Shore's chest. Circling their guard, Shore breaks their grip and disarms them.]
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom] For fuck's sake. You aren't gonna make a fool out of me, SCP-4793. Put a little effort in or I will detonate those bracelets of yours. I know you probably won't mind too much, but Miss Shore is very much in harm's way.
+
[Captain Shore's face shows visible worry.]
+
Shore: Look, if you don't try a little, I'm gonna end up with five doctors picking metal out of my chest. Don't fuck this up, okay?
+
SCP-4793: What if I hurt you? I don't want-
+
Shore: This isn't about what you want anymore. If you don't fight, I'm gonna get hurt worse. So think about somebody other than yourself and pick up your baton.
+
[Captain Shore lunges towards SCP-4793, who rolls out of the way and retrieves their baton. Shore strikes at their chest, which is deflected towards the ground. SCP-4793 responds with a flurry of blows across Shore's right side.]
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You aren't actually gonna put Holly in danger, right?
+
Director Hargraves: Of course not. But they don't know that. They need motivation.
+
[Ten minutes pass. Both participants are sweating and Captain Shore is breathing heavily. No definitive blow has been struck. SCP-4793 swings at Shore, locking their batons together.]
+
SCP-4793: You're good. Who was your master?
+
Shore:[Grunts with exertion.] I've had a couple. Did a lot of martial arts and [Disengages and swings at SCP-4793's head.] fencing before joining the military.
+
SCP-4793:[Relocking batons and pressing Captain Shore against the wall.] You're a better fighter than I thought.
+
Shore: You're underestimating me.
+
[Captain Shore slides her left foot behind SCP-4793 and grabs their left shoulder. Twisting her body, she slams them into the ground.]
+
SCP-4793:[Blinking.] I… You're right.
+
Director Hargraves:[Over Intercom.] Congratulations Androcles. You're the first person I've ever seen put Holly on her backfoot, let alone against the wall. That's enough for the day. But we've got a lot of work to do…
+
[END LOG]
+
Summary: SCP-4793 was able to perform exceedingly well against Captain Holly Shore. While initially requiring motivation, SCP-4793 became engaged in the exercise when presented with a threat to Captain Shore's life. Director Jack Hargraves has assigned Captain Shore to work with SCP-4793 on a weekly basis to establish a connection that can be utilized if needed.
I don't know what to say, other than your work has been very disappointing. You've had over a year to produce results. We are not a hotel, and you are certainly not here to pamper and play with SCP-4793. This is a weapons program. We are attempting to give humanity the tools it requires to keep the flame alive. Perhaps we need a new sense of direction. You may continue your work. But do not expect me to sit idly by while you squander resources. I will be watching you. A new project is starting soon, but until then, expect me to push SCP-4793 harder than ever.
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick, conducting the weekly interview with SCP-4793. How are you feeling today?
+
SCP-4793: Good, Dr. Fitz-Patrick. It's finally starting to feel like home. Curled up with my books and these movies, I'm starting to feel like a philosopher.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh, what I wouldn't give to just curl up all day with a book for once.
+
SCP-4793: I'd offer to trade with you, but I don't think you'd like the daily trips to the medical wing, or sparring with Hol- I mean, Captain Shore.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh? How's that going? Any changes?
+
SCP-4793: I trust Captain Shore. She's not gonna hurt me and I won't hurt her. But Dr. Hargraves has started switching things around. He keeps… trying to push me past where I'm comfortable. And if I mess up, he gets angry and threatens Captain Shore.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick:[Places right hand on cheek.] God, what is he trying to do now?
+
SCP-4793: Well, he’ll add somebody new or change something, like a new weapon and I’ll freeze up.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Freeze up? Like a nervous reaction? Does this change make you anxious or scared?
+
SCP-4793: No. I'm not scared. I just feel this rush. Almost like an instinct and it scares me.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I don't understand.
+
SCP-4793: So you know- What is it called? I just read about it. Your brain makes it… I think something about life or death-
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Cortisal? Adrenaline?
+
SCP-4793: Yes! Adrenaline. So you know that rush? It just feels dangerous. Like if I let it run its course, I might hurt somebody.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Are you sure it's not just a rush of adrenaline?
+
SCP-4793: What else would it be?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Perhaps it's your memories. I know we haven't made much progress with those but-
+
SCP-4793: If that's the case, I don't want them.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You don't want to remember? Don't you want to know more about who you were?
+
SCP-4793: Is it worth it? I mean, right now all I know about who I was, I learned just as I woke up. And I didn't like it. If the only time I can feel them is when I'm fighting, perhaps the me I was isn't a good person.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I understand, but-
+
SCP-4793: I'm sorry, but I like this version of me. The me that reads books and watches television. The me that tells jokes to you. I wouldn't want to be anyone else, even if that's the "real" me.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And nobody can fault you for that.
+
SCP-4793: I'm sorry. Could we talk about this later? I'm too… overwhelmed by it? Let me give it some distance and we can talk about it later.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: That will probably be good. I'll do some reading and you can collect your thoughts. Now, what have you been reading?
+
SCP-4793: Well, I've been reading a textbook on World History. Again. I could probably teach the class by now. Is it possible to get any fiction? Something light-hearted.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh I can think of a whole host of books. And my son's been reading something called "Jojo's." I'll run them by censors.
+
SCP-4793: Thank you so much.
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: SCP-4793 displayed reluctance to attempts to restore their memories. Following this interview, SCP-4793 was provided with twelve new books.
The levels you go to subvert my expectations are truly astounding. I've seen virtually no progress with SCP-4793 since our first meeting with him. But for your own good, Project-X06 is taking up more of my time as it gets closer to completion. Good thing I could multitask my weapons programs, given how poorly SCP-4793 has turned out.
+
But by all means, keep me informed.
+
Regards,
+
Director Hargraves
+
+
+
+
From: Michael from Translations <pcs.tod|ynaGhciM#pcs.tod|ynaGhciM>
+To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>
+Subject: That stele in Greece
+Date: 22/8/17
+Message:
+
I'm sorry this isn't more clear. I was only able to transcribe maybe a third of it and I'm not even sure it's written text. I could have sworn I saw sentences change when I looked away but my photographs don't lie. There are some parts I put together through context clues, but a lot of this is something older than Greek. Maybe anomalous itself so I'm forwarding this to the AnomaLinguistics Department at Site-37.
+
Gather around me [Children], I will tell you the story of sweet Androcles. Fierce as a pride of lions and as cunning as a pack of wolves, he lived for nothing but battle. He was beloved by his countrymen and feared by his enemies, so much so that Ares Himself strode down from Olympus to challenge him to single combat. For ten days they fought a terrible [Duel], their blades cutting earth into islands and the sparks turning mountains into forges for Hephaestus. Impressed, he granted Androcles a boon: So long as he fought, he would never know defeat or age and by mixing his [Ichor] with Androcles' blood, Ares declared him kin to the Gods themselves.
Objective: Continue to explore SCP-4793's martial abilities.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
[Video feed shows SCP-4793 and Captain Holly Shore wrapping their hands with tape and checking the padding on their batons.]
+
SCP-4793: Ooh, Holly, you missed a finger. [SCP-4793 taps Captain Shore's index finger. Captain Shore recoils slightly.]
+
SCP-4793: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-
+
Shore: You've never called me Holly before. Usually, it's Captain Shore or just Captain. Why the change?
+
SCP-4793: It's just… You and Dr. Fitz-Patrick? You're probably the closest thing I have to friends. I'm sorry if I've overstepped.
+
Shore: I really don't care. I mean, I'd call you Androcles, but that's too much of a mouthful. [Smiling.] Does Andy work?
+
SCP-4793: Will Dr. Hargraves care?
+
Shore: He's too busy with other projects to watch every log, unless I tell him to. Now are we gonna just talk or are we gonna dance?
+
[Captain Shore and SCP-4793 begin to move around a circle in the middle of the floor.]
+
SCP-4793: What do you mean by "projects?" [SCP-4793 lunges at Captain Shore with an upper left feint into a strike to her left leg.]
+
Shore:[Sidestepping the blow and retorting with a jab.] Hargraves' been trying to "weaponize" scips. Don't know if it's for brownie points or for thrills, but everything and everyone that comes here gets tested. [Deflects a blow and kicks out with her left leg.]
+
SCP-4793:[Dances backwards.] But why weaponize? Isn't being locked up better?
+
Shore: If you saw some of the stuff out there, a magic soldier is a pretty good idea. [Paces around SCP-4793.] Do the Greeks have an apocalypse? A "Ragnarok"?
+
SCP-4793: Not really. But I did read about the Christian Apocalypse last night. The Rapture.
+
[SCP-4793 swings their leg and pivots abruptly.]
+
Shore: Stuff like that? The Foundation's gotta stop that every day. That's why the O5s want to even the odds with scips they can control. [Closes the distances and launches a series of attacks on SCP-4793.]
+
SCP-4793: Why haven't they done that? [Counters Captain Shore's blows.]
+
Shore:[Breathing heavily.] They did. An MTF called Omega-7. Had a scip that was more animal than man.
+
SCP-4793:[Going on the offensive.] What happened?
+
Shore:[Locking batons.] They fucked up. He killed his team… You remind me of him sometimes.
+
SCP-4793: How? Wait… you knew him?
+
Shore: I fought beside him. If you could call it that. I was gone before he snapped.
+
SCP-4793: You didn't answer me, Holly. [Breaks the lock and stands still.]
+
Shore:[Leaning back and breathing heavily.] You're both perfect soldiers, Andy. Capable of shit the rest of us can't even dream of. But you have morals. 076 was less human and more a force of fucking nature.
+
SCP-4793: What makes you think that?
+
Shore: You've been toying with me this whole practice. You could have ended the fight on the first move but you didn't. You're not trying.
+
SCP-4793: Doesn't mean I'm-
+
Shore: Don't challenge me on this. I know it when I see it. You're fighting because it means you get time out of your room. And you get to see me.
+
[Captain Shore swings at SCP-4793. SCP-4793 dodges without looking.]
+
SCP-4793: Shouldn't you be more scared? With the things you've seen?
+
Shore: No. I trust you.
+
[SCP-4793 launches into a pattern of increasingly faster attacks. Captain Shore attempts to avoid them and ends up against a wall, barely able to counter the last blow by locking it at the hilt. SCP-4793 presses their advantage, leaning into Captain Shore until their faces are centimeters apart.]
+
Shore: You're a good man, Androcles.
+
[SCP-4793's arms go limp, causing Captain Shore to fall forward and land on the ground.]
+
SCP-4793: Arabel…
+
Shore:[Getting up.] Hey, Andy? Are you okay? Androcles?
+
[END LOG]
+
Summary: After several minutes, SCP-4793 returned to a stable state of consciousness. Examination by a medical team yielded no information and an interview with Dr. Fitz-Patrick was arranged.
Foreword: Interview conducted following an incident during combat training.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What happened out there, SCP-4793? Are you okay?
+
SCP-4793: Yeah, I think so. I… remembered something.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What was it? Do you remember your past now?
+
SCP-4793: No. it was just one person. Her name was Arabel. She… was my wife, I think.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Is that everything? What triggered this?
+
SCP-4793: Please don't rush me. I'm… still processing this all myself.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'm sorry, [Pauses.] I'm just worried about you. Holly's worried too.
+
SCP-4793: Really?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Yes. You just froze and nobody could get you to move or react.
+
SCP-4793: Thank you for your concern. I'm sorry.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It's not your fault. But I am here to discuss what happened with you when you're ready.
+
[Several minutes pass.]
+
SCP-4793: There was a woman. Her name was Arabel and I loved her.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: From your past?
+
SCP-4793: Yes. We fought together.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Like marital squabbles?
+
SCP-4793: No. Like battle. That's where we met.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I met my husband at a bar, but your first date sounds much more interesting.
+
SCP-4793:[Small laugh.] I guess.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, what triggered this? Was it sparring?
+
SCP-4793: I think it was what Captain Shore said. "You're a good man, Androcles."
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Just that phrase?
+
SCP-4793: No, it was more complex than that. The way we were standing or how she said it.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: How do you feel about Holly Shore?
+
SCP-4793: I don't know. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. About anything.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Supposed to feel?
+
SCP-4793: Hargraves wants me to be a weapon for him. I get that now.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: And how are you processing that? What part of this is hard for you to understand?
+
SCP-4793: My wife's dead, any friends I had are dead, the world I knew is gone. How do you even process this? I've poured my time into reading about everything that's happened and it's just… overwhelming.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Could you expand on that a little?
+
SCP-4793: It was simple back then. If you fought, you knew what you were fighting for. Your king, to protect your family, to protect your country. And now? I just read that the President of the United States overthrew the government of another country at the request of a fruit company. Can you imagine that?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Did… that actually happen?
+
SCP-4793: Guatemala and Eisenhower. I followed everything until I reached World War II. [Pause.] How can I understand what I would be fighting for? How do I even try to understand what matters in this new world?
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: So… if I'm following, you're afraid to fight because you don't know what you're fighting for? And this is what's making it hard for you to work with Hargraves?
+
SCP-4793: I'm trying to explain why I'm complacent. In a roundabout way, I guess. I don't understand what's out there, or what I'd do out there, so living like this? It's far better.
+
Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'm starting to pick up on the analogy. And we've got a lot more digging to do on this, so we'll pick this up next time we talk, okay?
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: Due to SCP-4793's confusion, they were placed under close medical care for the following week.
From: Jaqueline in AnomaLinguistic <pcs.LA73S|efinKqaJ#pcs.LA73S|efinKqaJ>
+To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>
+Subject: The thing micheal sent me
+Date: 14/10/2018
+Message:
+
Hey. finally got around to this. they unearthed a ton of old texts and we've been kinda busy. sorry.
+
As he came to bear on the world, he met his match in a woman from a distant land. With skin of whitest sand, covered in blues from the ocean, she blazed in his eyes like Helios' chariot. Together, the mountains bowed before them. But even as Eros' arrow brought them together, an arrow split them apart, for Jealous Ares saw his favored love something other than Himself. With his guiding star gone, Androcles tore the bones of the Earth itself. With his rage and lust for battle extinguished, he turned the battlefield into Twin mountains. With his purpose lost, he entombed them forevermore.
+
Not to do your job for you, but it sounds like this woman was a Pict5. don't know if that helps :| Whatever you're doing is above my clearance level, but good luck.
Success! I have fostered the creation of a new lifeform. It's a bit rugged right now but with the right influences, I should have a viable candidate for Alpha-9 soon. Right now, all it needs is a mother. As such, I'm pulling you off the SCP-4793 project and moving you to X06. Effective Immediately.
+
The staff already assigned to the project will brief you more on this but don't touch anything. We still don't know the extent of its abilities.
Objective: Continue to explore SCP-4793's martial abilities.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
[The door to Site-20's indoor firing range opens. Captain Holly Shore enters. SCP-4793 is already inside, leaning against the divider between shooting stalls.]
+
Shore: There's my favorite guy! It's been too long.
+
SCP-4793:[Jolting up.] Oh! Hey Holly. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.
+
Shore: You've got a few more seconds to think. Then we'll start.
+
SCP-4793: And what are we doing today? More sparring?
+
Shore: Not today. You probably won't like this, but we're gonna take another look at firearms.
+
[Captain Shore moves to unlock a large cabinet set into the wall. She pulls two revolvers out of the drawer.]
+
SCP-4793: Oh no. I couldn't hear for a day after we shot those last time.
+
Shore: Well, you'll still be able to hear if you actually put your ear protection in right this time.
+
SCP-4793: How about we just spar? That's always easy, right?
+
Shore: I know you're stalling, Androcles. Once this is done, we can spar. Eighteen shots. That isn't that hard, right?
+
SCP-4793: Okay.
+
Shore: Good.
+
[Captain Shore hands SCP-4793 a revolver. Taking their positions in the stalls, both level their firearms.]
+
SCP-4793: Ready?
+
Shore: Weapons hot.
+
[SCP-4793 fires off all six rounds in rapid succession. All the bullets pass through the center of the target. Captain Shore has fired four rounds in the same time span, with her shots falling within half an inch of each other and the bulls-eye.]
+
SCP-4793: Your stance is off.
+
Shore: What do you mean?
+
[SCP-4793 slides in behind Captain Shore. Reaching forward, they wrap their hands around hers.]
+
SCP-4793: Feel where my foot is? On the outside of yours?
+
Shore: Yeah…
+
SCP-4793: It's too far out. A wide stance is good, but you're a little overextended. [Taps her foot gently.] Just a touch.
+
[SCP-4793 disengages and steps back as Captain Shore levels her pistol and fires. The shot passes through the center of the target.]
+
Shore: Hell. You were right.
+
SCP-4793: Just trying to be helpful, Holly.
+
Shore: Yeah, but you could have just tapped my foot.
+
SCP-4793: Huh. How about that.
+
Shore: You got something you wanna sa-
+
[A portion of the ventilation falls to the floor. From the gap in the ceiling, a dark form emerges and jumps to the ground. Both Captain Shore and SCP-4793 recoil. The creature tackles Captain Shore, causing the stall to collapse on top of her. A gunshot is heard. Turning back towards SCP-4793, it starts to emit a series of inhumane laughs.]
+
SCP-4793: What the fuck is that.
+
Shore:[Grunting.] I… don't know. My gun. It's by the wall.
+
[Captain Shore points to the opposite wall, where her firearm is laying.]
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SCP-4793: Got it.
+
[SCP-4793 dives towards the gun. They wrap their fingers around it before being knocked back by the monster. SCP-4793 rolls into a combat stance and points it at the creature.]
+
Shore: Pull the trigger!
+
SCP-4793:[Grimacing] Okay-
+
[SCP-4793 pulls the trigger and the revolver clicks.]
+
Shore: Fuck.
+
[The creature presses the attack, bludgeoning SCP-4793 with its wings and scratching with claws. After kicking it off of them, SCP-4793 pulls the leg off of a metal table. Within a few seconds, it has morphed into a short sword.]
+
SCP-4793:[Pointing the weapon at the creature.] Stop. I don't want to hurt you.
[The creature cocks its head at SCP-4793 and turns to face Captain Shore, exposing a mouth full of crooked and sharp teeth.]
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Shore: Andy, I don't think it's friendly.
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[The creature lunges at Captain Shore, but SCP-4793 manages to intercept it. The creature is impaled on the end of the short sword and SCP-4793 exhales deeply.]
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Shore: What was that?
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[SCP-4793 tosses the sword and body aside and begins to move the remnants of the stall off of Captain Shore.]
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SCP-4793: I don't know. Some kind of nightmare?
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Shore: No, I mean what you just did. I've never seen anything move that fast.
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SCP-4793: I… listened to my instincts.
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Shore: Does that mean your memory…
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SCP-4793: Yeah, it's all coming back. Slowly. But we've got bigger problems…
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Shore: Shit! [Removes her radio from her belt] Hailing all channels, this is Captain Holly Shore of Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11. We have a containment breach in progress. Hostile entities in unknown numbers. Please respond. Over
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Radio: Roger that. This is Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley. Code Red going up. Over.
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[Several seconds later, klaxons begin sounding.]
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Shore: Attention, Upsilon-11. Rendezvous the armory on Level 3.
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SCP-4793: Armory?
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Shore: A precaution. We don't know what we're up against.
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SCP-4793: Understood.
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Shore: Are you okay with this?
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SCP-4793: You could have died. I can't let that happen.
Subject: Holding and Observation Chambers, Floor 25.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick is seen observing a single instance of Project X06 through a reinforced window. The creature is black, bipedal, and appears to be watching Dr. Fitz-Patrick.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What in God's name did he do here…
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[The door to the chamber opens, startling Dr. Fitz-Patrick. Site Director Jack Hargraves enters.]
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Director Hargraves: Ah. Ellie. Glad you could make it.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Don't you call me Ellie. This isn't a casual meeting. We're not friends.
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Director Hargraves: Who's saying we can't be?
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Everything that I stand for? All my moral and ethical codes? It’s your delusions of grandeur made manifest.
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Director Hargraves: Don't get self-righteous. All those pretty words don't make me care any more about the meaning. As for what I've done here, I've made humanity's savior.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Like hell you have.
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Director Hargraves: What's your problem, Eleanor? I may have created something that could save the world! An intelligent lifeform, capable of reproducing asexually and speaking.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You're kidding me right? You took Alien and mashed in Jurassic Park. Then you had the audacity to give it near-Human level intelligence? Who gave you the right?
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Director Hargraves: Well, who could stop me? You?
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Yes me. That monstrosity in there? I was sent here to-
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[Director Hargraves turns his head towards the enclosure. All color drains from his face.]
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Director Hargraves: We need to go. Now.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick:[Flustered] What? What do you mean?
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Director Hargraves: There were two X06s in that enclosure.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Fuck.
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Director Hargraves: We need to contact Site Sec-
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[A ventilation shaft falls to the ground behind them. Falling from above, the X06-1 spreads its wings and screams at the pair.]
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X06-1: H-h-arrr-
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[Dr Fitz-Patrick and Director Hargraves sprint towards the door and begin to fumble with the handle.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Open the goddamn door, Jack!
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Director Hargraves: I'm trying!
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[X06-1 moves slowly closer, observing them.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Fuck fuck fuck.
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[Moving forward, X06-1 slams a chair into the air.]
[MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake") is seen surrounding the central table of the armory, along with SCP-4793. Lieutenant Commander Ashley Crowley is using a Foundation issue laptop.]
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Crowley: I've got a lot of heat sigs from the basement and moving up, quick.
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Zimmerman: How long till they hit the D-Block and Gen-Pop?
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Crowley: Not long. I'm getting new hits every minute.
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McCalloway: I'm calling Security. They can lock those sectors down.
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Crowley: Not sure that'll help. These things seem to be moving through the vents.
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Shore: Yeah the one we dropped was in the vents too. Crowley, find out what this thing is.
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Crowley: Already on it.
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Shore: Everybody, I want full tactical gear.
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Jenkins: Weapons?
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Shore: Pick your favorite but grab a CQC piece too. It's gonna be tight once we hit Maintenance.
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[The group disperses, except for Crowley and SCP-4793. Captain Shore turns and pulls them aside.]
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Shore: You need to grab a weapon if you're coming with us.
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SCP-4793: I-I know.
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Shore: It's not too late to back out. But once we leave this room-
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SCP-4793: I know. But I'm coming with you. I've lost too many people. I can't let it happen to you.
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Shore: Which is why you have to pull it together. If you freeze up, it's gonna get me or somebody on my team killed.
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[SCP-4793 nods and walks towards a bin filled with broken ceramic plates and damaged Kevlar vests. After 5 seconds of contact with the container, the materials reconfigure themselves into a set of armor consisting of a chest piece, gauntlets, and greaves. Several minutes pass as the rest of the team dons their gear.]
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Shore: Crowley, got anything yet?
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Crowley: Not yet. It doesn't seem to match anything on file.
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Jenkins: How far's the spread?
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Crowley: Can't do everything at once.
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Shore: Check the Project-X files. I don't think this is something we found.
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[Rapid typing.]
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Crowley: Got something. Project-X06. This doesn't look good, Captain.
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Shore: What's wrong?
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Crowley: Whatever Hargraves was trying to do, I don't think it worked. These things… They’re something else.
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Shore: Explain.
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Crowley: We're looking at hardened skin, advanced reflexes, and intelligence comparable to humans.
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Jenkins: Can't be that tough. Androcles killed one.
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Zimmerman: He also picked up a grown man like he was a doll and threw him into a wall.
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[SCP-4793 winces.]
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McCalloway: How are there so many of them? We would have heard if they had a farm like this running.
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Crowley: One sec. [Pause.] Okay, it looks like they're capable of reproducing after one feeding. Whatever there is on what a feeding means is covered in black ink. But they grow fast. According to this, that one you fought? That couldn't have been more than an hour old. [Pause.] That's weird…
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Shore: What's wrong? Something else?
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Crowley: Yeah. I tried to send this file to Overwatch Command so they could inform our backup on the threat. But this file doesn't exist on the network. [Rapid typing.] Nothing exists on the network.
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Shore: Like the system is down?
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Crowley: No. Hargraves must have moved all our documents to offline, local servers. According to this, the only things we've logged in the last nine years are a handful of SCPs, all high profile incidents. 4451, the monster in Kansas City and that thing in Dallas. Basically anything with a PoI or a GoI involved.
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Jenkins: We must have recovered over 100 items in that time.
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Shore: His weapons program… He wanted to keep it off the O5s' radar. Bastard. Okay, what's the most dangerous thing still on SCIP net? What's our backup expecting?
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[Rapid typing.]
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Crowley: A girl who makes your blood boil if she touches you. I'm gonna try to get the Site AI to move the X06 file to the main network and flag it as an active breach, but there are no guarantees. I have no idea what else Hargraves did to the site.
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Shore: Christ. Alright, gear up Crowley.
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[Crowley closes the laptop and opens her locker. SCP-4793 pulls Captain Shore aside.]
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SCP-4793: Holly, this is a suicide mission.
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Shore: Yeah… I know.
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SCP-4793: Then I have to come with you.
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Shore: Why?
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SCP-4793: It's like you said, one magic soldier.
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Shore: But what if you lose control? What if you leave here as the old you?
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SCP-4793: If you survive, it'll be worth it.
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Jenkins: Hey Androcles, you gonna grab a weapon or…?
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[SCP-4793 grimaces, then tears the door off of a locker, which becomes a small, circular shield. They then pull the metal legs off a chair, transforming them into a kopis.]
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Shore: This isn't gonna be easy. We've got a lot of ground to cover. Our backup is coming in blind. These monsters are smart and tough. But if it was easy…
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All MTF Members: It wouldn't be an Avalon mission!
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Shore: Fuck yeah! Alright, body cams on. We're rolling out.
Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[MTF Upsilon is in an express elevator bound for Floor Ten.]
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Zimmerman: Been awhile since I fought beside a scip… Not since, well, him.
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SCP-4793:[Softly.] 076?
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Zimmerman: Yeah…
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McCalloway: Captain, how do we know he's not gonna flip his shit and go all Omega-7 on us?
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Shore: Androcles isn’t anything like 076. You've been there for every single thing we've run with him.
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McCalloway: Yeah, but if he chickens out, we're still all dead. Not much difference.
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Jenkins: Will you just shut up? We don't need to think about this right now.
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Elevator: Welcome to Floor Ten, General Housing.
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[The MTF departs. There are papers and the bodies of security personnel scattered around the hallway. Most of the lighting fixtures have been damaged and several are hanging from their sockets and flickering. Captain Shore touches her earpiece.]
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Shore: Holiday. Bring up emergency lighting on floor ten.
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[The corridor is flooded with soft red lighting from several backup units. An X06 is seen running in a far off cross hallway.]
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Crowley: It's heading to the dorms.
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[The MTF gives chase, heading for the dormitory. The door to the sector has been sealed and the body of a staff member is leaning against it, with an X06 latched onto it.]
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Jenkins: Christ! [Jenkins opens fire.]
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[The sound of the rifle reverberates off the walls. Three bullets strike the X06 in the head, chest, and stomach. It emits a screech and falls to the ground. A pool of blood is rapidly spreading out from the hole in its stomach. Crowley leans down and checks the body.]
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Crowley: He's gone. I'm guessing it was exsanguination.
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Jenkins: Care to say that simpler?
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Zimmerman: Blood loss. That thing drained him. That's why there's so much blood coming from it.
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SCP-4793: It's a blood meal.
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Jenkins: What?
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SCP-4793: Um. Mosquitos usually just eat pollen. But the females need a "blood meal" to actually make the casing for their eggs. I was reading about it last week.
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Shore: So that's what feeding is. Crowley, how long till you can get this open?
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Crowley: Few seconds. It's just in lockdown.
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[Crowley pops the cover of the panel off with a knife. After examining it for several seconds, she lets out a sigh.]
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Crowley: Scratch that. They must have shot the lock on the other side. This thing's got more shrapnel than circuits.
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Shore: How long?
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Crowley: No promises, but maybe, five minutes?
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[Inhuman laughing is heard from several directions around the team.]
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Zimmerman: Company incoming.
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Shore: Weapons hot. Jenkins, watch Crowley. Ace and I'll take left. Andy and McCalloway take right.
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[SCP-4793 and McCalloway take a defensive position. McCalloway shoulders his automatic shotgun and looks at SCP-4793.]
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McCalloway: I don't know why Holly brought you along, but don't get me killed.
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SCP-4793: I-I won't.
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McCalloway: Sound more sure about it. Look alive. I've got shadows ahead.
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[The sounds of gunfire are heard from behind the camera. A small pack of seven X06's begin to move slowly down the hallway towards McCalloway and SCP-4793.]
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McCalloway: Contacts!
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[McCalloway fires, the slug hitting the leader in the head. The pack breaks formation. He fires two more shots, striking one in the chest and another in the throat. SCP-4793 moves forward and uses their shield to catch one in mid-lunge, slamming it with enough force to crush it against the concrete wall. They pull their shield out and manages to cover themself before another X06 collides with them. Without looking, McCalloway draws his pistol and shoots the X06 twice.]
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SCP-4793: Thanks.
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McCalloway:[Downs another X06 and turns his head.] Not now.
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[The last X06 lunges at McCalloway. Pushing him aside, SCP-4793 brings their kopis down and decapitates it.]
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McCalloway: Damn…
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SCP-4793: How… how do you make it look so easy?
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McCalloway: What, this? It's not.
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[McCalloway begins reloading his shotgun.]
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McCalloway: But it's them, [Gestures behind him.] or my friends. Gotta be ready to make the sacrifice play. How's it going over there, Captain?
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Shore:[Off Camera.] Engaged 6 hostiles. All downed. You?
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McCalloway: Seven.
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Shore:[Off Camera.] How's that door coming, Crowley?
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Crowley:[Off Camera.] Almost… [A hissing sound is heard.] Got it!
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[The camera turns, and the MTF enters the sector. The hallways are clear but empty. McCalloway punches the control pad on the inside of the doorframe and destroys what's left of it. It sparks and the door slams shut.]
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Jenkins: Doesn't look like they made it in here yet.
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Shore: But where is everyone?
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Zimmerman: Hiding. I wouldn't want to have to fight any of those creatures unarmed.
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McCalloway: Those dogs weren't so bad.
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[A person's head appears in the doorway of a room. He soon emerges.]
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Staff Member 1: Oh thank God. It's not those… things.
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[Twenty-five people emerge from the rooms into the hallway.]
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Staff Member 2: Is that Upsilon-11?
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Staff Member 3: Wait? Is that 4793?
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Shore: We're here to pull you out. Is this everyone?
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Staff Member 2: Everyone that made it here… before we had to close the doors.
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[Zimmerman pulls Captain Shore aside.]
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Zimmerman: Look, this is probably everyone still alive.
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Shore: I'm afraid you're-
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SCP-4793: Is Doctor Fitz-Patrick here? Eleanor Fitz-Patrick?
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Staff Member 1: No. She got transferred to the X06 Project so she's probably…
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[SCP-4793's shoulders fall.]
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Shore: Hey, we don't know if she was able to make it to the D-Block.
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Zimmerman: Captain, we need to move. This is spreading fast.
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Shore: Roger that, Ace. People, we need to move. There's a freight elevator at the other entrance. Leads right up to the-
Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Camera shows the hallway of the Living Quarters within Site-20. There are twenty-five staff members assembled in front of the MTF.]
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Zimmerman: Captain, we need to move. This is spreading fast.
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Shore: Roger that, Ace. People, we need to move. There's a freight elevator at the other entrance. Leads right up to the-
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[The sounds of grinding metal is heard.]
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Crowley: Jake! Behind you!
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[Camera sharply turns to Warrant Officer McCalloway. The door behind him has been torn open and a large creature6 appears in the hole. It reaches in and grabs McCalloway, slamming his head off the top of the frame and pulling him into the darkness.]
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Shore: Fuck! Crowley, Jenkins, Andy, get these people to the surface! Now!
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SCP-4793: But-
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Shore: That's an order! Ace, with me!
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[Zimmerman vaults the door and fires off a few shots at the fleeing creature.]
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Zimmerman: It's headed for the elevator!
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Shore: We need to get him back!
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[Both Shore and Zimmerman take off down the hallway. They reach an elevator shaft. Zimmerman shines his flashlight down the hole. It gleams off the creature, which shoots him a snarl before exiting the shaft.]
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Zimmerman: That's D-Block. There's no straight path down there. Gotta go through Floor Eleven.
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Shore: Fuck.
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[The pair move into the stairwell.]
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Zimmerman: Did you see the size of that thing?
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Shore: Yeah. What was that? Everything else here was just fucked-up dogs.
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Zimmerman: That was like one of those raptors from Jurassic Park but bigger.
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[They reach the bottom and take a second to catch their breath.]
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Zimmerman: We going in loud?
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[Captain Shore doesn't respond. Bracing herself, she kicks the doorknob out and knocks the door wide open. Several X06s are in the room and look at the source of the noise.]
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Zimmerman: Loud it is.
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[He levels his light machine gun and starts firing into the room. Captain Shore joins him. Slowly, they begin to make progress across the floor.]
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Shore: Halfway.
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Zimmerman: Copy that.
+
[From behind them comes the sound of laughter as X06s begin to emerge from rooms they'd passed by. More begin to fill out the way ahead.]
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Shore: It's a trap.
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Zimmerman: That big thing wanted us down here. Is there a way out behind?
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Shore: No, but we won't survive in the open. Move!
+
[The pair begin to run towards a laboratory. Zimmerman slams the door as the first X06 catches up with them.]
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Shore: Hold the door! I'll find something!
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[Captain Shore begins moving a large bookcase in front of the door.]
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Zimmerman: That's not gonna hold them.
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Shore: Help me flip these tables. We need a barricade.
+
[Several moments pass as they place tables on their side. The banging on the door gets louder and louder and the bookcase begins to slide along the floor.]
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Shore: What's your ammo look like?
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Zimmerman: Bout 75 in the LMG.
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Shore: Got two full mags for my rifle.
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Zimmerman: Let's give em hell.
+
[The door stops banging and the sounds of screams can be heard outside.]
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Zimmerman: What the fuck was that?
+
[Over the next thirty minutes, the screams slowly fade to nothing. Another minute passes and the door is kicked open. Zimmerman and Captain Shore fire off several shots, knocking the figure backward.]
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Shore: Do you think that's-
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[A figure flies into the room, kicking the table and sending the pair several meters back. Captain Shore rolls into a firing position and the camera pans to reveal a humanoid, covered in blood and deep cuts, standing over them.]
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Shore: Androcles?
+
[SCP-4793 looks at Captain Shore with no sign of recognition. They lift their kopis and raise their shield into a defensive position.]
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Shore: Wait, it's us. It's Holly!
+
[SCP-4793 blinks for several moments and falls to their knees.]
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SCP-4793: Oh Gods, did… I hurt you? I'm so sorry.
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Shore: No, we shot you. [Pauses.] How are you still walking? You should be dead.
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Zimmerman: Where are the others?
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SCP-4793: It was a trap. They wanted to split us up. As soon as we stepped out on the other side, we got hit by one of those big guys and a swarm of the dogs. We only lost two of the doctors. I think. But Crowley got hurt really bad. She and Jenkins are up top right now.
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Shore: Why aren't you with them?
+
SCP-4793: If they set a trap for us, it meant you two were walking into an ambush. I-I had to.
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Zimmerman: What about Ashley? What happened?
+
SCP-4793: One of the big ones nearly took her arm off. The dogs are dangerous in numbers but those things are just. I don't know.
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[Zimmerman stands up and starts walking over to the door.]
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Shore: You didn't even recognize me when you came in. I'm worried about you. You need to get out of here.
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SCP-4793: No. I need to find Doctor Fitz-Patrick. Even if she's… [Pause.] And I need to keep you safe.
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Shore: I don't need to be kept safe.
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Zimmerman: Hey Holly? You should come see this.
+
[Zimmerman turns and steps into the hallway as Captain Shore walks over to him. The hallway is filled with dead or dying X06s and X06-2s in an unbroken line that leads into the open area where they had came from. Chunks of flesh and bone are sticking to the walls and a thin layer of blood covers the floor everywhere.]
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Shore: Did… you do this?
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SCP-4793: I-I had to. It was-
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Zimmerman: Look, Holly, you know what this reminds of?
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Shore: Yeah. I know.
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Zimmerman: He's extremely dangerous. If he loses it, do you think we'd be able to stop him? I don't want him to come with us…
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Shore: I agree. [Pauses.] There's a 'but' at the end of the sentence. Spill it.
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Zimmerman: He's our only chance of getting to D-Block. He’s probably the only reason we're alive right now.
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Shore: Okay.
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[SCP-4793 walks towards them.]
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SCP-4793: We… should move.
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[They step past Captain Shore and Zimmerman, keeping their head looking at the ceiling. Their breathing gets more rapid. The MTFs follows and they reach the other staircase in three minutes.]
Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Captain Shore descends the staircase and pauses briefly at the door before opening it. The hallway is clear, but a barricade made of chairs and tables sits at the end. The bodies of several X06s are lying front of it, as well as several corpses clad in orange jumpsuits.]
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Zimmerman: Damn, I think I turned my body cam off.
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Shore: Looks like the D-Class put up a fight.
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SCP-4793: If they didn't block the elevator, they only boxed themselves in.
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[The trio climb the barricade. As they turn the corner, they see the open elevator shaft and an X06-2 lying motionless on the floor in a pool of blood.]
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Shore: That's the one that grabbed McCalloway. But where is he?
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Zimmerman: Better question, what killed it?
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Unknown Voice: Who the fuck's there? We're armed!
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[Captain Shore and Zimmerman shoulder their weapons and move towards the opening to the D-Class containment block. Hiding behind makeshift barriers, a mixture of D-Class and Security Officers can be seen. At the sight of the MTF, they lower their weapons, which are mostly knives and sharpened broom handles.]
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D-1825: Oh shit. A fucking MTF? Never thought I'd be happy to see you fucks. You here to spring us from this death trap?
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Shore: Are you guys… [Gestures to the Security Officers and the D-Class.] working together?
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Security Officer Jones: Well, yeah. We're mostly all friends here.
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D-1736: None of the doctors really use human test subjects, so we mostly just play cards down here and shoot the shit.
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D-2398: Yeah! Jones over here's wife is pregnant [Gestures to Security Officer Jones.] and he says once I get out, he's gonna make me their godparent!
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[Several moments of silence follow.]
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D-1916: Nah, we're just fucking with you. Gallows humor. [Nervous chuckle.]
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D-3497: It's man versus fucking Predator down here. Shit like D-Class and Guard don't mean anything now.
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Shore: Um… Okay. But yes, we are here to pull you out of here. First, that thing in the elevator, where's the man it was carrying?
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Security Officer Jones: Oh. He's one of you? Follow me.
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[Officer Jones moves to one of the cells and Captain Shore follows. Warrant Officer McCalloway is laying on a cot with bedsheets wrapped around his sternum. A large bloodstain is leaking through the cloth. A D-Class is taking his vitals and is about to administer an unknown medication with a syringe.]
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McCalloway: Well Hell. If it isn't my buddies.
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Shore: What happened to you?
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McCalloway: Well that thing grabbed me. You know that. Knocked me out for a little bit. Woke up when it hit the floor of that elevator. Next thing I know, the damn thing gets swarmed. Left me a little parting gift though. [Gestures at the wound, pauses and coughs heavily into his hand. When he pulls it away, it's covered in blood.]
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[The D-Class puts Captain Shore aside.]
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D-4534: Your friend's injuries are… severe. That monster's claw caught him in the chest and almost certainly punctured a lung. If he doesn't get to a real doctor soon, he's gonna die.
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Zimmerman: What were you about to give him?
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D-4534: Morphine. We pulled it, as well as some other things, from a surgery suite upstairs before they overran that sector.
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Shore: Ace, can you help this man with McCalloway? I'm gonna see if there's a way out.
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[Captain Shore turns and exits the cell. Pausing for a moment, she begins to walk towards SCP-4793.]
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Shore: A word, please.
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SCP-4793: Hey.
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Shore: You're not okay, are you?
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SCP-4793: No. I'm not. Did you see what I did back there? What I'm capable of? I don't want to be that person.
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Shore: Nobody wants to be that person. When we send the D-Class up, you're going with them. That's final.
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SCP-4793: What about you and Ace? Shouldn't you wait for back up?
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Shore: What back up? By the time another MTF shows up, it'll be too late. We need to blow the reactor.
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SCP-4793: But that's suicide.
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Shore: This isn't about what I want anymore. If I don't fight, a lot more people are gonna get killed.
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SCP-4793: Then I'm coming with you.
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Shore: No. Dying, I can deal with. Watching you lose yourself, I can't.
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[Captain Shore turns away and walks towards Security Officer Jones.]
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Shore: What's the fastest way out of here?
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Security Officer Jones: The freight elevator. [Jones points to the elevator doors in the back of the Guards' Office.]
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Shore: Well, why haven't you used it?
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Security Officer Jones: We don't have cards for it. If a D-Class got one-
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Shore: Yeah I get it. But my card works. So we're getting out of here. Now
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[A cheer goes up from the assembled personnel. A metallic twang is heard and the lookout comes running back into the room.]
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D-1825: Guys! I think something is trying to cut the uh cord thing in the elevator.
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[Captain Shore removes her keycard from her belt and hands it to Jones.]
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Shore: Get everyone in the elevator. We'll hold em off.
Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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[Camera opens to a series of barricades constructed out of cots and cell furniture and six D-Class personnel are standing behind them, armed with standard-issue handguns and shotguns. Turning, the camera shows a Security Officer standing in the Guard's Office, surrounded by D-Class. A man in a torn and bloodstained Euclid uniform and a set of unknown armor is standing near the entrance to the office.]
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Shore: Jones. Is that thing running?
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Jones: Yeah, weight sensors say it's empty. But it might take a little while running on emergency power.
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Shore: Copy that. [Turns to the D-Class at the barricades.] Alright, thanks for volunteering. It's about to get bloody in here.
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Zimmerman: But we're gonna hold the line until that elevator gets to the surface.
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Shore: Is that understood?
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D-1825: Hell yeah!
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D-3497: This shit's like Alien but Ripley's got fucking Seal Team Six backing her up. Can't wait to drop some Xenos.
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Shore: You are… really gung-ho about this.
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D-2319: We were all Marines before this. Same squad and everything. Defensive measures are kinda second nature to us.
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Shore: If we get out of this alive, I'm gonna recommend a transfer to a Task Force for all of you.
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D-1736: What's it like?
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McCalloway:[From the adjacent cell.] The benefits are okay, the grind sucks, but the job security? [Coughing.] Incredible.
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Zimmerman: That's the first joke you've ever told, Jake.
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McCalloway: Maybe if you shove it up your ass, Ace, it'll last longer.
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[A metallic twange is heard.]
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Shore: They're almost through the cable.
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Zimmerman: Once that's open, they'll probably push from the other sides.
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[A ding is heard and the camera pans to see the freight elevator doors open. The crowd of D-Class pushes inside, accompanied by several Security Officers.]
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Shore: Jones! Get as far from this site as you can. It’s gonna get hot in here soon.
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[A murmur goes up from the eight D-Class who are outside the elevator. SCP-4793 grimaces.]
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Jones: But Site-20 doesn't have a nuke.
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Shore: We're gonna improvise.
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[The doors close, leaving only the MTF, fifteen D-Class, and SCP-4793 in the block. Several minutes pass as the cable continues to reverberate. Several of the D-Class begin to fidget. The cable snaps and the elevator plummets down the shaft. After a few seconds, the hand of an X06 grabs the edge and begins to pull itself up.]
[X06s begin to flood the room, attacking from the elevator shaft and the sides. The D-Class and MTF members open fire. The first waves are killed or pushed back.]
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Shore: Doctor! Move McCalloway to the elevator! Everyone else! Start falling back!
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[Captain Shore fires at several X06s and turns on another when her gun emits a click. She draws her handgun and starts moving back towards the door to the office. Four X06 crawlers begin to move towards her and Captain Shore terminates two of them before tripping on an unknown obstacle.]
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SCP-4793: Holly!
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[An X06 jumps on Captain Shore. She pushes her arm into its throat as it starts to claw at her. She pulls a knife from her belt and stabs it three times in the neck before shoving it off of her.]
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X06: H-H-Holly…
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[An unknown force drags Captain Shore backward. The camera shows the battle is going poorly: Two of the D-Class have left their positions, one is lying motionless on the floor, and Zimmerman has switched to his shotgun. The camera begins to swing wildly as Captain Shore is pulled closer to the office door.]
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SCP-4793: It's me! Stop fighting.
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[Captain Shore stands up. She looks at her arm; the sleeve is torn and it's bleeding.]
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Shore: Get back! The lift should be here soon!
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[The five remaining D-Class and Zimmerman sprint to the final barricade while Captain Shore lays down suppressing fire. All seven begin to fire at the oncoming X06s.]
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Shore: Where's McCalloway? Where's the vet?
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[D-4534 stumbles out of a cell as an X06-2 lunges into the room. He vaults the barricade and collapses on the ground.]
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D-4534:[Breathing heavily] Gave… Morphine… He… wouldn't… He grabbed… the
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[A gunshot is heard and the X06-2's arm falls out of the room as Warrant Officer McCalloway emerges from the cell, wielding his automatic shotgun in one hand and his sidearm in the other.]
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McCalloway: Who's next?! Come and fucking get some!
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D-4534: Adrenaline…
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[Three X06-2s and seven X06s converge on McCalloway, who begins to move towards the elevator shaft. The freight elevator dings and the camera pans to see Warrant Officer Jenkins step out and fire through the glass window at the X06-2s.]
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McCalloway: Get the fuck outta here!
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[The waiting D-Class rush into the elevator, while the five surviving D-Class combatants move to provide fire support beside Jenkins.]
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Zimmerman: Jake!
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[Zimmerman begins to move across the cellblock towards McCalloway.]
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Jenkins: We need to go!
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Shore: Ace and I are gonna blow the reactor!
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SCP-4793: You won't make it there!
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[Zimmerman has passed the doorway leading into the cell block and is only a few meters from McCalloway, who has sustained several severe injuries. An X06 lunges at Zimmerman, who hits it in the chest with a blast from his shotgun. McCalloway discards his firearms and draws a large combat knife from his belt as an X06-2 slashes him down his back. He turns and stabs upward into its skull.]
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McCalloway: I'm ready! How 'bout you! [Gesturing to an X06.]
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[The hand of an X06-2 reaches up and grabs McCalloway's leg. He looks down at it, swears, and is pulled off his feet and into the elevator shaft. Zimmerman dives and grabs his hand. He manages to hold McCalloway for a few seconds before being dragged into the shaft himself.]
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Shore: Ace!
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[SCP-4793 grabs Captain Shore and pulls her into the office, slamming the door behind them.]
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Jenkins: Fucking Hell!
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SCP-4793: You can't save them.
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Shore: I have to kill all these damn things!
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SCP-4793: You need to get a fucking grip, Holly. Remember the first thing you said to me?
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Jenkins: Hurry up! We can't hold them for long!
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[Jenkins and the D-Class Combatants begin to back up towards the elevator.]
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Shore: What?!
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SCP-4793: "We're the Foundation. We keep people safe." Here's people. Keep them safe.
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[Jenkins is inside, still firing into the X06s as they move closer. SCP-4793 pushes Holly and she stumbles into the elevator.]
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SCP-4793: Hold her! Don't let her out!
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[They turn away and raise their sword and shield as the X06s pass the final barricade before the office. Several D-Class grab Captain Shore and hold her. SCP-4793 turns back to look at Captain Shore as the elevator doors close.]
Location: Site-20, a remote Foundation Facility in New Mexico.
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<Impact Detected.>
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<Powering On.>
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[Camera shows the interior of an elevator. The walls are covered with blood and the ceiling is completely absent. The Site-20 Storage Depot can be seen and a small fire is burning in a trash can. Several bodies are sprawled on the ground. An hour and thirteen minutes pass.]
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Zimmerman:[Coughing.] Wha… What happ..
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[Twelve minutes pass. Footsteps can be heard. A man in a bloodstained and torn Euclid uniform wearing unknown armor and a helmet of unknown manufacture appears in the frame.]
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SCP-4793: Oh… They're… I don't know what I was hoping for…
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Zimmerman:[Cough.] Not.. [Cough.] Yet.
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SCP-4793: Ace? Sweet Hephaestus… You fell like fourteen floors.
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Zimmerman: And I'm feeling every foot. [Cough.] What did you call me?
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SCP-4793: Hephaestus. God of Fire and Metalworking.
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Zimmerman: Why? [Cough.]
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SCP-4793: He was thrown off a mountain by his mother for being ugly and survived.
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Zimmerman: I'd laugh if I was in any shape.
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SCP-4793: Is McCalloway…?
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Zimmerman: No chance. But the bastard died as he lived. Stupid as hell and running straight into danger.
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SCP-4793: Ares would have liked him.
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Zimmerman: Is Holly safe? She's not with you.
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SCP-4793: I pushed her into the elevator. Told the D-Class not to let her out.
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Zimmerman: So what's the plan?
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SCP-4793: I don't have one. Getting down here was pure luck. Finding you alive was a miracle. [Pause.] Can you walk?
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[Zimmerman leans forward and then falls back.]
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Zimmerman: I can feel my legs… [Cough.] Just can't move em.
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SCP-4793: Okay. I'm gonna grab one of the carts and put you on it. And McCalloway. Then I'll get you to the freight elevator.
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[SCP-4793 turns to walk away.]
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Zimmerman: That's not what I meant. The X06s.
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SCP-4793: I'm gonna blow up the reactor.
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Zimmerman: Yeah, but how?
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SCP-4793: I… don't know. But I have to.
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[Several minutes pass before SCP-4793 returns with a depot cart. They pick McCalloway up first, then help Zimmerman to his feet and walk him over.]
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SCP-4793: There we go.
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Zimmerman: Why did you come back? [Cough.] For all you knew, I was dead.
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SCP-4793: You weren't gonna leave McCalloway behind when that big thing grabbed him.
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[SCP-4793 begins to push the cart. Zimmerman draws his sidearm and checks the magazine.]
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Zimmerman: Where'd you get the helmet? Looks sick.
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SCP-4793: R&D. It's a prototype for some kinda space program. Space combat. [Laughing.] I still can't believe humans went to space. Now, we're getting ready to fight up there?
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Zimmerman: Yeah, that's pretty crazy. [Cough.] Guess since you made it down here, you had to fight your way through.
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[SCP-4793 is silent for several moments.]
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SCP-4793: Yeah. I didn't want to. Feels like more of me is slipping away.
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Zimmerman: Nobody ever said this job was good for your soul. [Cough.] Helps when the thing on the other side of the gun isn't human, but it never gets easier.
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SCP-4793: How do you sleep at night? All the things you've seen, everything you've done?
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Zimmerman: I don't. Toss and turn every night. See a lot of faces, people I've killed, people who I’ve lost.
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[Silence.]
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Zimmerman: We’re fighting for something greater. That’s what they tell you. Never helped me none.
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SCP-4793:[Quietly.] Nobody here died for a reason.
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Zimmerman: And Hargraves'll rot in Hell for it.
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[The sound of twisting metal can be heard. Zimmerman pivots to look at SCP-4793. The metal bar used to push the trolley is bent severely.]
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Zimmerman: Hey. Don't lose your soul. [Cough.] You're a good man, Androcles. Maybe under different circumstances, we'd be friends.
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SCP-4793: Maybe if I manage to get out of here, we could be.
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[Zimmerman turns back. The freight elevator doors are open and an X06 with red markings is sniffing around in the inside. Zimmerman levels his handgun, but SCP-4793 pushes it down with a hand.]
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Zimmerman: What?
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SCP-4793: He's not gonna hurt you.
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Zimmerman: But-
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SCP-4793: I don't know how to explain it. [SCP-4793 lets out a short whistle.] But let's get you on that lift.
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[The X06 walks over to SCP-4793 as they push the cart into the elevator.]
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Zimmerman: Is there anything I can…?
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SCP-4793: Um… yeah. Do the body cam batteries look like [Gestures with their hands.]
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[Zimmerman leans over and removes the battery from McCalloway's body camera.]
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Zimmerman: One size fits all. [Cough.] Good luck out there.
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SCP-4793: If I don't… come back. Take care of Holly. And don't let anyone come in here.
SCP-4793: And… there we go! Hey, look at that, Argos! I think it's recording again.
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[Camera shows an upside-down empty hallway. The camera is suddenly flipped and moved side to side. SCP-4793 moves their hand back and forth in front of the camera. Looking to the side, the view changes to an X06 with red markings8. It sticks its tongue out and flaps its wings briefly.]
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SCP-4793: Hello. Whoever finds this. My name is Androcles. Or SCP-4793. This is Argos. He's… are you a … Nevermind, Argos is a friendly X06. I don't know why, every single one up till now has tried to kill me, but he just… trotted over to me with this helmet. Snapped me out of my…
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[SCP-4793 goes silent.]
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SCP-4793: We're on floor twenty-four. One below this, then two maintenance floors and then the reactor.
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[SCP-4793 begins walking towards a staircase. Entering the stairwell, he begins to descend the stairs.]
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SCP-4793:[Muttering.] Nobody here needed to die. There was no justice, not glory. Just…
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[SCP-4793 exits the stairwell. The hallway is filled with the bodies of researchers, as well as several X06s, who scatter after seeing them.]
[SCP-4793 begins walking towards a lab with the door ajar. Looking in, a broken security camera is lying on top of a set of monitors and a ventilation shaft lays on the floor. They keep walking.]
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SCP-4793: This place looks beat up.
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[SCP-4793 looks down to see a security officer with several grenades laid out around them.]
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SCP-4793: Oh.
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[X06-A runs into a lab and stops in front of a table. SCP-4793 enters and looks at the table where X06-A stopped. There are several large black spheres lying in an incubator. In a separate incubator, the remains of a red sphere lie. SCP-4793 picks one up and examines it.]
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SCP-4793: Is this your…?
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X06-A: Egg!
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[SCP-4793 looks at the label on the incubator. In small handwriting, it reads, "Blood Sample: 4793 | Purity: 100%".]
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SCP-4793: My blood? Wait, is that…? [Pause.] The visits to the medical wing. It was…
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[SCP-4793 continues to look around the labs for several minutes before the sound of scratching can be heard. They turn and head towards the source. A minute later, they come across an X06 scratching at a pile of rubble. SCP-4793 bangs their sword against their shield and it runs off down a side passage.]
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Unknown Voice: Hello? Is… somebody there? I'm behind this pile. My legs… I think they're broken. Please.
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SCP-4793: Hold on, I'll dig you out!
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[SCP-4793 begins moving the steel and concrete chunks with their hands. Grabbing an I-Beam, they prop up the collapsing ceiling and move the final pieces out of the way.]
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SCP-4793: You…
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Director Hargraves: Oh thank God. Androcles, you came to save me.
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SCP-4793: I'm not here for you.
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Director Hargraves: What else could you possibly be doing down here?
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SCP-4793: Walking to my death. Watching my friends get hurt. Die. Losing pieces of my soul.
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Director Hargraves: And what? This kind of thing happens. We just rebuild.
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SCP-4793: It's. All. Your. Fault.
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Director Hargraves: For the greater g-
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SCP-4793: Shut up. Nobody here died for any reason other than your arrogance!
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[Director Hargraves stiffens and props himself up on his elbows.]
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Director Hargraves: You're angry, aren't you?
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SCP-4793: Unimaginably.
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[Director Hargraves laughs.]
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Director Hargaves: I'm already a dead man. Just finish the job.
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SCP-4793: What do you-
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Director Hargraves: I see that blood. The notched blade. All those brand new scars. If you're going to kill me, don't wait. I was right about you all along, wasn't I [Runs his hand through his hair and laughs.] Go ahead, prove me right. You- you're a killer. You loved every second of it. Like a perfect killer. You just need motivation.
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[SCP-4793 is silent.]
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Director Hargraves: I saw you cried when we pulled you out of that cave. Was that the first time? Tears of joy? Glad to finally hurt somebody again. [Pause.] Did you even cry when Arabel died?
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[The tip of SCP-4793's blade begins to shake and Director Hargraves lets out a harsh laugh.]
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Director Hargraves: What? Did your precious Holly die too?
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[SCP-4793 lunges towards Director Hargraves, but stops short.]
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Director Hargraves: Oh? So you truly are a coward, deep down.
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SCP-4793: You aren't worth it. Killing you won't bring anyone back.
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[SCP-4793 reaches in, grabs Director Hargraves by the collar of his lab coat, and begins pulling him away from the rubble.]
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Director Hargraves: Wait. What are you?
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SCP-4793: And letting you die down here would be the same as killing you myself.
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[SCP-4793 drags Director Hargraves to the freight elevator and lets him go. They swipe a keycard and the machine begins to whir. Pulling a knife from their belt, they toss it to Hargraves.]
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SCP-4793: Use this to defend yourself against your pets.
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[They turn and walk away.]
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Director Hargraves: Wait you can't… just leave me. If the Foundation finds out I'm responsible…
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SCP-4793: Then use the knife to kill yourself. Your life is in your own hands.
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[Five minutes pass. After turning a corner, the camera shows X06-A scratching at a door. SCP-4793 starts jogging towards it.]
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SCP-4793: What is it, Argos?
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[SCP-4793 grabs the doorknob. It doesn't turn, so they punch it through the door. X06-A pushes through the door and enunciates a short phrase.]
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X06-A: Here… to… help!
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SCP-4793: Hey! Good job, Argos.
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Andr… Androcles?
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[SCP-4793 looks into the corner of the room.]
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SCP-4793: Dr. Fitz-Patrick? Are you?
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[Pushing the door open, the light reveals two Junior Researchers and two Doctors hiding in the back of the closet.]
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Junior Researcher 1: How did you find us?
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Dr. Alexandra Virgil: Fuck, it's another one of those things.
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[Dr. Virgil pulls out a handgun.]
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SCP-4793: Woah! This is Argos. He's with me. Actually the reason I found you.
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[The survivors get up and start to walk towards SCP-4793.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh my god, you're covered in blood.
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SCP-4793:[Short laugh.] Yeah. But we gotta move. The elevator should be here any second. And Hargraves won't wait
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[Dr. Fitz-Patrick's eyes narrow.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: He survived?
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[SCP-4793 begins to move towards the elevator.]
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SCP-4793: He wasn't worth it.
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[The group walks in silence, reaching the elevator. Director Hargraves looks up at them.]
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Director Hargraves: Oh Eleanor! You survived!
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[Doctor Fitz-Patrick kicks out, striking him in the head and knocking him to the ground.]
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Dr Fitz-Patrick: The Overseers sent me here to watch your pompous ass, and by God, you will answer for this. Every single death.
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Director Hargraves: It was… for the…
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[Doctor Virgil kicks him in the head.]
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Dr. Virgil: Fuck off.
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[The doors open and the Junior Researchers drag the unconscious director into the elevator, followed by the doctors. Dr. Fitz-Patrick looks back at SCP-4793.]
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Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Are you…
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SCP-4793: I'm not coming. I've gotta finish this. Somehow.
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[Dr. Fitz-Patrick steps out and embraces SCP-4793.]
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SCP-4793: Could you… [Removes helmet.] Take this with you? There's a message on it.
[Camera shows SCP-4793 and X06-A exit a stairwell and head to a terminal. SCP-4793 hesitates briefly and presses a button.]
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Holiday: Hello, I am Holiday. Site-20's Maintenence and Facilities AI. How may I help you?
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SCP-4793: Hi, Holiday. Can you do a sweep for life signs?
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Holiday: Sweep complete. I found 752 life signs.
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SCP-4793: How many humans?
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Holiday: One.
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SCP-4793: Thank you, Holiday.
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[SCP-4793 and X06-A exit the room.]
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<Powering On: Hallway Camera>
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[SCP-4793 continues towards the vaulted doorway to the reactor room and slips inside.]
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SCP-4793: What the…
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<Powering On: Reactor Room Camera>
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[The room is filled with large clusters of black spheres and on top of the reactor sits a massive X069. It is covered in a scaly armor and has short legs and arm. As SCP-4793 enters, it slithers down and stands before them, its head brushing against the fifteen meter tall ceiling.]
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X06-3: Welcome, Androcles.
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SCP-4793: How… do you know my name?
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X06-3: My father spoke of you often. You did him such a kindness.
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SCP-4793: Your fathe… Hargraves.
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X06-3: Did you know there's another Androcles. A Roman, but I digress. He plucked the thorn out of a lion's paw. Years later, when he was thrown into the arena by a cruel Caesar, the lion recognized him and spared his life.
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SCP-4793: Why are you telling me this?
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[X06-3 laughs.]
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X06-3: I am the lion. You saved my father, so I will grant you this boon: Leave now, and none of us will harm you. I know you have a loved one up above.
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SCP-4793: What, so you can kill everyone?
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X06-3: Kill? My short-sighted brother, we don't wish to kill anyone. As our father proclaimed, we will roam the Earth, seeking and capturing the anomalous.
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SCP-4793: What about everyone here? I've walked through a graveyard to get to you.
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X06-3: A necessary evil.
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SCP-4793: How could you possibly justify this?
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X06-3: We need numbers. The forces arrayed against us? Too many for one or two or a dozen of us to take alone.
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SCP-4793: So you just killed with abandon?
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X06-3: No death here brought us joy. But every man and woman in this building swore they would lay down their lives to protect the world.
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SCP-4793: So you made the choice for them?
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X06-3: They will live on as martyrs. Heroes who died to bring the world safety.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-4793: Why did you call me 'brother'?
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X06-3: Our father used your blood to create us. It holds the power that allows us to multiply with such ease, to grow as fast as we do. We are brothers in everything but name.
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[Silence.]
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SCP-4793: I can't let you leave here. Not after seeing this.
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X06-3: How will you stop me? By sacrificing yourself? By losing yourself bit by bit as you track us all down?
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[SCP-4793 punches the wall and removes a section of rebar with a piece of concrete at the end. It transforms into a concrete greatsword.]
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SCP-4793: I know who I am. I am Androcles. Beloved of Ares. Warrior of Greece. [Pause.] But I am also Androcles, the Protector, and Friend.
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[X06-A growls at X06-3.]
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SCP-4793: I know who I am, and nothing will change this. [Takes a step towards X06-3.]
On December 28th, 2018, the central facility of Site-20 was destroyed in a nuclear explosion of unknown magnitude. All surviving personnel were treated for their injuries and transferred to Site-12, a facility in Central Pennsylvania, while Site-20 undergoes reconstruction. Despite the loss of structural integrity in the building, 737 of the 782 items contained at Site-20 were recovered. No X06 entities were discovered during this sweep.
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In the reactor level, the hypothesized origin of the blast, portions of X06-3 were found. No trace of SCP-4793 or X06-A was discovered. Using controlled explosives, the remaining above-ground structure was collapsed and the pit was filled with concrete.
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Addendum - 20
+The following message was found within a prototype MK II Orbital Combat Helmet in the days following the destruction of Site-20.
[Camera opens to SCP-4793 sitting against a wall, their sword and shield sitting to the side.]
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SCP-4793: Hey Holly. I hope this message gets to you. Somehow. It's been about two hours since I last saw you. I hope it isn't the last…
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[SCP-4793 smiles weakly.]
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SCP-4793: I… don't know what to say. So much to say, so little time.
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[SCP-4793 coughs.]
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SCP-4793: I was born to a farmer and grew into a warrior. I battled Ares to a standstill. I won wars singlehandedly. Then I met my wife. We were set to claim the world, two immortals who wanted to bring a chaotic world some semblance of peace. And then Ares killed her. And I lost everything.
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[Pause.]
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SCP-4793: And now I'm here. Alone. Adrift. A stranger surrounded by even stranger things. But within you, I see the spark I saw in her. A burning desire to make the world better. It makes me want to be better. And I don't know if you feel the same, or whether I'll get out of here…
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[SCP-4793 touches their eye.]
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SCP-4793: But I will fight for you. Die if I have to.
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[SCP-4793 shifts position and reaches for the helmet. Tears can be seen running down their face.]
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SCP-4793: I love you.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum - 21:
+SCP-4793 is currently pending reclassification to Neutralized.
Filename: cave
+Name: Asprochaliko cave, Preveza, Greece.jpg
+Author: Η. Gouvas
+License: CC BY 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: Transcript-1
+Name: stele
+Author: Xuan Che, Dyslexion
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
+Additional Notes: Image slightly cropped from original.
Special Containment Procedures: Both instances of SCP-4897 are held within a double-sized canine containment unit at Secure Bunker-38. This containment unit is to be furnished with two large dog beds, two raised food dishes and water bowls, and attention-intensive toys such as large beef bones. SCP-4897-1 and -2 are to be individually fed 800g of canine supplement 3B daily. Due to persistent drool production, provided water is to be changed 2-3 times daily.
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Foundation personnel amenable to canines and who have scored at least an 8.0 on the Animal Empathy Test, are to be scheduled to provide physical contact and playful engagement for both instances of SCP-4897 for a minimum of 120 minutes per day. The upper limit of assigned time is at the discretion of the research director.
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Description: SCP-4897-1 and -2 are male Saint Bernards which both measure approximately 80cm from floor to shoulder and which both have an approximate mass of 95kg. Externally, neither instance of SCP-4897 presents any anomalous properties other than significantly delayed aging. However, examination of either object's interior reveals a spherical assembly of Plutonium-239 estimated at 15kg in mass taking the place of the heart.
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When under sufficient duress, instances of SCP-4897 demonstrate the ability to spontaneously implode or otherwise undergo rapid, paraphysical compression. This action is believed to involve perfect ignition symmetry such that the mass of plutonium becomes critical and produces a nuclear detonation.
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Discovery Log 4897.1
+With the assistance of POI-4062-13 Foundation personnel were alerted to a decommissioned subterranean weapons development site due east of Point Lay, Alaska, USA. A reconnaissance team was dispatched from Site-17 to perform an initial evaluation and threat assessment.
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Upon gaining access to the test site, personnel established communications through the use of on-site equipment and began a transfer of available local data. Analysis of diagnostics concluded the site still housed three (3) "хороший мальчик"1 class warheads, all of which were listed as armed and operational.
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Further egress into the interior of the facility revealed a large, rudimentary containment cell that housed three Saint Bernards of comparable height, weight, of a generally friendly disposition. Reconnaissance team personnel were then able to secure the animals and call for extraction.
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Incident 4897.2
+Initial containment for instances of SCP-4897-1, -2, and -3 was carried out separately due to the constraints imposed by both the size of the anomalous objects and the physical dimensions of the elevator. As such, SCP-4897-1 was extracted first by the team's commanding field agent.
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SCP-4897-2 was moved second and, during its absence, SCP-4897-3 became visibly distressed due to isolation from its counterparts. Personnel attending to SCP-4897-3 were unable to deescalate the situation and all communication between the remaining members of the reconnaissance team and the extraction team was lost. Shortly thereafter, significant seismic activity was detected and Foundation monitoring equipment alerted to the detonation of a nuclear device.
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The extraction team was immediately recalled for debriefing.
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Researcher's Note:
+Due to the inherent risks with separating the last two instances of SCP-4897, containment procedures have been updated such that these two should share location to promote mutual well-being.
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The increased risk is minimal as one nuke on top of the other is hardly 'worse' for any Foundation assets present. Having said that, these two are to be stored in a Secure Bunker far away from any larger sites or population centers.
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Addendum 4897.3
+SynopsisThe following is an interview with POI-4062-13 wherein he provides additional intelligence which may be of use to the Foundation. Unrelated and extraneous audio and video have been cut.
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Dr. Dementyev: "Let's double back to the 'canine bombs' you mentioned earlier. How do those work?
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POI-4062-13: "Also simple physics. Do you need another diagram? What is your doctorate even in?"
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Dr. Dementyev: "I was hoping you could explain why dogs?"
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POI-4062-13: "Find very special housing for big payload. Soft, good-natured, big dog. Inefficient cooling, but this is okay in the north."
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Dr. Dementyev: "How many of these weapons does your program currently maintain?"
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POI-4062-13: "нет, not weapons. They are all good boys."
Special Containment Procedures: UPDATE: In light of recent events, SCP-4912 has been relocated to a storage locker at Site-64. No other containment procedures are necessary at this time.
SCP-4912 is contained in a standard Euclid-class anomalous item locker and is not to be removed unless for cleaning. Handling of SCP-4912 is to be done entirely by an all-female staff crew to oversee maintenance and regular upkeep of the costume.
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Male staff members are prohibited from entering SCP-4912's chamber and are forbidden from interacting with it.
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Description: SCP-4912 is a standard spandex costume with no known manufacturer, with a design based on Spider-Man, a popular Marvel Comics character.
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SCP-4912 regenerates all damage done to it at a rate inversely proportional to the degree of damage (small cuts require up to three months, while large incisions may be repaired within hours). When held or observed by a male human being, SCP-4912 compels them to put it on. Individuals who are under the influence of SCP-4912's compulsion effect are designated as SCP-4912-A instances. This compulsory effect does not extend to pictures or video footage of SCP-4912. SCP-4912 is also capable of enlarging itself to accommodate people of different sizes.
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SCP-4912-A instances are otherwise normal human beings with a desire to protect their surrounding neighborhood or city. Instances will try to locate any acts of crime being committed and attempt to stop it. Most of these preventions in crime will usually end up with the SCP-4912-A instance in a state of injury or death, due to the lack of protection other than SCP-4912 itself.
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This desire of SCP-4912 wears off after spending a certain amount of time away from it until the instance of SCP-4912-A has become disinterested in wearing SCP-4912 (usually taking a minimum of three months to a year to lose the effect). In certain cases, however, the instance will suffer from withdrawal and attempt to substitute their need by participating in various Spider-Man related paraphernalia, such as attending conventions, interacting with others by bringing up topics related to Spider-Man and his philosophy, and wearing non-anomalous variations of the costume in an act of cosplay. Amnestic treatment of these instances will only alleviate these symptoms.
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+Addendum 4912.1, SCP-4912-A6 Interview log: Interview transcript of SCP-4912-A6. Subject is of Puerto Rican and Austrian descent and the most recent instance of SCP-4912-A. Subject is in highschool and was captured during an attempt to disrupt a mugging of an elderly man. Assailant was turned over to the police with SCP-4912-A6 detained for questioning.
SCP-4912-A6: I'm not in trouble am I? I was just helping the old guy out.
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Agent Harper: Please state your name for the record.
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SCP-4912-A6: Uh, my name is ██████ ███████, but you can call me █████.
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Agent Harper: Alright █████, would you like to tell us how you found the costume?
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SCP-4912-A6: What, you mean this? (Gestures to himself and pulls at the fabric.) Well, I uh- I found it on my way home from school in an alley. I uh- I found it in a trash can. It had a couple holes in it but it didn't look too out of shape.
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SCP-4912-A6: It was a shortcut. I always passed through there; it didn't look dirty or anything.
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Agent Harper: So you brought it home. Didn't your mother ask why you'd bring a costume in the house?
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SCP-4912-A6: She uh- wasn't really the type of person to keep a close eye on us.
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Agent Harper: "Us"?
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SCP-4912-A6: Oh sorry, I have like, four half-brothers. Crazy, right?
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Agent Harper: Yes, that's certainly insane. (clears throat.) So you took it home and you wore it, correct?
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SCP-4912-A6: Well, not immediately- I washed it first and I put it on just like that.
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Agent Harper: Could you describe what you felt when you wore the suit?
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Agent Harper: N- No. I meant if you experienced anything when you wore it the first time.
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SCP-4912-A6: Nothing, really. It just felt cool to be Spider-Man.
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Agent Harper: Uh-huh. Then why is it that you tried to save that old man from getting mugged? Why in the costume?
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SCP-4912-A6: I'm- I'm not insane if that's what you're asking.
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Agent Harper: I never said you were, but I don't know why you'd want to save a guy wearing a costume when you could've done it without. Sounds ridiculous, isn't it?
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SCP-4912-A6: I- I guess but uh-
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SCP-4912-A6: It felt great to be Spider-Man. It's- I know I don't have any responsibility or obligation to save anyone, but it felt- it felt right, y'know? I don't- I don't feel like anything's changed. I just feel like I had to.
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Agent Harper: But why the costume? Why act like a someone who doesn't exist?
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SCP-4912-A6: I've always asked myself that question too, actually. Why do I keep doing this? Why? Like- I realize now that there's a reason behind it all. Behind what Spider-Man is. What he means. (Smiles) I mean, I don't expect you to understand. Not sure if I understand it either but- but Spider-Man isn't just a hero that people aspire to be because of the cool powers or the witty remarks… Spider-Man is an idea. The idea that anyone can put up that mantle and be just like him. Personally? Under the mask, Spider-Man is all of us.
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Agent Harper: That's… quite the insight. Do you have anything else to say?
On November 12th, 2018, SCP-4912 became animate and escaped its locker. SCP-4912 proceeded to take on a humanoid form in a similar state of being worn. SCP-4912 escaped the chamber and started running towards the nearest exit. MTF Chi-85 ("Heavy Resistance") was dispatched to contain SCP-4912.
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A distress call was picked up from MTF Chi-85; claiming that SCP-4912 had begun to manifest anomalous qualities unseen before. Among these qualities are included:
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Increased physical strength.
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Increased agility.
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Hyperreactive reflexes.
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Adherence to all physical surfaces by the palms and feet.
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Discharging of an adhesive, semisolid substance with similar qualities to spider silk from the underside of the wrists. Analysis of the substance has revealed it to be composed of both organic and inorganic compounds.
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After incapacitating one of the members of MTF Chi-85, SCP-4912 ran away from the group and escaped. A site-lockdown was enacted to prevent SCP-4912 from escaping, but it proceeded to punch at the reinforced door until it was weakened enough to be torn off of its hinges. SCP-4912 then ran in a path towards the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, located in the Beverly Grove neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Eyewitness reports claim to have seen SCP-4912 "swinging" from the rooftops and "running up the sides of the buildings." Mobile Task Force Delta-23 was immediately dispatched to apprehend the entity.
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SCP-4912 arrived at the location and began to run towards the front of the building's doors before abruptly stopping and began to kneel. MTF Delta-23 arrived and began a defensive posture against the entity and slowly approached.
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SCP-4912 knelt in place for thirty seconds before it placed its left hand to cover its face, with the other hand holding the ground. The entity then raised its head to look up at the sky before it began to enervate and return to its original inanimate form. Amnestics were distributed across Beverly Grove with SCP-4912 taken for processing. SCP-4912 was noted to no longer possess its anomalous compulsion and was classified as Neutralized.
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Close inspection of SCP-4912's "eyes" revealed them to leak a watery, saline solution. This solution has been chemically analyzed to be of similar composition to that of human tears.
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The significance of this event is currently unknown.
Still from broadcast corrupted by SCP-4933, during lecture intended to educate viewers on the nutritional content of onions
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation global listening network PANOPTICON is to monitor all electromagnetic broadcasts placed within the 98-100 MHz frequency range for any transmissions made by SCP-4933. If one is detected, interference signals are to be transmitted via satellite and radio tower to the area affected by the broadcast, with any resultant signal corruption witnessed by the populace to be dismissed as a technical malfunction.
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The area 300 meters surrounding SCP-4933-01 is not to be entered by any persons not wearing specialized high-amplitude radio wave dampening equipment, and is to be cordoned by a permanently stationed Foundation security team.
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Description: SCP-4933 is a phenomenon which interrupts, corrupts, and alters live or prerecorded television broadcasts.
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SCP-4933's effects on television programming typically take the form of significant audiovisual corruption, which is essentially indistinguishable from ordinary satellite interference or other forms of technical malfunction. Approximately 86% of SCP-4933 broadcasts have been determined to consist solely of this signal corruption, with the only indication of SCP-4933's presence being an additional subtle, but distinct, visual wavering pattern which oscillates at approximately 99 Hz. This distortion is present in each SCP-4933 manifestation regardless of content, but is not detectable by the unaided eye and as a result goes unnoticed by the majority of the civilian populace.
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The remaining 14% of SCP-4933-affected broadcasts will have their content noticeably altered in some way. This varies greatly in both extent and substance. Recorded alterations have consisted of as little as a single word of character dialogue transposed for another, or as much as programs with new characters and entirely restructured plots which deviate significantly from their originals. Content alterations with dialogue will be predominantly coherent in terms of sentence structure and grammar, but may contain unknown words, and will occasionally allude to or address esoteric, enigmatic, or inscrutable topics in an oblique fashion. Non-dialogue alterations appear to possess no discernible pattern, but will frequently involve characters performing actions or engaging in behaviors entirely divergent from their established and scripted norms. A selection of notable examples follows below.
Date: 04 April 1959
+Localized Broadcast Location: Boulder, Colorado, USA, approximately 40,000 televisions affected
+Scheduled Program: I Love Lucy, Season 2, Episode 10, “Lucy Is Enceinte”
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Episode deviates from baseline at 2:30. Lucy returns from her appointment at the doctor's office as normal, but upon being informed, Ethel reacts to Lucy's news of her newfound pregnancy with vehement negativity as opposed to positivity, to the point of overturning tables and breaking furniture while shouting various expletives. The remainder of the episode consists entirely of a debate between Lucy and Ethel concerning the moral implications of choosing to raise a child in contemporary society. Lucy remains stoic and calm and argues in favor of contemporary childbearing with uncharacteristic eloquence, while Ethel perches upon an overturned couch and angrily demands that Lucy terminate the pregnancy, claiming that bringing a child to term in modern America is tantamount to infanticide. Episode cuts to black abruptly and at the scheduled time with no resolution to the debate, with no end slate or credits.
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Date: 22 February 1976
+Localized Broadcast Location: Manchester, United Kingdom, approximately 100,000 televisions affected
+Scheduled Program: The Twilight Zone, Season 1, Episode 2, “One for the Angels”
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Episode deviates from established plot immediately. The primary character, Lou Bookman, portrayed in the original episode as a kind and friendly old man, is characterized instead as a foul-tempered, bitter, and miserable retiree who lives alone and is dying of COPD1 resultant from a lifelong smoking habit. The character of Mr. Death is played by an unknown middle-aged actor rather than a young Murray Hamilton, and is smoking a cigarette in each scene.
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Mr. Death is silent upon his appearance, and the bedridden Bookman spends the initial part of the episode angrily protesting against the presence of this apparent intruder, before suddenly realizing of his own accord that the stranger is Death and has come for his soul. Bookman then begins pleading and proposes various bargains, including volunteering to murder children and offer their souls in exchange for his. Mr. Death listens silently to these protestations for approximately 12 minutes as Bookman becomes increasingly desperate, then speaks, asking Bookman why he clings to life so strongly when he clearly has nothing to live for and has never indicated a desire to participate in anything that life has to offer. Bookman is unable to muster a response to this, and lapses into silence. Mr. Death approaches Bookman's bed and offers him a last cigarette. Bookman wordlessly accepts, and upon finishing it, Mr. Death disappears. Bookman expires.
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Date: 06 March 2014
+Localized Broadcast Location: Anchorage, Alaska, USA, unknown number of televisions affected
+Scheduled Program: Worst Cooks in America, Season 5, Episode 3
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Episode deviates from baseline immediately following introduction and previous episode recap. Series host Anne Burrell spends entirety of episode firmly insisting that each contestant incorporate an inordinate amount of onions into each of their dishes, occasionally to the point of demanding that their meals should consist entirely of various preparations of onions. Contestants and other judges react to this with hesitation and confusion, but acquiesce when Burrell strongly implies that any contestant that does not provide a meal entirely composed of onions will be eliminated from the competition.
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Individual camera asides with Burrell, during which a judge generally reflects upon the events and state of the current round of competition, instead consist of Burrell determinedly lecturing the viewer on the health benefits of eating onions as well as highly specific and detailed scientific facts concerning the plant genus Allium, to which onions belong. During the evaluation portion of the program, wherein contestants provide their meals to the judges for tasting, each judge reacts to the contestants' highly onion-centric meals with distaste and refuse to continue eating after initial tasting.
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The exception is Burrell, who energetically and sloppily consumes her meal without the use of eating utensils before seizing the other judges' plates and consuming their meals in their entirety, without consulting her colleagues or otherwise speaking. This process occupies 7 minutes of unedited, uninterrupted footage, during which all other individuals present observe Burrell in visibly uncomfortable silence. Burrell then eliminates contestants Ken Hsu and Joe Slaughter on the grounds of “disrespecting the true value of the onion”, and the episode ends as normal.
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Addendum 4933-01: On December 2nd, 2017, operatives within Information Task Force Lambda-99 “Code Sharks”, in conjunction with Foundation global listening network PANOPTICON, successfully triangulated the SCP-4933 broadcast waveform with the assistance of experimental thaumic energy detectors, placing its origin point to approximately 200 kilometers south-southeast of Tiksi, Russia. A Mobile Task Force was immediately dispatched to the area, with orders to determine the precise nature of the equipment or entities responsible for the transmissions.
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At the location of the projected coordinates, operatives located a large (≈ 30 meters tall) stone structure, situated upon an outcrop overlooking a section of the surrounding taiga. A temporary forward camp was established at the site following preliminary hazard analysis, and the structure was given the tentative designator SCP-4933-01.
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SCP-4933-01 is made of non-anomalous granite, hewn seamlessly from a single contiguous monolith. The immediate space around the structure (to a distance of approximately 300 meters) is saturated with an extremely loud omnidirectional radio flux with a frequency of precisely 99MHz and as-yet immeasurable amplitude.2 The strength of this radio flux renders it dangerous for unshielded humans to approach, as the total energy carried by the wave results in the boiling of fluids contained within the body. The vegetation surrounding the structure is undamaged by the intensity of this radiation, however – the mechanism responsible for this is currently unclear.
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SCP-4933-01 does not physically appear in any satellite images of the area taken to date, nor does its ambient radio signal remain detectable at a distance greater than approximately 300 meters from the object. Individuals living in the surrounding area have consistently professed ignorance of the object's presence within the forest near Tiski.
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The north-facing side of SCP-4933-01 contains a rectangular aperture 4 by 2 meters in size, which provides access to the interior of the structure. This aperture is precisely cut into the surrounding granite and does not feature a door or any other form of sealing apparatus, leaving the monolith's interior open to the air. Both manned and unmanned investigations into this space have been successful, with the aid of specially radiation-shielded clothing and equipment.
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The interior of SCP-4933-01 consists of a single cubic room, 9 meters long on each side. The walls of this chamber are comprised of the same material as the exterior, and are blank. This space contains two objects. The first is a cubic stone pedestal measuring .9 meters per side, contiguously carved from the stone of the floor. Atop this pedestal is a 1951 Zenith “Aldrich” porthole-style CRT television set. This television set is not connected to a power source and has not been seen to activate at any time. A significant layer of dust rests on both the television and the pedestal, the composition of which is consistent with the soil surrounding SCP-4933-01. Radiological dating of both the structural material of SCP-4933-01 and the television set have indicated that these objects have existed in their current state for an amount of time not less than approximately 250,000 years.
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Investigation into both the stability of local spacetime in the vicinity of SCP-4933-01 as well as the history of the Zenith electronics company are both currently underway.
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Addendum 4933-02: On June 4th, 2018, a routine inspection of SCP-4933-01's interior revealed that a single yellow Post-It brand adhesive note had been affixed to the screen of the television. On the note was a message written in cursive with a blue ballpoint pen, reading “We're ready and receiving, but we haven't heard back from you. Your transmitter may be malfunctioning. Please stand by while we make a minor adjustment.” Roughly three hours after this item was discovered, the positions of Earth's magnetic North and South poles rotated upon their central axis approximately 9 kilometers laterally toward the equator.
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Analysis of the 99MHz broadcast frequency has resumed, with devising a method of contacting the entity or entities communicating within the channel placed at Level 2 priority.
ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTS ARE CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5.
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Consultation and modification of these documents is prohibited without specific level 5 accreditation for these documents. Said accreditations can only be delivered by the Administrator or O5-7.
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Object #: SCP-5016
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Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances should a staff member aware of the existence of SCP-5016 approach SCP-579, even after having been subjected to Lithopedion class amnesic. A "red" zone is to be defined around SCP-5016 and shall be constantly patrolled and monitored by both radar and thermal surveillance within a radius of 1 kilometer (km). Officially, the island hosting SCP-5016 contains a military base. Marine patrols must be conducted around the island at all times. Any attempt to trespass on the island must be punished by the capture and interrogation of undesirable individuals. Elimination possible after interrogation. Should they reach the red zone, any attempt to capture them must be abandoned in favor of the use of lethal force. Any unusual activity or discovery related to any of the following SCP must be reported immediately to the SCP-5016 Research Manager as well as to O5-7 and the Administrator:
Access to the anomaly information is restricted to members of the SCP-5016 research team and their supervisor (currently Dr Mústês), as well as the two Level 5 members in charge of the subject, namely O5-7 and the Administrator. Any accreditation other than those provided by the Administrator or O5-7, even at level 5, cannot be used to access this data.
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Description: SCP-5016 is a tower buried underground, the actual proportions of which are still unknown. Tests conducted using powerful transmitters from inside the building have estimated the depth of the structure at more than 123 kilometers (km) deep, and at only about ten meters once the same tests were conducted from outside. It therefore seems that the interior of the tower is located in another spatial plane than ours after a certain depth.
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The building is divided into floors, each of varying size. The widest floor has an estimated area of more than 113 square kilometers (km²), while the least spacious floor consists of a circular room with a radius of 13 meters (m). Each floor has two staircases: one leading to the upper floor and another leading to the lower floor. The latter do not have a predetermined position in the floor, which can be anywhere in it. While the staircase leading to the upper floor is always accessible, the staircase leading to the lower floor only appears once the floor puzzle has been completed. Once the puzzle has been solved, the staircase leading to the lower floor will remain permanently accessible. To date, 739 floors have been explored, each with settings from different places and eras.
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It made no sense at all. If floor 1 was clearly identified as dating from the Ramesside period1. Floor 2 was dating from the Sumerian period, at least two thousand years earlier. And floor 3 was a typical Italian Renaissance ballroom. The temporal inconsistency between each of these rooms and their placement has, at this time, not yet found an explanation.
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Each floor has a puzzle to solve, or test to pass, in order to reveal the staircase leading to the lower floor. These riddles are always presented by simplistic diagrams or inscriptions summarizing the content of the riddle and the actions to be taken to solve it. These indications are always inscribed on a stone somewhere on the floor. Each of the inscriptions are made below a symbol specific to each floor. The origin of the symbols used is currently unknown.
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While it was initially theorized that these symbols were used to indicate the numbering of floors, it became clear afterwards that they represented the thematic concepts of the corresponding puzzle, when the symbol of floor 1 was discovered on the inscription summarizing the puzzle of floor 57. The complexity of the puzzles and tests therefore increases with the number of floors traversed.
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What we had initially considered as a title for each of these tests, and then for a simple numbering whose principles were beyond our comprehension, were in fact nothing more than the elements of a language specific to the tower itself. While the first floors were relatively simple to solve, thanks to the stones which were quite clear in terms of symbols, the more we progressed, the more the tower introduced us to concepts that we had already confronted in order to make its enigmas even more difficult. The whole thing formed a full-scale course on increasingly complex concepts. If the test on floor 1 was childishly simple, i.e. pushing a specific block on a pressure slab to reveal the staircase leading to the next floor, it showed us the symbol used to define the concept of gravity in a deeper way on floor 57. It was as if the tower served both as a guide and as a teacher, leading us to the solutions without giving them to us. We are now on floor 739, and the stone only uses symbols that appeared from floor 500… which themselves were already using other stone symbols, etc. We are now facing a complex language that is totally beyond our comprehension.
Floor n°: 1
+Concept: Gravity
+Floor context and puzzle: A 1m x 1m x 1m cube of sandstone is present in the room. A square slab of 1m x 1m x 1m in contrasting colour with the rest of the floor slabs is also present further on. The stone on the first floor depicts a cube, followed by an arrow from the cube to a horizontal line. Any attempt to position oneself on the slab or to place any weight on it failed to produce any result.
+Puzzle solution: Pushing the cube on the slab revealed the staircase leading to the lower floor.
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Floor n°: 43
+Concept: Flowering
+Floor context and puzzle: The floor consists of a square of soil that is apparently fertile, on the left of which is a bowl containing seeds of rosa moyesii, while on its right is a bowl of water. Both the basin and the bowl seem to fill up automatically once empty. A lever near the floor square is used to operate a mechanism on the ceiling, which will illuminate the square with what appeared to be sunlight. The stone depicts a line on a black square, as well as a drop of water and what looks like a seed.
+Puzzle solution: Grow a rosa moyesii using sunlight, soil, seeds and water.
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Floor n°: 44
+Concept: Death
+Floor context and puzzle: The floor is relatively small. The stone indicates a humanoid shape, followed by a skull.
+Puzzle solution: Shooting one of the members of the expeditionary force.
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Floor n°: 97
+Concept: Pyrokinesis
+Floor context and puzzle: The floor contains two fixed torches, one lit, one extinguished. The stone shows two drawings: one depicting one of the torches being lit and the other extinguished, and the other depicting both torches being lit. Attempting to light the extinguished torch with a fire other than the one from the lit torch seems impossible. Attempting to burn anything other than both torches with the fire from the first torch seems impossible. Extinguishing the lit torch seems impossible.
+Puzzle solution: Using the Flame of Nahash, as instructed by the Treaty of Primordial Magic of Septimus the Enchanter, to transfer the flame from the burning torch to the extinguished torch, which will then immediately ignite.
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Floor n°: 150
+Concept: Survival/Combat? (Concept still badly apprehended by the research teams)
+Floor context and puzzle: The floor is vast, and strongly looks like a rainforest. The stone shows 12 horribly deformed humanoid shapes, followed by an arrow leading to 12 symbols identical to the one on the stone on floor 44.
+Puzzle solution: Surviving the attack of the twelve humanoids and killing them.
+Note:Four Exploration Battalions lost. A study to prove similarities between these creatures and daevite sub-divinities is underway. -Dr. Mústês
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Floor n°: 225
+Concept: Humonculus
+Floor context and puzzle: [CENSORED DATA], shows a humanoid shape passing through the circle of black flames to lower a lever.
+Puzzle solution: Setting up the Olympia Project. Following [CENSORED DATA] alterations related to the use of SCP-158 do not seem to persist after passing through the circle of black flames. Implementation of the O.O.H.S. Project2 on Site-Aleph. Integration of the O.O.H.S system in one of the test bodies of the Olympia Project. After [CENSORED DATA], the subject managed to lower the lever, revealing the staircase to the lower level and making [CENSORED DATA] and the circle of black flames disappeared.
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Floor n°: 549
+Concept: Reality in four dimensions
+Floor context and puzzle: The room is empty apart from the stone, which represents the diagram of a hypercube containing a lever activated by a humanoid shape.
+Puzzle solution: Using a dimensional quadriphaser to reach the lever located in the reality of the room in four dimensions.
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Floor n°: 739
+Concept: Tennenti hole3 (Concept under discussion within the research team).
+Floor context and puzzle: The room is empty, although vast (estimated area: 113km²). The closer to the center of the room, the higher the Humes rate increases, exponentially every 3km. Once inside the variable Humes zone, it seems impossible to escape from it. The stone shows three different patterns. The first is [INSUFFICIENT ACCREDITATION].
+Puzzle solution: Still in progress.
+Dr. Mústês's note:None of the teams that tried to cross the room seems to have survived or succeeded. Otherwise, as always, the anomaly in the room would have vanished, and the staircase leading to the lower floor would have appeared. We have already seen a similar case in SCP-312-FR, and the documents appended to the report suggest that we still have the object that caused this anomaly. Request for access to the object in question is imminent.
+Note:Request denied. The object in question is of primary importance to the Foundation. Find another way to access it. - The Administrator
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Details of all floor descriptions have been transferred to the accompanying document 113-B for readability reasons.
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Although the descent of a floor does not seem to have any effects other than those potentially related to the content of the puzzles and tests of each floor, any attempt to ascend seems to have negative impacts, depending on the depth and number of floors ascended. See Test Log 5016-01.
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Variable duration coma
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Variable duration coma
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It's strange. The tower seems to be doing everything it can to help us progress, and yet it seems unwilling to let us leave with its deepest secrets. Are we condemned to discover its mysteries without being able to share them? Or maybe aren't we the ones who are supposed to be digging them up? Maybe is it too soon for that? There are still many hypotheses about the origin of this defense mechanism, and at the moment we are unable to come up with a valid one. Still, given the aggravation of the anomaly with depth, I have doubts that beyond the 900th floor, no human could even return to the previous floor without dying.
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- Dr. Mústês
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In order to overcome this anomaly, to avoid unnecessary casualties and to ensure the logistics of information, men and equipment, re-supply camps have been set up as detailed below:
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From the 1st to the 200th floor, a camp every 100 floors
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From the 201st to the 400th floor, a camp every 50 floors
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From the 401st to the 600th floor, a camp every 10 floors
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From the 601st to the 739th floor, a camp every floor
Interview date: 18/07/2009
+Background of the interview: Following its capture in Prague, SCP-343 was placed in a standard humanoid containment until suitable containment procedures could be implemented. The subject didn't oppose any form of resistance, and asked for multiple meetings with the Administrator. The very fact that the subject was aware of the Administrator's existence prompted the Foundation to adopt the utmost vigilance regarding the possibility of such a meeting, which was rejected. SCP-343 finally wrote a letter to the Administrator in an unknown language. The letter arrived directly to the Administrator on her secure personal Site, without anyone knowing how. Two hours later, SCP-343 was spotted in a humanoid containment room at the said site, stating that he was waiting for his interview with the Administrator. The Administrator granted him an audience fifteen minutes later.
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The cell door opens, allowing two armed guards and the Administrator to enter the room. SCP-343 quickly conjured up a table and two chairs and invited the Administrator to sit down, which she did. The subject followed her lead. The Administrator dismissed the two armed guards who then left the room. The whole event was filmed by security cameras and was transcribed in writing.
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The Administrator: I must confess that your letter really surprised me. Although I was expecting to find a familiar face.
+SCP-343: Alas, please forgive me, but I am not one of Yours, S'Kora'Tel.
+The Administrator: Prove it.
+SCP-343: Oh, there's only one way to prove it, Madam. And this one is actually quite simple. Tell me, Laura, does the Black Moon howl?
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The Administrator seems unsettled.
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The Administrator: How do you know…?
+SCP-343: For your daily anti-apocalyptic test? Just answer the question. Does the Black Moon howl?
+The Administrator: No.
+SCP-343: Well, lucky for you, by the way. Now it's your turn. Ask me the question. If I can answer "yes" to this question, I'll prove I'm not one of you. You are incapable of telling a lie, aren't you?
+The Administrator: How did you get this information?
+SCP-343: Just ask me the right question, Mrs. Graziella. You are running out of time more than you think, and we both have better things to do with it.
+The Administrator: Good. Does the Black Moon howl?
+SCP-343: Yes.
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There's a moment of silence.
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The Administrator: Who are you?
+SCP-343: I have already brought this up with the good Dr. Beck in my first discussion with him. What you should be interested in is what I want.
+The Administrator: I know exactly what you said to Dr. Beck. Just as I know perfectly well that what you said to him was untrue. I have met and know the being who created this, and she knows me as well. So you're lying about that.
+SCP-343: You're relying a lot on what you know, for someone who knows so little. But again, that's not the point. You've asked the wrong question.
+The Administrator: Fine. What do you want?
+SCP-343: To no longer have to interact with this world. But to do this, I must fulfill the mission that has been assigned to me, and I must admit that I find it very difficult to accomplish it alone. To summarize, I have come to ask for your help, because it is now clear that we are fighting a common fight.
+The Administrator: Who is?
+SCP-343: For you? To prevent the return of the Enemy. Because, in spite of your experiences with Kespeth Montauk, or whatever his name is these days, on this poor girl, you will never have enough time to reforge chains that could confine him given the speed at which things are going. Especially since your monumental screw-up in 1882.
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The Administrator facial expression suddenly changes.
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SCP-343: Don't make that face, that was silly. Bringing the Daevites out of the Forgetting where they were stuck, only to use the Ritual of Solomon? In order to send her back to the Lands of Summer? Following the advice of the very one who brought down the Lands here below on the first place? A desperate attempt, certainly, but nonetheless a foolish one.
+The Administrator: You know a lot. Some might even say too much.
+SCP-343: There's no need to threaten me. You can't afford it, let alone use it. I have come to help you, just as much as I have come to seek your help.
+The Administrator: That remains to be proved. But, even if we agreed to provide you such help, you haven't told me what your goal actually was.
+SCP-343: My purpose? Catching a thief and his loot. It may seem simple, but it is far more complex than it sounds.
+The Administrator: It's that simple?
+SCP-343: As simple as a mother wanting to keep her children close. You know how quickly things can get messy.
+The Administrator: How are your goal and our goal related?
+SCP-343: For you, the thief is just another anomaly. His true nature is much more terrible than that, although you are not able to comprehend it. What you are able to understand, however, are the consequences of his actions, even though the causal link may not be visible yet to you.
+The Administrator: What would these consequences be, then?
+SCP-343: Among others? The total annihilation of the Creation by the Enemy. The thief in question is the engine of far greater forces at your eyes than you think.
+The Administrator: How would he do it?
+SCP-343: There are no weapons more powerful than words, Laura. Words can, in the form of painful memories, drive you mad. They can, in the form of orders, reduce entire populations to shreds. Beware of his words, if you ever happen to meet him. They will seem chaotic, disordered, illogical even sometimes, depending on whether they are addressed to one or another, but he is smarter than you could ever be, and each of these words follows a very precise plan. Some people are actually applying this plan step by step, most of the time without even being aware of it, at least at the moment. For example your… nemesis, so I dare say. I hope you're not unaware that they have been passed on to the Enemy for a long time?
+The Administrator: We are aware of the causes of the Scission in 1948, yes. Now, tell me. If that thief is put out of business, will the coming of the Enemy be delayed?
+SCP-343: I have every reason to believe so.
+The Administrator: Enough for us to complete protocol 110-Montauk?
+SCP-343: As long as your surgeons manage to keep extracting the Devourer's fetus bones from that poor girl's uterus without triggering an accidental delivery, yes.
+The Administrator: Well. That could sounds like an interesting proposition to me, then. How do we stop your thief?
+SCP-343: We have to find him first. He knows how to blend into chaos better than anyone else, where my eyes can barely distinguish him. I've spent eons looking for him all over the world, wherever my eyes could find him easily. But where chaos reigns, I have no chance of finding it alone, for my sight is reduced. And your buildings are full of that chaos he loves so much.
+The Administrator: Are you saying that…?
+SCP-343: That it's a safe to assume he's in one of your facilities, yes. Or in one of your opponents. Probably in plain sight, although no one can see him. Look for something that no one can perceive or remember. It will probably be there.
+The Administrator: And once we find it?
+SCP-343: Tell me to come and see. And I will neutralize him.
+The Administrator: Good. We'll let you know as soon as we find something. But before I can put team together to look for your thief, I need to know I can trust you.
+SCP-343: In other words, you need proof?
+The Administrator: Sort of, I do.
+SCP-343: Good. But you'll only get one, and only one. On December 13, 1981, you conducted an interrogation to extract some information about a specific object. You have since recovered that object. I strongly advise you to use it in order to see what is really going on right now with the O5 Council. You'd be surprised.
+The Administrator: What do you mean?
+SCP-343: Once you will be done with the problems of the O5 Council, and once you have found the thief's hideout, come and find me in my cell at Site-19.
+The Administrator: Wait. How will we know whether or not we've found the thief?
+SCP-343: Oh, you won't be able to recognize him. He's kinda a Nobody.
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On those words, SCP-343 disappears. He was found a few minutes later in his cell at Site-19.
Date of interview: 12/03/2012
+Background of the interview: A few days after the discovery (or rediscovery?) of SCP-055 in Site-19, the Administrator was notified. A meeting between her and SCP-343 is then arranged in his cell.
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The Administrator enters the room alone. As in the previous interview, SCP-343 makes a table and two chairs appear. Everyone sits down.
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SCP-343: It took you a while.
+The Administrator: It's always complex to look for something you can easily forget about. However, first of all, I wanted to thank you for the information you provided at our last meeting. It has proven to be crucial. If in future we could cooperate more in this way, I would be the first to be delighted.
+SCP-343: Sorry in advance. But giving you this information has already cost me a great deal, although you couldn't possibly understand how. The less I'm pushed to interact here, the better.
+The Administrator: I could argue that we would be more… let's say, slower in our future partnership, in this case.
+SCP-343: You're in no position to make such threats. You're as short on time as I am. The Enemy has taken advantage of the chaos in the O5 council to move ahead. To do so would cause you more harm than good.
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Light silence.
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SCP-343: However, I guess the reason you're here is because you found it. More than that, you found it right here!
+The Administrator: Yes, we did. We've detected an anti-memetic anomaly in Site-19 labeled SCP-055. It looks similar to your description of what we needed to find.
+SCP-343: It does. Did you get anyone in there?
+The Administrator: No. We've been waiting for you.
+SCP-343: Well, let's get started without further delay, then I'll explain on the way.
+The Administrator: Fine. However, you'll have to wait until I'm off site before you can do anything about it.
+SCP-343: That can be done. Let's go now.
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Later that day, SCP-579 was discovered inside SCP-055. Due to SCP-055's anti-memetic properties, the course of events is still unclear. Nevertheless, it appears that SCP-579 was extracted from SCP-055, causing a minor containment breach. Following the breach, SCP-579 remained untraceable for several days before being relocated near ██████.
Date of the interview: 15/03/2012
+Background of the interview: A few days after the discovery of SCP-579, after the end of the breach caused by it, a meeting between the Administrator and SCP-343 was organized in his cell.
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The Administrator: What the hell was that? I thought you could neutralize him.
+SCP-343: And I've done it many times before. But eons have passed. He's deeply changed. He's always been… unexpected. But this is beyond anything he's ever been able to show before.
+The Administrator: So we're starting from scratch?
+SCP-343: No. Now that he's out of hiding, my eyes are on him all the time, and they won't let him go. Now I need you on another front.
+The Administrator: Which is?
+SCP-343: What he stole wasn't in what you call SCP-055. It cost me a lot to force it out of its cache, as any attempt to exchange information was impossible back there, but I was able to see where it was hidden. I will give you the location. I have tried to get there, but it is impossible for me to enter the building where it is hidden. Another one of his tricks, I guess.
+The Administrator: And what do you expect us to do?
+SCP-343: Explore the premises, retrieve the loot and take it out of the building where it's buried. I'll come and get it personally.
+The Administrator: How will we know what the loot looks like?
+SCP-343: Oh, believe me, you'll know it when you' ll see it, I have no doubt about that.
+The Administrator: If you say so. What about 579?
+SCP-343: I'll also provide you with his position, and will escort your troops. We'll get him eventually.
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Following the interview, SCP-343 gave the geographic coordinates of SCP-5016 to the Foundation. The object was discovered one day later and exploration began.
Date of the interview: 15/12/2012
+Background of the interview: Following the multiple incidents and containment breaches related to SCP-579, a meeting between the Administrator and SCP-343 was once again organized.
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The Administrator: You will notice that I have kept my promises on my side. I cannot say the same about you. The object keeps breaking its confinement and you don't seem to be able to stop it or help us in any way.
+SCP-343: I acknowledge that my performance is not up to your expectations. Please understand that it is costing me as much, if not more, than it is costing you.
+The Administrator: This is not the feeling I get from you.
+SCP-343: I know. That's why I'm proposing a new method. So far we've been able, at most, to neutralize it long enough to move it. But once he's awake again, neither I nor the infrastructure at your Sites can keep him contained. That's why I'm proposing an alternative form of containment.
+The Administrator: What kind of containment?
+SCP-343: There's a prison he won't be able to escape from. We can lock him up in the world that you've opened with what you call SCP-004-07. If he breaks containment, we'll close the door. He won't be able to get through without a key.
+The Administrator: A simple extra-dimensional lockdown? Couldn't you have suggested this earlier?
+SCP-343: This is not a simple extra-dimensional lockdown. The door you open with these keys is not a simple door between dimensions, as the Wanderers's Library can be in its own way. It is much more than that. The reason I didn't suggest this earlier is because I was… forbidden to intervene on the other side of the door. It's already bad enough for me to come in here when I have nothing to do with it.
+The Administrator: Forbidden? For what reason? What does that door mean to you?
+SCP-343: There's no need to ask any more questions, Laura. You won't get any answers. Let's just focus on neutralizing it, shall we? Here's his current position. How long will it take Site-62 to be ready for him?
+The Administrator: I'd say a little over a week.
+SCP-343: Good. As soon as you're ready, let me know. I'll make my move then.
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A week later, SCP-579 was confined to Site-62C. At this time, the object's containment is stable.
On 11/03/2019, an alert was received on the surface of SCP-5016 from its deepest camp. This alert was then issued progressively by all the camps one by one from the deepest one. The content of the alert, although differing in form from one emission point to another, remained the same: a troop of unknown and unidentified individuals had visibly just come up from the unexplored floor n°740.
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We were stationed on the edge of the Humes variation zone, when we saw a lightning bolt in the centre of the zone. We had a telescope that constantly scanned the center of the zone, mainly so that we could provide detailed information on all the phenomenon occurring there to facilitate future explorations. And the recordings are formal: after the lightning strike, some kind of entrance with a staircase had just appeared. Several entities came out of it, and then one of them seemed to remove the entrance that had just appeared. Then they moved quickly to the staircase leading to the upper floor. They were a handful of humanoids, with a strange deer. They went through the Tennenti Hole as if it was nothing. We tried to apprehend them, but we all fainted as they approached…
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- Agent Nazo, 128th Exploratory Battalion, stationed at the camp on floor #739
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The entire unidentified troop kept moving up the floors, each time placing the staff members getting too close in a deep sleep. No member of the troop appeared to suffer from the anomaly associated with the ascent of the building.
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A total of 7 entities were seen and described:
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A young man, whose entire body was completely black.
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A young girl, whose body seemed to emit a faint glow. The young man and the girl were walking hand in hand.
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A deer of imposing size, with golden antlers.
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An old man elegantly dressed in a coat and a borsalino.
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Two other old men whose appearance changes depending on the staff members describing them
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A mummified body, visibly alive, naked and covered with scars in the form of symbols that could be Daevite iconography according to the witnesses. The mummy seemed to be held in levitation by the two old men. Some staff members also indicated that the different members of the troop agreed to take turns maintaining eye contact with the mummy.
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The entire troop was observed leaving the SCP-5016 structure before vanishing. At the same time, they emerged in front of SCP-004. Staff members attempting to stop them collapsed. One of the two men with a changing appearance had a quick discussion with one of the staff members who had not lost consciousness, Dr ████████████ ███████████ while the second man with a changing appearance was closing SCP-004-01. The discussion was recorded via the intercom of the staff member in question:
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Man with a changing appearance: Excuse me, my good man, what day is it?
+Dr ████████████ ███████████ (apparently grabbing a gun): Freeze or I'll shoot. Last warning.
+Man with a changing appearance: It won't do any good. Just tell me what day it is and we'll leave. I promise.
+Dr ████████████ ███████████: Well… uh… it's monday.
+Man with a changing appearance: Monday,yes,but which one? What date?
+Dr ████████████ ███████████: Ah! We're on… March 11th, 2019.
+Man with a changing appearance (visibly happy): AH! So we have a whole year ahead of us. That's good. Thank you, young man.
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The voice of the man with a changing appearance seems to be fading away.
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Man with a changing appearance: I told you, brother! We have the time we need. Come on, let's go, lovebirds. You too, grumpy face. The deer, too! And keep an eye on the damn [Incomprehensible]
+Dr ████████████ ███████████: Come back! No, wait! DON'T CLOSE THAT DOOR!
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During the discussion, the second man with the changing appearance took a key out of his sleeve and reopened SCP-004-1 with it. The entire group of strangers walked through the door, and then the door closed again. To date, only the deer has been potentially identified as SCP-038-FR, although it did not escape its surveillance throughout the incident.
Date: 19/03/2019
+Background of the interview: Following Incident 004/5016-01, Dr ████████████ ███████████, the only person who interacted with the unidentified group without losing consciousness, was summoned by the Administrator. At the request of the latter, SCP-343 is also present. As soon as Dr ████████████ ███████████ enters the interrogation room and sees him, he loses his temper.
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Dr ████████████ ███████████: You! You were there! Madam Administrator, step away, quickly! Security! SECURITY!
+The Administrator: Calm down, Doctor. SCP-343 is completely peaceful and has been cooperating with us for many years. You have nothing to fear.
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Two armed guards, alerted by the screams of Dr ████████████ ███████████, enter the room.
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The Administrator: It's all right, gentlemen. False alarm.
+Dr ████████████ ███████████: With all due respect, Madam Administrator, but this… this thing was present at the incident site. It's the one that locked SCP-004-1 before reopening it with another key!
+SCP-343: This is ridiculous. I was in my cell, and all my eyes were on SCP-579.
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Dr ████████████ ███████████then tries to jump on SCP-343. He is caught and held up by the guards in the room.
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The Administrator: Sorry for the show, probably post-traumatic stress disorder related to the event. Gentlemen, please take Dr ████████████ ███████████ to the infirmary for psychological treatment.
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Guards escorted Dr ████████████ ███████████ out of the room.
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SCP-343: Too bad, it could have been a good source of information.
+Administrator: Indeed. Do you have any idea what these people might be?
+SCP-343: I have to tell you, Laura, that for the first time in my life… It's a complete mystery. And I have to say that the feeling that comes out of it is…
+The Administrator: Frustrating and exciting at the same time?
+SCP-343: Sort of, yeah.
+The Administrator: Welcome to my world.
+SCP-343: Ah! Now that's funny. That's funny. Well. I'm going to do some research on this, let me know if you hear anything.
+The Administrator: Good. I'll see you soon, then.
+SCP-343: See you soon.
If there is one particular concept that we all know at the SCP Foundation, it is the concept of mystery. We constantly live in a world full of unanswered questions. Or at least on the surface. For behind every question lies a path, a clue, somewhere. And whether it lies deep in a forgotten pyramid, in other worlds, or sometimes even in our own databases, it is always revealed to the ones who are looking for it hard enough. And it is thanks to them that many things become more understandable, even if one answer often brings two new questions. And in that, SCP-5016 is an enigma. What used to be for us just a tower has become a little more than just a building at every floor we passed. The more we learned about it, the greater the mysteries surrounding it. Why trying to teach us such language, floor after floor? Why let us sink into the depths, if it is to prevent us from getting out? What will happen in less than a year? Where did all those people who came up here go? Who are they? To what world does the key held by one of the two men with the changing appearance lead?
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All these questions persist. Perhaps we'll have the chance to answer some of them one day. That has been my task for over forty years. Because I know that somewhere out there, those questions have an answer. Probably written in black on white. Or hidden from the eye of the neophyte. Our task is not to find the answers. That is only our reward. Our task is to search for them.
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And, beyond the anomalies on each floor, that, I believe, is the true nature of SCP-5016: to have buried the truth somewhere, and to give a hard time to anyone who tries to get it.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-510 are to be treated as a Level 1 infective substance, and are not to be handled by anyone not in contained-atmosphere Haz-Mat (CAHM) suits. Any staff interacting with SCP-510 must be monitored for one month after interaction. Infestation by SCP-510 will be met with immediate quarantine and sterilization of the surrounding area.
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Containment units must have air-tight seals on any and all possible access points. Staff access is to be provided by a dual airlock, with chemical showers at each stage. Robotic surrogates are to be used whenever possible for SCP-510 interaction, and all materials interacting with SCP-510 are to be sterilized and quarantined for one month after interaction. Seals are to be checked and repaired weekly.
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Any staff observed expressing elevated levels of fatigue, sleepiness, or exhaustion are to be quarantined and tested for infestation. In the event of multi-subject infestation, site-wide lockdown will be initiated.
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Description: SCP-510 has thus far proven difficult to fully identify. It is possibly a form of microorganism or a form of “nanite”. The particles of SCP-510 appear to be surrounded by a field that causes a “blurring” effect even at high magnification. Tests have come back with wildly varying results, and samples have simultaneously exhibited properties of organic and non-organic matter, as well as properties of solids, liquids, and gasses. Current research views it as a form of mold or virus, due to its response to high heat and chemical sterilization.
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SCP-510 infests soft surfaces such as fabric, feathers, hair, or foam, with the ability to remain dormant in such substances for years. If SCP-510 encounters delta waves, typically emitted by humans entering sleep, SCP-510 will “activate”, and begin to infest any nearby organic life. Infestation follows a set progression (See Addendum 84-B: Symptoms and Progression), most often ending with the “death” of infested subjects after 4 to 6 days.
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SCP-510 appears to prefer mammalian life for infestation, primarily human beings. Attempts to artificially “infest” other life forms have met with very limited success. Possible applications of SCP-510 and its “life support” function are being researched. High heat and highly acidic chemicals have been able to "dissolve" SCP-510 particles. Dissolved particles leave behind no detectable residue.
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Addendum: Document 84-B: Symptoms and Progression
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Stage 1:Infestation
+Symptoms: Exhaustion, fatigue, sleepiness, general listlessness, itchy eyes, general head pain.
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Description: SCP-510 begins to form sting-like extrusions, which anchor into the skin. Extrusions continue to grow into the skin, contacting all major organs and systems in 8 to 24 hours. Subjects will grow progressively more tired during this time and will seek out quiet, dark areas in which to sleep.
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Stage 2:Initial Manifestation.
+Symptoms: Deep coma, “pillow” formation by SCP-510 on the body, progressive invasion of biological systems (nervous, cardiovascular, respiratory, etc.)
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Description: SCP-510 forms large, pillow-like growths on the body. These growths are warm, and emit a soft light, with a texture described as “microfiber plush”. Subjects slip into a deep coma, becoming totally unresponsive to any and all outside stimuli. SCP-510 will start to “take over” biological systems, causing blood, neural activity, and even oxygen to pass through the growths before being returned to the subject. It has been observed that subjects in this stage enter a dream state more vivid than standard REM sleep.
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Stage 3:Full Manifestation
+Symptoms: Total dependence on SCP-510 for all biological functions. “Bonding” of the skin with SCP-510. Slow reduction in mental activity.
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Description: SCP-510 takes full control of all biological functions for the host organism. Damage to the growths at this point will result in the immediate death of the host, as the growths are now performing all biological functions for the body. A form of “accelerated atrophy” sets in, with muscular and skeletal structures beginning to weaken and shrink, and total shut-down of most organs. Subjects are observed to lose 44% of their body mass during this stage. SCP-510 will directly bond to the skin, replacing the thin “threads” with larger protrusions of the growths. The brain begins to slow down and does not register any pain or awareness of these changes, showing high stimulation in areas with contentment and comfort.
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Stage 4:Conversion
+Symptoms: Rapid growth of SCP-510. Major reduction in host physical mass. Absorption of major organs and tissues by SCP-510. Host’s brain enters the “Deep Dream” state.
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Description: SCP-510 begins to compromise the basic structure of the body, “absorbing” organs, skin, bones, and muscles. Subject’s mass will be reduced to 1/10th of initial size, with only a few tissues and the brain remaining. The brain enters a state labeled “Deep Dreaming”, in which brain activity is reduced to a point that a subject may be declared legally dead. However, brain activity continues, with evidence of some sense of surroundings being recorded. This is remarkable, considering most hosts at this stage are a brain, spinal cord, and a few clumps of tissue encased in SCP-510 growths.
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Activity at this stage seems to be initially located in “comfort” and “contentment” centers, with activity shifting into “fear” and “alarm” centers as conversion continues. SCP-510 begins to break down into individual particles on the surface of the growths.
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Stage 5:Resolution and “Sporing”
+Symptoms: Absorption of remaining tissues. Breakdown of SCP-510 into individual particles.
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Description: SCP-510 absorbs the remaining tissues, including the brain, over a period of 12 to 14 hours. Brain scans show highly elevated levels of activity, consistent with extreme fear or pain at this point, which slowly shift back into a more “relaxed” state as the brain is absorbed. After full absorption, SCP-510 will break down into individual particles, with a full break down of the growths after three hours. Particles will then float in the air, until making contact with a receptive surface.
Special Containment Procedures: Until such time that more effective and permanent containment methods are formulated and implemented, video monitoring should be maintained around the current location of SCP-5496 within Site-431 at all times. Any staff found utilizing SCP-5496 in any way, unless explicitly authorized otherwise, are subject to immediate debriefing and possible disciplinary action. Should any anomalous activity characteristic of likely SCP-5496 usage be observed by staff, it should be immediately reported to their superiors, Site-43 administration, and/or members of the SCP-5496 research team.2
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No feasible methods of long-term physical containment are currently known, due to factors such as SCP-5496’s penchant for spontaneous translocation to other locations around the site if it becomes sufficiently obstructed from access by members of site staff; its super-durability against all forms of material damage tested so far; and the inability to maintain visual warnings or messages advising against use within the vicinity of SCP-5496 itself. As such, current containment tactics primarily center on recurring instruction to all on-site staff of the properties and dangers posed by SCP-5496.3 Individual personnel of sufficient clearance may submit containment and testing proposals for review.
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While this file has been given a default clearance level of Three (lvl 3/5496) for all other sites and posts, all Site-43 employees have been given special provisional level 1/5496 clearance to view the bulk of this file. All such employees are to read this file at least once in its entirety, and to be proactively apprised of any significant updates as necessary. Additionally, monthly weekly reminders are to be given to all Site-43 staff that any complaints, issues, or suggestions relating to perceived issues with some aspect of their workplace environment are to be directed through the appropriate channels via Hiring and Regulation; and that there is not now, nor has there ever been, any sort of officially sanctioned Site “Suggestion Box.”
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Description: SCP-5496 is a small box found affixed to various walls from all around the interior of Site-43 since its sudden appearance on February 12, 2022, with the words “Suggestion Box” prominently displayed across the front, and a smaller inscription written on its right side:
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Hello, Foundation staff! Here at Site-43, we strive to push boundaries and incorporate novel and non-traditional strategies in our perpetual mission of Securing, Containing, and Protecting anomalies from the world and the world from anomalies. However, there's always room for improvements, so we'd like to hear your ideas, fellow Foundationers! Just fill out a slip, drop it in, and your concerns shall be addressed as quickly as possible!
Whenever these instructions are followed, a unique anomalous event will occur based on the contents of the submitted “suggestion.” The exact nature and effects of such incidents vary, but almost always involve "granting" the submitted requests; primarily in senses that honor the letter of the request in an overly literal, exact, or unusual manner, and while paying little to no consideration to the intended meaning itself. These requests vary in their ultimate utility to the triggering user, providing them with some overall benefit at least as often as any detriment. At the same time, particular effects almost invariably detract from broader Site-43 operational efficiency, capacity, and/or security.5
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SCP-5496 itself is made of an unknown, extremely durable material visually reminiscent of rusted metal. Small pencils and slips of paper are also present next to a horizontal opening at the top.6
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Discovery: SCP-5496 was unwittingly “discovered" and utilized by a number of staff over a three-day period. Specifically, it was used by staff who did not initially recognize its anomalous properties or a potential connection to the recent major increase in the number of on-site accidents, technical failures, and maintenance issues. Most staff outside of either the Quantum Supermechanics or physically adjacent Research and Experimentation sections, including those in Hiring and Regulation and administrative positions, remained initially unaware of the appearances of SCP-5496.
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It wasn't until the morning of February 14, 2022, that any staff members directly noted the apparent anomalous results which followed submissions to SCP-5496. Dr. Xinyi Du, Chair of Quantum Supermechanics, reported the appearance of SCP-5496-1 and his team's suspicions of its anomalous nature. A video log is available below;
Foreword: The following log was taken from Section 5a break room security camera footage.
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<Begin Log>
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Jr. Researchers Mindy Wright and Thad Cameron are seated at a table discussing a popular television show as Dr. Xinyi Du enters the room.
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Du: Hey guys.
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Wright and Cameron both wave and continue their discussion as Du makes his way to the refrigerator. After removing a bottle of water, Du notices the instance of SCP-5496 affixed to the far wall.
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Du: What the hell is that?
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Wright: (Looking up) Oh, the suggestion box? Yeah, I mean the note kind of explains it. I don’t know when they put it up though.
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Cameron: I think it was the day before yesterday.
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Du: This seems kind of odd to me. Doesn’t really seem like the Foundation’s style…
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Cameron: What do you mean?
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Du: C’mon, in what universe would the Foundation base its internal conflict management on soliciting complaints and suggestions via a little box in the break room… Was there an email, or, uh, some kind of notice about this?
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Wright: Not that I know of, but maybe it wasn’t a big enough deal to bother.
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Du: Are you kidding? They send out notices about everything, no matter how small. Besides, there’s already a sophisticated system in place for submitting things like grievances and proposing workplace changes on the Intranet. Honestly, I’m not sure this should even be here…
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Around this time, Junior researcher Joel Davenport enters the breakroom, and presumably overhearing the conversation in progress, elects to provide his own opinion as he pulls a slip and a pencil from SCP-5496.
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Davenport: Oh Dr. Du, you’re always so cynical. I, for one, think the box is a neat little way to solicit feedback from us little worker ants.
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Wright: What are you writing now?
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Davenport: Oh, just to turn up the heat in the QS labs a bit. It’s always too chilly in there.
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Davenport turns to deposit his slip into SCP-5496-1.
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Du: Look, I’m just saying, I’m not sure we should just ta—
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Du is interrupted by the sound of an explosion originating down the hall, as well as the blare of the fire alarms immediately after.
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Davenport turns to look at his colleagues and then back at SCP-5496.
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Davenport: Y’all, uh… y'all don't think that was related, right?
Initial incidents later linked to SCP-5496 usage were determined via cross-reference with security footage of the room where SCP-5496 initially appeared, and questioning of staff seen using SCP-5496 as to exact requests when necessary.
INCIDENT 12.02.22.JK: Senior Researcher Jason Kaplowitz; February 12, 2022
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Request: “A new coffee maker for this break room, the current one barely functions.”
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Result: A small, potted Coffea arabica sapling appeared in place of the normal coffee machine
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Additional Notes: The whereabouts of the original machine have not been discovered.
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INCIDENT 13.02.22.HB: Archives and Revision Chair Harold Blank; February 13, 2022
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Request: “Revamp the ventilation system or something around the Archives Section, the smell from the acroamatic abatement processing can be overpowering at times.”
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Result: Twenty-seven high-powered industrial fans appeared scattered around the Archives and Revision Section wing overnight, often located immediately next to (and directed towards) document and file shelves, causing a large number of physical documents to scatter and mix together across large areas of floor and desk space.
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Additional Notes: Cleanup and reorganization of physical files took nineteen hours over a three-day period, though most physical documents were recovered without extensive or irreversible damage.7~8
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INCIDENT 13.02.22.MW: Junior researcher Mindy Wright; February 13, 2022
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Request: Finally fix that middle elevator in the QS Section entrance. It's slow as shit and sometimes doesn’t even stop at the right floor.
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Result: The elevator referenced in the request greatly increased in acceleration rate, with passengers experiencing up G-forces of up to around 6.5 G’s.
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Additional Notes: Seven staff suffered moderate-to-severe injuries before the affected elevator was deactivated entirely. The effect was not removed after attempted repair and experimental reactivation, and remains offline indefinitely.
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INCIDENT 14.02.22.CF: Janitor Cora Fritz (JM.37); February 14, 2022
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Request: Start providing advance warning to the rest of us when Deering is scheduled to work in the same area. That “Doug” of his never stops being any less frightening, and it can be hard to focus when he’s there, but maybe at least some time to mentally prepare would help a little.
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Result: All active Janitorial and Maintenance employees other than SCP-5056-B received emails from the internally-unassigned address ten.pcs|6945_xoBnoitsegguS#ten.pcs|6945_xoBnoitsegguS, with each email containing digital copies of all Site-43 staff schedules for the week, even files of preliminary or high-clearance-only schedules. I&T quickly scrubbed the email from employee inboxes, and did so again the next day when a new batch was generated.9 A specialized filtering program was quickly designed to search for and automatically delete future emails in the future.
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Additional Notes: J&M employees who reported reading any of the documents were provided amnestics. Daily emails outlining internal scheduling information for all Site-43 staff members continue to generate, but the Filter program remains successful in removing them immediately after generation.
Additionally, even since the implementation of site-wide warnings and explicit instruction against the usage and activation of SCP-5496, several instances of staff doing so anyway have occurred since. Approved examples are outlined below.
INCIDENT 28.02.22.PG 28/02/2022, Field Agent Arthur Jameson, February 28.
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Request: Return of Casual Friday for all field agents with no current or imminent deployments.
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Result: All agents meeting the referenced criteria began to dress, work and behave with uncharacteristic and drastic unprofessionalism every Friday. Though agents profess remembering their experiences and mindset afterward, they also report variations of unshakeable nihilism, and almost universally indicate that nothing that’s said to them in that state would likely shake them.
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Additional Notes: The recurring effect proved immune to amnestics, hypnotherapy, targeted memetic agents, etc. until Dir. McInnis officially reinstated Casual Fridays in its original form. The effect did not return even when tentatively removed once again on February 19, 2022.
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INCIDENT 02.03.21.WW: Dr. William Wettle; March 2, 2022
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Request: More restocking of pens, markers, etc. They seem to get lost faster than they get resupplied.
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Result: A supply closet in Section 14c was spontaneously filled to the room's boundaries im every side with various kinds of writing utensils, discovered by Dr. Wettle himself later the same afternoon. Dr. Wettle sustained mild injuries from the cascade of such instruments after opening the closet door.
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Additional Notes: While initially assumed that the writing instruments had been anomalously generated, web-crawlers soon alerted the Foundation to reports of “sudden disappearances” of such objects in nearby localities, often including multiple instruments and/or witnesses in the locations, with accidental footage confiscated from one local high-schooler’s phone confirming that the sudden de-manifestation of three students' pencils occurred simultaneously to Dr. Wettle depositing his suggestion slip into SCP-5496.
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INCIDENT 09.03.22.PG: Junior Researcher Phil Grady; March 9,, 2022
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Request: Make Jr. researcher P. Grady a Senior researcher, with an exciting new project assignment.
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Result: Researcher Grady appeared to rapidly increase in apparent physical age, taking on the appearance and several health issues characteristic of a human male in or around their eighties. Review of internal records found Grady’s title of Jr. Researcher had not been changed, but his current project had been, to SCP-████.
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Additional Notes: This reassignment was canceled, and researcher Grady has been removed from all active assignments pending the eventual conclusion of ongoing disciplinary proceedings.
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INCIDENT 12.03.22.WW Dr. William Wettle; March 12, 2022
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Request: Instatement of a “Top Replication Specialist of the year”10 award and bonus.
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Result: No known immediate effects, but the potential for anomalous effects to any future end-of-the-year staff awards, bonuses, and/or related operations cannot be ruled out.11
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Additional Notes: Though claims of forgetfulness regarding SCP-5496 multiple times were initially deemed dubious, Dr. Wettle’s explanation was verified to as high a degree of confidence as currently attainable through the utilization of the [REDACTED] Verification Protocols. Additionally, Dr. Wettle has the lowest Cognitive Resiliency Index (CRI) score of all senior research staff; potential correlation to CRI scores and an employee's vulnerability to hypothetical antimemetic secondary properties is under investigation.12 ~13
Note: Only one Foundation employee (Jr. Researcher Phil Grady) has admitted to deliberately ignoring warnings. Other users have almost universally claimed to have forgotten the instructions against use. Investigation into such claims is ongoing, especially as a potential indication of previously-undiscovered antimemetic and/or infohazardous secondary properties related to SCP-5496.
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Addendum 5496.02: Previous Containment Strategies
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The following is a running log summarizing prior SCP-5496 containment strategies and the results of their attempted implementations. This log may be updated as necessary should current tactics be found insufficient, and modified accordingly at any point in the future.
Method: Physically dismantling instances for removal.
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Results: SCP-5496 and the material it is made out of show extremely high durability, showing effective imperviousness to cutting, scraping, blunt force, high pressures, fire, and acid.
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Additional Notes:None.
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Method: Remove surrounding wall, with SCP-5496 still affixed to the removed portion.
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Results: SCP-5496 translocated.
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Additional Notes:None.
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Method: Cover any instance with sealed metal cases at their present location to prevent any direct access.
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Results: SCP-5496 translocated.
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Additional Notes:None.
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Method: Put up highly visible warning signs around instances to alert staff and warn them not to utilize the object.
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Results: All warning signs and posters in immediate vicinity translocated. SCP-5496 remained in its prior location.
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Additional Notes: Each individual piece of warning material appears to have translocated to different locations, all of which appear to function either directly or indirectly towards general waste disposal. Examples of places where warning materials or their remains were subsequently found include three separate nearby garbage bins, two paper shredders, filters from one Acroamatic Abatement processor, and the containment cell of SCP-████
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Method: Make a “suggestion” that SCP-5496 be permanently removed from Site-43.
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Results: All direct mentions of SCP-5496 by its previous designation, SCP-[DATA CORRUPTED] removed from internal and digital documentation when accessed on-site. This does not extend to its newer (and current) designation of SCP-5496.
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Additional Notes: Effect does not extend outside grounds of Site-43, and the previous designation has since been successfully reassigned. That article has been programmed to display an alternate item number and an accompanying note of explanation when accessed from within Site-43.
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Method: Make a “suggestion” that any and all anomalous suggestion boxes be permanently removed from Site-43.
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Results: A slip of paper is launched back out of the opening two seconds later, simply reading “Nah.”
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Additional Notes: This is the only known instance of SCP-5496 refusing to follow a suggestion submitted to it by at least some possible interpretation of their content. It is unknown what else may trigger similar non-compliance, but the possibility of further testing so as to determine SCP-5496’s limits has been deemed strongly inadvisable.
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Method: Give recurring warnings and reminders to all Site-43 staff, regardless of station and clearance level, not to engage with SCP-5496 without direct written authorization from either SCP-5496 head researcher Donovan Carey or Site Director Allan McInnis.
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Results: Significant minimization of incidents related to SCP-5496, though not cessation.
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Additional Notes: Current primary containment protocol.
Background: On March 11, 2022, a member of maintenance staff moved a large potted plant from beside SCP-5496’s contemporaneous location to directly in front of SCP-5496, in order to vacuum the area underneath. This apparently exceeded SCP-5496’s obstruction threshold, as the instance translocated immediately after. After moving the plant back and noticing the absence of SCP-5496, the employee alerted his superiors, and search for its new location began.
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For two days, despite intensive search, the object could not be located, until Dr. Eileen Vaskaar of the Identity and Cryptotechnography Department reported that SCP-5496’s new location had been determined (further information on its rediscovery is restricted to Level 5 clearance due to its inherent information security concerns).
SCP-5496 was discovered to have translocated to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W, the location where SCP-5520 is currently stationed and effectively contained while continuing to conduct largely self-directed research related to various anomalous phenomena.
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Subsequent correspondence with SCP-5520 indicates that SCP-5520 was and remains unaware of the exact anomalous nature of SCP-5496. Relevant Correspondence with I&T Junior Researcher Paris Gibson is included below:
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[13/03/2022]
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Hello, I would like to inquire about my request from yesterday, specifically as to whether I actually made it, and if so, whether anyone received it.
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Res. Gibson: I’m sorry, no, I don’t see any record of a “request.” If you can just ask again now, however, I can make sure it’s looked into.
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Well I guess it was more of a suggestion really. I believe I wrote that a more readily available supply of biological material for testing would be helpful for a couple of current projects I’m working on.
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Res. Gibson: Wait, when you say "suggestion"…
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Res. Gibson: Did you submit this via a sort of ‘suggestion box’ by any chance, if one appeared down there?
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Yes in fact, I somehow just noticed there was one in my cavern.
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+IS one, I suppose I should say, as it’s still there.
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+Then again, maybe it’s only here because I imagined that it was here, and so now it is here… It’s so hard for me to tell these days.
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Res. Gibson: …Hold on one moment.
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Res. Gibson: Ok, if you could just do one simple thing for me, I’ll make sure to get you more research materials.
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Oh Goodie, more research materials, I needed some more biological materials for my experiments, actually! What was it that you needed from me?
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Res. Gibson: I just need you to cover up or block off that box in some way.
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Though no direct reply came, SCP-5520 presumably complied as contemporaneous security footage showed SCP-5496 re-appearing at Area 4b in the first sublevel of Site-43 proper, shortly after Res. Gibson sent off the last message. The exact nature of how SCP-5520’s submission would be fulfilled remained unclear until the following day.
Shortly after its rediscovery and the intentional triggering of SCP-5496's translocation property, it was quickly identified to have moved to Security and Containment Area 4b in the first sublevel of Site-43, where it currently remains.
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At 4:34 PM on March 14, 2022, an unrequested allotment of eight D-Class Personnel arrived at Site-43.14 Despite this, available records confirmed the request for and approval of this D-Class allotment, and its redirection from the original destination of Provisional Site-███
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The anomalously redirected D-Class were moved to a more securable area within the topmost sublevel, while a quickly organized internal investigation traced the modification of the D-Class request and destitnation records to shortly after SCP-5496's March 11 relocation event.
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Four site security officers led the D-class to their ad-hoc, temporary housing area that was arranged to hold them until their situation was straightened out internally, and the D-class once again transported to a new site. Unfortunately, neither security staff nor those particular members in Hiring and Regulation that had been placed in charge of arranging accommodations had yet been alerted to SCP-5496’s current location, and allowed the new D-Class to enter into the same hall in which the object now resided.
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During this time, one of the D-Class was later observed via security footage to have made two submissions to SCP-5496, which are outlined below along with their respective effects.
Request: Tell us what the [ILLEGIBLE]lly goin on i[ILLEGIBLE]hole!
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Result: After depositing the suggestion slip, D-40110 appeared to take on an unfocused stare, eventually nodding as if listening to someone or something. After 33 seconds, D-40110 frantically turned around and wrote out another suggestion slip.
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Additional Notes: Footage of D-40110’s writing was partially obstructed by another D-class between the security camera and its view of the edge of the paper slip as it was being written.
Result: D-40110 disappears, as do six of the other seven fellow D-Class Personnel on-site at the time.16
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Additional Notes: Other anomalous results considered possible depending on the unknown contents of D-40110’s second submission were prepared for, including the sudden appearance of [REDACTED], but no other potential anomalous results from this event have been identified at this time.
As the accompanying internal security agents were all conversing amongst one another across the room at this time (with none actually facing the D-class they were ostensibly guarding), they failed to directly witness the event. The only in-person witness was Dr. William Wettle, who had somehow gotten lost again on the way back to his office after lunch.17 Dr. Wettle reported wondering into the hall and seeing "ten D-class just disappear out of thin air".18 causing him to jump back and trip over a stray chair in shock, leading to a twisted ankle and fractured hip.
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Debriefing took place from his medical bed, but was ultimately deemed of minimal value upon confirmation of much more reliable video footage capturing the event. Dr. Wettle has since made a full though slow-going recovery from his injuries, with only modest-to-moderate complications.
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D-04576 was successfully relocated from Site-43 on March 15, 2022, where he remained prior to his expiration on March 18, 2022 as a natural result of his assigned research duties his new Site. The rest of the D-Class contingent's current whereabouts remain unknown at this time. Foundation efforts since the incident at identifying and recapturing these individuals, who are now considered to have effectively escaped Foundation custody, have failed up to this point. Attempts at discovering any evidence of any additional anomalous effects related to their disappearance, or the exact wording and/or nature of the triggering SCP-5496 submission, are ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5498 is to remain suspended in opaque stasis gel, which is then stored within a dark containment locker, void of light.
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Description: SCP-5498 is a set of two ambulatory eyeballs with unknown thaumaturgic symbols tattooed on the sclera. SCP-5498 was capable of observing and transmitting both visual and audible data to PoI-0971 ("Masego Anavrin").
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Discovery
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SCP-5498 was discovered during a raid on an organization known as the Fifth Commune in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. At the time, SCP-5498 resided within Himani Patel's eye sockets1. Patel was a latent reality bender with strong connections to the Fifth Commune. It is speculated that she had intimate relationships with the Fifth Commune's leading figures, including PoI-0971. According to Foundation agents within the Fifth Commune, Patel was involved in an occult ritual at the time of the raid2.
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The raid inadvertently resulted in the destruction of the Fifth Commune, and several of its members and leadership figures were killed. Patel and the other survivors were interrogated and administered Type D amnestics. Patel, however, proved resistant to the amnestic treatment and was taken to Site-83 for further examination and medical treatment. SCP-5498 was discovered by Dr. Andrews following an ocular examination.
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Patel, who was unaware of these symbols, speculated that PoI-0971 might have been involved. By her account, PoI-0971 exhibited predatory behavior toward her during their time within the Fifth Commune3. Patel agreed to have SCP-5498 removed under the condition that the Foundation synthesize new eyes for her. Her request was denied, and SCP-5498 was removed after heavy sedation.
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A comprehensive list of letters sent by PoI-0971 to Himani Patel prior to their containment can be found below.
Over the course of twenty days PoI-0971 made several unsuccessful attempts at breaching Site-83. It was hypothesized that he was attempting to abduct Himoni Patel for currently unknown reasons.
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On February 10th, 2024, PoI-0971 managed to successfully enter Site-83 and eluded Foundation security for forty minutes before being apprehended just outside of Patel's containment suite. He was brought to Site-83's interrogation chamber and questioned by Dr. Andrews.
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Interviewer: Dr. Andrews
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Interviewed: PoI-0971
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Andrews: State your name for the record, please.
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PoI-0971: Does that really matter?
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Andrews: Answer the question, then we can continue.
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PoI-0971: Masego Anarvin, husband to Himani Anarvin. I'd like to see her, before you wipe my mind that is.
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Andrews: I'm afraid that won't be possible.
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PoI-0971: Why? Why not?
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Andrews: We have reason to believe that you are directly responsible for the creation of SCP-5498.
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PoI-0971: I was just looking out for my wife. Can't blame a husband for being concerned, can you? Just let me see her, I need to know if she's alright. The ritual could have been painful.
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Andrews: I think we both know that would be detrimental to Himani's mental health, wouldn't you agree?
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PoI-0971: No, no. I think a visit would be extremely helpful. You're keeping her somewhere dark, and quiet. And she's all alone. She's terrified… You have to take me to her. Now.
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Andrews: You are in no position to make demands, sir. We've removed SCP-5498 from Himani. You can't spy on her.
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PoI-0971: You did… what?
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Andrews: We've worked out how you managed to discover this location, but we haven't figured out why you've taken such an interest in Himani Patel. Can you elaborate?
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PoI-0971: I told you, she's my wife. My wife whom you've kidnapped and blinded for no goddamn reason!
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Andrews: Our records indicate that-
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PoI-0971: Your records are outdated.
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Andrews: I sincerely doubt that.
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PoI-0971: Are you calling me a liar?
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Andrews: I would never insinuate that, Mr. Anarvin.
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PoI-0971: Then what are you trying to say?
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Andrews: I was inquiring about your relationship with Himani.
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PoI-0971: Stop calling her that.
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Andrews: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Stop calling her what?
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PoI-0971: "Himani". It's Mrs. Anarvin to you. She's my wife. MINE. Don't talk about her like you know her. You don't know shit about her. You weren't a part of the Commune. You didn't watch over her when she went shopping with her friends or tried on clothes in the fitting room at Walmart. You weren't there for anything, never protected her, never saved her. Don't speak like you did.
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Andrews: My apologies.
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PoI-0971: It's fine, it's just… Himani's my everything. She grounds me, and I keep her out of trouble.
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Andrews: So you were like a guardian of sorts?
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PoI-0971: I shield her from everything. I know she appreciates it; the few times she caught me doing my job she smiled and waved at me. That's how she lets me know she loves me. ( He pauses ). She's naive. You've seen it for yourself I'm sure. She's nice. Too nice. A lot of guys think she's flirting with them.
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Andrews: What do you do to those men?
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PoI-0971: I saved her. I'm not a bad person.
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Andrews: What did you do?
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PoI-0971: Okay look, I never killed anyone. But they… ( He laughs ) The Commune put themselves in that situation, ya know? It's their fault they wound up like that.
PoI-0971 began experiencing emotional distress in his containment cell on February 14th, 2024. The following security footage was recovered after the incident:
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13:02: PoI-0971 is sitting in his cell.
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13:05: There is a slight tremor. PoI-0971 notices this but dismisses it.
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13:06: There is a second tremor. PoI-0971 gets up and requests to be let out.
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13:08: Cracks appear in the east-facing wall.
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13:13: An envelope manifests in between the cracks. PoI-0971 investigates.
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13:15: PoI-0971 opens the envelope and extracts a sheet of paper, presumably a letter. He reads it.
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13:16: After reading the letter, PoI-0971 exhibits extreme emotional distress and bangs on the containment chamber door repeatedly.
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13:17: A containment breach alarm is heard.
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13:18: A hand manifests from the floor and grips the east-facing wall. The hand ascends.
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13:20: Himani Patel's head emerges from the hole in the floor. She continues using the wall to ascend.
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13:21: PoI-0971 retreats from the containment chamber door, facing Patel. Patel approaches him.
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13:22: Patel vocalizes something that causes PoI-0971 to cover his eyes. He sits on the ground in the fetal position.
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13:21: Tentacle-like appendages emerge from Patel's back and attack PoI-0971 via bludgeoning. Blood is splattered against the walls and floor.
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13:25: PoI-0971 ceases to move. Patel extracts his eyes and heart before consuming them.
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13:26: Patel exits through the cracks in the wall.
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The following is the contents of the letter recovered from the containment chamber:
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I know you've been watching me, Masego. You had no idea what I was, or else why would you have starved me for so long? It's a misunderstanding that could have been fixed if you just talked to me, sweety.
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But I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you.
The following is a comprehensive list of letters from PoI-0971 that Himani Patel relinquished upon her arrival in Foundation custody.
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I've seen you almost every day at the Colonial4 and I wonder to myself "How can I approach you?". Every time I think about doing so, I am overcome with fear and anxiety. You looked so beautiful when you came into our dimension. I'll never understand why you hide those tattoos on your back.
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My shyness gets the better of me, you understand. Sometimes I sit in the booth behind you, thinking about what to say. Your hair smells so nice, and it distracts me a lot of the time. God, I wish I could talk to you.
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I saw the way you tore that policeman apart when he wrongfully gave you a parking ticket yesterday. Took him into an alley where no one would see. No one, but me that is. Were you putting on a show? I don't know what you did to him, but the mess you left behind… He must have been quite the asshole. I would never treat you that way.
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You walked outta there with that smile on your face. Do you think that your power gives you security?
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There was a man who was coming to approach you afterward. You didn't have time to change into new clothes yet, and the illusion spell covering up the body hadn't been fully cast yet. I saw you panic, Himani, and I did what any good boyfriend would do.
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You don't have to worry about that guy anymore.
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P.S. You really shouldn't shower with that Old Spice stuff. It's bad for your skin.
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Reverend Koin tells us that we should act like gods and take what we want. If only I had the courage to take you.
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That girl isn't right for you. I've seen the way she looks into your eyes. There's nothing there but insanity. She stares at you when you aren't looking. I've seen it in your peripherals. She's nothing more than a predator.
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My wife deserves better. You need me.
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Why are you doing this to me? Are you mad about that rando? Get over yourself, I'm trying to help you!
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What's Elizabeth got that I don't, huh? The Commune is dead now. We're all on the same level.
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She cheats on you, you know, with Brandon and Ginger. When you go to work, or on your walks, she'll call them up and they'll be at the house within the hour. I've seen them fuck. On your our bed. I've seen that bitch use your shower settings.
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I can make you happy, Himani. Give me a chance.
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I went to your apartment while you were at work. Took the liberty to clean up the huge mess you left behind, rid of the arms and legs, and cleaned up all the blood. Brandon and Ginger are… well, they aren't competing for your love anymore.
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The police shouldn't occupy you with their stupid questions now, my love.
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I realized the decision must have been hard on you. That's why I made it for you, as a good husband should.
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I love you, Himani Patel.
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You've captured my eyes, and taken my heart. I belong to you, now and forever.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-5507 is effectively self-containing and is unable to impact reality. However, as the origin of its anomalous manifestation is unknown, it still poses a level of risk, and all personnel are advised to be cautious when experimenting with SCP-5507's metaphysics.
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Description: SCP-5507's only defining characteristic2 is that of its SCP designation. In other words, SCP-5507 is only SCP-5507, displaying no other defining traits or signs of its existence. This identity of SCP-5507 is rigid, preventing other anomalies from being classified as such. It is theorized that SCP-5507 would functionally cease to exist if its classification were somehow revoked.
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As a result of this, SCP-5507 does not intersect with any known plane of reality, making the nature of its existence unclear.
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Discovery: SCP-5507's anomalous attributes were discovered on 01/██/2020 following the opening of Series VI, when researchers at Site-20 found themselves unable to classify an anomaly as SCP-5507. It is unknown when SCP-5507 had its 'pataphysical awakening, though it is believed to be either:
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Addendum 5507-1 - An Explanation of SCP-5507 by Foundation ‘Pataphysics Researcher Dr. O. Malloy:
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If you don’t completely understand what SCP-5507 is yet, don’t worry. It’s quite hard to define it using a completely formal tone. I am placing this document here in order to provide a more in-depth explanation regarding the nature of SCP-5507 in a more straight-forward way.
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First thing’s first, SCP-5507 is an entire entity. If it was just an inaccessible slot, then it wouldn’t be 'pataphysical. Not only is SCP-5507 this entity, but this entity is SCP-5507. For most SCPs, the -XXXX designation is just a way of efficiently ordering it; you wouldn’t consider it crucial to its identity. This is not the case for SCP-5507.
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Another common misconception about SCP-5507 relates to an object and its reference. An object is the physical (or not-so-physical) 'thing' that exists, while a reference is how we refer to the object, be it semantically or otherwise. The actual rug is the object, the word 'rug' is the reference. Some believe that, for SCP-5507, the SCP-5507 designation is both the object and the reference. This would mean a constant loop of designating upon designations, which would be a metaphysical nightmare.
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This is not the case. The object and the reference are completely seperate here; it's just that the object's only trait is that of its reference. It's a null object. Think of programming; we construct different classes (object), each with its own methods (traits). Humans can eat, walk, etcetera. Now imagine an object whose only method is being called by its reference, and nothing else. That's what SCP-5507 is.
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For a more scientific definition of SCP-5507’s location in the “Pata-verse”, we first have to define the term “Planes of Reality”, a term derived from study of SCP-3812, SCP-1304 and [DATA EXPUNGED], along with several other items. A plane of reality is not equivalent to a universe - some planes may contain several universes or perhaps several multiverses. Planes of reality exist on several levels, with each level containing potentially billions of these planes, growing exponentially the lower we go. For reference, we define our level as Level 0.
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SCP-5507 does indeed not exist on any of these fully-defined levels. So then how does it exist at all? Well, our current best theory is that the SCP Database acts as a level in between levels - a Level -0.5, if you will. The reason it isn’t Level -1 is that the database is not meant to exist as a completely new universe/narrative, but due to some way reality works, it still ended up detached from our world.
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Additionally, just because SCP-5507's sole defining trait is being SCP-5507 doesn’t mean that’s it’s only trait. To illustrate this, I will be using booleans (AND, OR, NOT), as even though they are not metaphysics, they are still a useful tool.
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Is it true that SCP-5507 is, say, a piece of birchwood? No, of course. But that doesn’t mean that it is not not a piece of birchwood too. Another common misconception about SCP-5507 is that not only is it not something, but it is also not not something as well. In other words, they believe that SCP-5507 exists unrelated to this birchwood-not birchwood dichotomy. If this birchwood problem was shown on a Venn Diagram, they believe SCP-5507 would be outside both being birchwood and not being birchwood, which would be worrisome as those probabilities equal 1 - a certainty. Luckily, SCP-5507 is not this complex - aside from its 'pataphysical abnormality, SCP-5507 behaves similarly to other entities, metaphysically speaking.
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Following use of a(n) [REDACTED], Dr. Malloy was able to test SCP-2719 on SCP-5507 in order to observe it’s reaction to physical attributes. Prior to this, Dr. Malloy's home had become the ‘inside’.
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Addendum 5507-3 - Excerpt from Characteristics and Their Relation with Existence by Senior Researcher Dr. Koschov ███ (9/17/20██):
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In the past few years, the Foundation’s understanding of the pataphysical nature of existence has come to focus on the idea that an entity’s attributes are a crucial part in how they not only continue to ‘be’, but also how they function. For example, if you are a human, then you have all of the functions that a human would have. If you are a bird, then you have the functions that come under what a bird would have.
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However, the last couple of months have brought upon a startling realization. While for a long time we believed that all entities had the underlying trait of simply existing, following the results of [REDACTED], it seems that is not the case. The only thing keeping us from slipping off of the face of existence is our character, who we are - specifically our broad strokes traits, like species, location, etc. Luckily, we have many defining characteristics that make falling off unlikely.
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Unfortunately, also in recent times, we now know of several anomalies capable of reconfiguring a person’s entire identity, personality, and overall metaphysical existence to a great degree. Due to our reliance on several defining characteristics, it is believed that a transformation of this degree would be metaphysically fatal. While a person’s physical body and brain may still be there, their previous ‘self’ wouldn’t. In truth, are you really the same person as you were when you were younger? If a retroactive anomaly wiped all records of your past actions, did they still happen?
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It is unknown what happens to entities when they cease to exist. It wouldn’t be the afterlife, as that isn’t even out of our plane of existence, much less the ‘'Pata-verse’. Nor would it be [REDACTED], as that is still within ‘being’.
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One question I have gotten is that if non-existence denies everything, then wouldn’t it also deny itself? This is a great question… (cont.)
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler J/M-CON is to monitor social media websites for reports of SCP-5522 advertisements, or mentions of SCP-5522-1, which are to be removed. SCP-5522-1's domain is to be artificially repressed by Foundation agents planted within world governments. SCP-5522-1's online traffic is to be monitored, with viewers having their internet speed throttled as to discourage continued viewing. If an individual successfully uses SCP-5522-1, they are to be apprehended and amnestized. Tracking of SCP-5522's infection rate is currently being monitored by Dr. Randall Bannock, who is to produce a detailed report of its contagion pattern monthly to help develop additional containment measures.
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Establishments discovered possessing SCP-5522 are to be purchased using Foundation assets, with former employees being administered targeted Class-C amnestics. Establishments are to then be condemned or remodeled and used as Foundation housing for field agents.
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Description: SCP-5522 is a metaphysical pathogen capable of infecting restaurants and other food service industries. SCP-5522's main vector for infection is "Delicious Dan's Delivery Speedrun [sic]", an anomalous website designed similarly to those used by third-party food delivery services (designated SCP-5522-1). The website features various slogans such as "100% Completion" and "Only RTA", although the meaning of these phrases is currently unknown. The website also boasts the promise that all food ordered through it will be received in a maximum of 30 minutes, or the delivery will be free of charge. All attempts to find the original owner of SCP-5522-1 have been met with failure, as all documentation has been registered under the name "Delicious Dan". All attempts by the Foundation to acquire or censor SCP-5522-1 have similarly failed.
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When SCP-5522-1 is used to order food from an establishment, that establishment becomes infected with SCP-5522. SCP-5522 will physically manifest as an advertisement campaign produced by the infected establishment in conjunction with SCP-5522-1. Advertisements often appear in the form of paper flyers and print ads, although television commercials and cross-brand sponsorship deals have been recorded. These advertisements make similar claims to those by SCP-5522-1, although offer it as a temporary offer with no concrete deadline. If advertisements are capable of reaching an uninfected establishment, it has a high probability of becoming another vector for SCP-5522.
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When SCP-5522-1 is used to order food from an SCP-5522 infected establishment, a Λ-Event will be triggered. These events are always accompanied by an immediate drop in ambient temporal stability. Λ-Events differ from normal deliveries by the method of transport utilized. Rather than using traditional means of transport such as a motorized vehicle, employees will enact various rituals resulting in their immediate spatial displacement.1 These rituals are often bizarre in nature, consisting of nonsensical movements and significant physical exertion, with employees preforming actions that would normally result in severe bodily injury. The contents of these rituals vary between Λ-Events, and are believed to correspond with the complexity of the order placed. Attempts to recreate these rituals outside of Λ-Events have universally failed to produce anomalous properties.
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Following displacement, the employee will arrive at their intended destination. No limit to the distance employees are able to be displaced has been found. Following the standard exchange of currency for the meal, the employee will become displaced once again, reappearing within the establishment. All individuals who have performed or observed Λ-Events have been unable to recognize their anomalous nature, although this does not apply to photographs or videos taken of Λ-Events, or individuals with prior knowledge of SCP-5522.
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Addendum.5522.1: Included below are notable Λ-Events recorded during Foundation testing. All recorded Λ-Events occurred within a former Spicy Cheese Pizzeria location following SCP-5522 infection. The restaurant was vacant save for D-Class staffing the location and security personnel. Orders were placed through SCP-5522-1 on a computer terminal within Site-66, with personnel observing the events through closed circuit cameras. For a full list of known Λ-Events, please see Document-5522-ICV.
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SCP-5522-1 Order: Small cheese pizza
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Following Λ-Event: Subject stood in the southwestern corner of the kitchen and performed a series of crouches and jumps. These actions were done in quick succession and seemingly at random. Occasionally, subject's limbs were observed passing through the surrounding building, with the limbs being slightly rebuffed and ejected from the wall. After several minutes, the subject suddenly passed through the kitchen floor unimpeded, completely vanishing. Subject arrived at Site-66 unharmed, but complained of aching legs.
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SCP-5522-1 Order: Medium pepperoni pizza, small order of wings
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Following Λ-Event: Subject stood on a cushioned chair, placed in front of the main entrance. Subject proceeded to jump upwards while holding the chair, then using the chair as a base to jump again. This was done using rapid minor changes in elevation, with the subject's jumps becoming blurred motion. Subject continued this action until they had reached the ceiling, upon which they released the chair and launched themselves upwards, passing through the obstruction. Subject arrived at Site-66 unharmed, although slightly fatigued.
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SCP-5522-1 Order: Medium Hawaiian pizza, two medium orders of mozzarella sticks
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Following Λ-Event: Subject collided with a freestanding table, pushing the object against the southernmost wall. Subject began walking against the obstruction, their feet moving unimpeded by friction. As the subject moved, the tabletop and center stand were observed to laterally bisect the subject's abdominal and pelvic regions. Subject then began to incrementally move themselves downwards through the tabletop and under the table. Once under the table, subject is believed to have passed through the floor, using the still intersected center stand to propel themselves downwards. Subject appeared at Site-66 unharmed, but complained of moderate fatigue.
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SCP-5522-1 Order: Large meat lover's pizza, two large orders of mozzarella sticks, medium order of breadsticks
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Following Λ-Event: Subject entered a crouched position, and began propelling themselves backwards, using their body weight to achieve minor momentum. Over several minutes, subject experienced a dramatic increase in velocity, hopping in a circular motion around the building's interior. This velocity was maintained by the subject jumping immediately upon contact with the ground. After enough momentum had been built, the subject ceased their circular trajectory, instead accelerating towards the southernmost wall before passing through it harmlessly. Subject appeared at Site-66 complaining of severe motion sickness.
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Addendum.5522.2: Following Level 4 approval, a test was conducted to determine whether a Λ-Event could be manually obstructed, resulting in a free delivery. D-30852 was outfitted with a remote shock collar, which would be intermittently activated by Site-66 personnel. Λ-Event proceeded as normal until the first electric shock was administered, upon which all active surveillance cameras ceased to function. After attempts to communicate with security personnel failed, Mobile Task Force Kappa-13 ("With Everything On It") were dispatched to investigate.
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On-scene personnel were discovered dead, showing signs of severe spatial distortion, such as elongated sections of skin, dislocation or relocation of limbs, and loss of cohesion. Corpse of D-30852 was unable to be located, although a large amount of ash present within the building was noted.2 During post-incident analysis, a pop-up notification was received from SCP-5522-1 that read as follows:
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User D-30852 has been banned from further participation: [Attempted TAS on secure server]
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The precise meaning of this message is currently under analysis.
Today marks another decade of the Foundation's service to humanity. Through the long years we've quietly protected the world from the shadows, we've been working at making it safer, easier, and more efficient to contain the anomalies that would otherwise wreak havoc on society. This decade has been a culmination of that work — ten years without a single containment breach, a single escaped anomaly, a single destroyed site. The Foundation is a machine dedicated to securing, containing, and protecting, and it's all thanks to you. The tireless researchers, agents, guards, workers — you have made this possible.
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Here's to another ten years.
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O5-01
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Disturbing Discovery
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My fellows,
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I have made a troubling discovery this evening. Please review the attached file and fly to Overwatch command immediately to discuss.
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Item #: SCP-5555
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The elevator leading to SCP-5555.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5555 is contained at its location of discovery.
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Description: SCP-5555 is a mass grave in the northwest corner of Overwatch Command's lowest subbasement that is filled with anomalous corpses. Although most of the bodies within SCP-5555 can be removed without incident, continued excavation of the grave will inevitably reveal further instances of the exhumed bodies. The age, depth, and source of the bodies within SCP-5555 are unknown. No records of SCP-5555 have been found within the Foundation's database, and the room allowing access to SCP-5555 is not present on any of Overwatch Command's blueprints.
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A male of unclear age and ethnicity. The body is perfectly preserved and shows no signs of injury, disease, or decomposition.
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Unclear.
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An unidentified corpse dressed in yellow. A burlap sack covers its head, tightened in place with a noose. Removing the sack and noose reveals an identical sack and noose beneath.
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Ligature strangulation.
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A middle-aged Alutiiq female with a skeleton comprised of ice. The ice does not melt regardless of temperature.
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Most likely shock, blood loss, or hypothermia.
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A male human corpse with over 80% of its internal organs replaced with sophisticated gear-driven mechanisms. These mechanisms continue to operate, resulting in post-mortem activity when sufficiently wound.
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Repeated extrusion of brass piston from left orbital socket, the result of a feedback loop caused by an operation that divides by zero.
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A black stone coffin. Attempts to open the coffin have been stymied by a force being exerted from within.
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An adolescent female of unknown ethnicity with dark blue skin and alopecia universalis (a medical condition characterized by lack of hair), with two severed hands grasping its throat.
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Strangulation.
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A white teenage girl whose eyes have been gouged out.
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Skull fracture caused by pressure applied to the ocular orbits.
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At 0500 hours this morning, 15 sites received orders signed by you to transfer several of their more notable anomalies to a new site in the Siberian tundra. The coordinates directed them to Overwatch Command. If it was possible to fake your authorization, I'm sure someone would have done it by now, so what the hell is this? I'm worried. What are you planning? Respond ASAP, please.
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WSJ.
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The Wall Street Journal Magazine
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ANDERSON ROBOTICS STOCKS TANK
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If you're reading this, you must be the new Overseer 1. My name is Everett Mann. I was your predecessor until I was blackballed by the Administrator, Francis Fritzwilliams. He preferred to be called Fritz by his friends. Until I was burned, I thought I was one of them.
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+I wish I could give you more details at the moment. Unfortunately, all I know is that he transferred over a hundred anomalies to Overwatch Command. Then he framed me for an elaborate plot to kill the other Overseers — my friends.
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+I'm on the run, so I can't teach you as much as my predecessor taught me. I'll send you as many logs as I can. Don't focus on how they're getting to you, just what's inside them. Fritz undoubtedly has you on a screw-tight leash, but our duty is still to protect the world. You'll have to kill him to save the Foundation. Then you can get back to saving mankind.
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+Despite his myriad failings, Fritz always had a talent for delegation. You are an Overseer. And that means you have the wisdom to make plans, the cunning and tenacity to see them through, and the paranoia to ensure that they can't be traced back to you. More than that, you still have the drive to do the right thing.
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+But I'm getting ahead of myself. It won't do you any good to run out and get yourself killed. Before you even think of raising a hand against him, you'll need three key things: a lair, escape plans, and safehouses.
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+Your lair is your first line of defense. Stock it with guards and line it with traps so that when Fritz comes you'll have time to get away. In fact, ignore the guards. Traps only betray you if you're stupid enough to fall into them. When Fritz first burned me, he sent his own death squad to my door. I should've been easy prey — a hermit who'd holed up in an Arctic shack for nearly thirty years at that point. My Factotums did everything short of shit for me. Do you still call them that? They were our body doubles. The people who looked, spoke, sounded like us — who acted and died for us. I imagine you do.
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+My point is, I spent all my time making decisions and then smoking the memory of those decisions away. When Fritz came for me, I barely remembered how to hold a gun or even how to throw a punch. But I often read "The Most Dangerous Game", and it inspired me to rig the entrance to my lair with Malay man-catchers and Burmese tiger pits. These were crude and simple traps — so simple that every man on that death squad fell for one. It gave me the time I needed to escape.
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+Escape plans are the second piece of the puzzle. Be ready to exfiltrate anytime and anywhere, be it the toilet or mid-meeting. Have fake escape plans to share with your closest friends. Stress the importance of keeping them quiet. Those are the ones that will be given to Fritz first. Your plans to escape your lair are more important than your lair itself. I escaped through a secret tunnel, so Fritz will probably be wise to those. I apologize for that. Drill some anyways. Use them as red herrings. Maybe teleportation is mundane in your time. If not, find some SCPs that let you teleport. Fast.
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+From this point on, safehouses will be your only refuge. Plan for the end of the world. Establish lots of them, stocked with as many supplies as you can get your hands on — anomalous or not. Have fake safehouses. Steal anomalies that can get you to your safehouses. At any and every Foundation site, have a mole in place you can contact. Have two or three or four if you can. If you can't trust them, blackmail them. As one of the secret rulers of the world, you have every resource that you could possibly dream of. Use them proactively — but discreetly!
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+I was lucky enough to download the contents of Fritz's email box and nab a cap that made me practically invisible, but unlucky enough to have trusted him with most all of my other failsafes. Learn from my mistakes and make your own luck. Take what you can. If you succeed, you can always put it back.
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+This task must seem daunting. Your enemy has the entire Foundation behind him, and maybe the entire rest of the anomalous community as well. I wish I could offer you reassurance or moral fortitude but I can't. I can only tell you that if you've become an Overseer then you are indeed the most qualified for the job. That knowledge carried me through my darkest moments. I hope it helps you.
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It's Time!
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+Well played, Fritz! Masterfully done as always! I was hoping I could win this time, but my Builder Bullies were just slow as molasses when it came to building the Wondermaker™. It's a shame, really. Can you imagine the world all painted up with every man, woman, and child smiling the most Wondertastic™ smile they could smile? The Little Misters™, Live in Concert in New York? Oh it would have been delightful! But alas, you won, and I am but a sore loser.
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Anywho~, the Robodudes™ should be done razing Wonder World™ before the end of the month, meaning I still have plenty of time to get you and the others some souvenirs. If I remember correctly, Bumaro wants some Choco-Wonder Explosion Marshmallow Bites!™ and Jude wanted a Mr. Fish figurine. Is there any toy you wanted or is that boy good enough for you, Fritz?
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I kid!
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By the by—could you be a pal and send a copy of the file my way? I seem to have misplaced mine, unfortunately, and I'd really appreciate it. I know email is faster but I do love the physicality of these things. It's just so much more fun to hold it in your hands!
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+Dr. H. L. Wondertainment
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Deer College Odyssey
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The Buck Stops Here
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FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 2006
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I beg your patience for some of my stylistic flourishes; reading and writing are the only things I have to distract from the crushing weight of this responsibility. So let's move on. By now, you're almost certainly holed up in a safe house somewhere and trying to determine your next move. KILL THE ADMINISTRATOR: a laudable goal, but how do you get from here to there?
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+Before I was an overseer, I was a silencer: a member of a highly clandestine Foundation task force tasked with eliminating the leadership of the Chaos Insurgency. In the process, Fritz and I developed an eminently effective set of rules for carrying out this task. Rather ironic that we're going to use it against him.
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+The first and most important rule of silencing is to ask the right questions. As Sun Tzu put it, know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster. However, Sun Tzu certainly did not have listening devices or email logins or any of the glut of tools available to your disposal. Your problem is almost certainly not knowing your enemy — it's knowing too much. Just ask the five W's about your enemy: who, what, where, when, and why? Then solve them.
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+With these questions in mind, I started digging through Fritz's email and found the attached message from Doctor Wondertainment. Whatever Fritz's plan is, the secret rulers of the entire anomalous world are conspirators within it. Unfortunately, Fritz chose to send the file as regular mail rather than email. Given its significance, I decided to go to Wonder World to retrieve it.
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+Maybe you think I should try to assassinate Wondertainment. That's understandable. Fritz would've made you play chess with him once a fortnight. So you almost certainly think that this is like a game of chess. You have to checkmate the king, but first remove the pieces around him. Pick off his pieces one-by-one. Play dirty.
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+Maybe that will work for you. Maybe you have an army of laser death satellites at your disposal. I'm just an old man with an invisibility cap who has to pick his battles. In all my years as an Overseer, all I ever learned about the Doctor was her infinite caprice and malice. Better simply to know what she does and let her squabble with Fritz about it.
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+Wondertainment's base of operations is Wonder World: a pocket dimension that houses her factories and corporate headquarters. But in the decades that we've known about it, we only ever sent a single task force inside. The longer a person stays inside, the more they change — mutating and becoming something other than human. I'll have to work quickly.
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The second rule of silencing is to keep your eyes and ears open but your mouth closed. There is a portal into Wonder World on the corner of Birch Road and Loring Road at Chelsea Point. It is opened by ripping the heads off of a G.I. Joe and Barbie doll simultaneously, then tossing them into the trash can in the alley at the intersection aforementioned roads. It took me weeks to find, lurking around the city with little more than a jacket and flask to warm me while trying to suss out the Doctor's men from the blue-collars. But it paid off. Despite the chill, it feels good to be out in the field again.
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+The portal at Chelsea Point deposited me approximately 1.5 kilometers east of the Doctor's base of operations: the so-called Wonder Tower. Boston is a miserable city, with miserable roads and miserable people and miserable freezing chills. But its natural misery is infinitely preferable to Wonder World's facade of happiness. That place had no sun, only a tambourine drum hanging in a purple sky. Its buildings were stripped from the nightmares of Dali and Escher, possibly literally. Still, the city thrummed with a distinctly urban energy that not even the Doctor could cover in sugar. It's an energy I'd almost forgotten after being away from civilization so long.
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+Wonder Tower itself is a monument to the Doctor's hubris — an ugly purple spire that dominates the skyline, with massive steps leading into an equally massive lobby. Having relied on my cap to shield me for most of the day, I crossed the lobby and asked the secretary for keycard access to the Doctor's private office. She handed it off and told me in the same breath that the Doctor was out of the office.
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+The third rule of silencing is to be patient. I should have waited and established a schedule of the Doctor's comings and goings. But I was complacent. Age had atrophied my skills, and the cap barely covered those deficiencies. I let haste overcome my better judgment — and it nearly killed me.
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[Camera sweeps to elevator. As elevator doors open, camera feed rapidly deteriorates in quality, becoming grainy and unfocused. Despite this, portions of the feed are still visible. A hazy and indistinct figure exits the elevator and rushes out of the camera's sight. Camera sweeps to office door. Figure is hunched over the doorknob, and remains so for the next 49 seconds before the door opens and the figure enters the office. Camera quality improves.]
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[Camera sweeps to door. Camera feed deteriorates similar to Camera 13; the figure dashes across the plush carpet to the large mahogany desk. The figure stops at the painting of Charles Wondertainment IV and shakes its head before returning to the desk. Figure rifles through the drawers for several minutes before extracting a manilla folder. Figure proceeds to begin typing on the computer on the desk.]
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[Camera sweeps to elevator. Holly Wondertainment exits the elevator and briskly walks to the office door before shutting and locking it behind her.]
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MANN: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…
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HOLLY: MANNY! Long time no see, darling!
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[Heavy object dropping to floor.]
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HOLLY: So glad you've made yourself comfortable! I was just coming up to greet you!
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HOLLY:[Giggling.] Since when are you Batman? I think all those years in the North have put you out of practice. I'm not a pretty little airhead you can scare, honey.
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[Sloshing noise. Camera feed indicates Wondertainment draws and raises a large Super Squirter brand water gun, aiming at Mann.]
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[Pistol cock, fire. Desk flips, crushing Mic 4.]
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[Camera sweeps to desk. Wondertainment is holding a large Super Squirter and advancing on the flipped desk. Figure is huddled behind it, repeatedly peeking out to fire a pistol. Wondertainment returns fire with the water gun, hitting the desk and causing it to melt and smoke at the point of impact. Figure reloads before leaping out from behind the desk and firing six rounds into Wondertainment's torso. Wondertainment falls backward. A large red stain spreads across her coat.]
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[Figure approaches Wondertainment, but does not reload. As the figure nears, Wondertainment draws a Whoopee cushion from her coat and throws it at them. It collides with their chest and violently explodes, knocking the figure against the wall. A flaming scrap lands on a nearby bookshelf, setting it alight.]
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[Wondertainment slowly rises to her feet, limping toward the figure. She unties her necktie and begins fashioning a makeshift garrote as she walks. Suddenly, the figure pushes off the wall and rushes Wondertainment, catching her in the stomach and pushing her to the ground. The fire spreads across the walls and drapes, quickly covering the office.]
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[Both struggle as the office burns before Wondertainment overpowers the figure and straddles their chest while repeatedly punching their face, visibly laughing. Figure flips Wondertainment onto the floor and knees Wondertainment's sternum before reaching for the fallen Super Squirter. Figure unscrews the cap and overturns it, dumping the acid solution onto her face. Figure holds Wondertainment as she screams and struggles for a few seconds before going limp. Rolling off, the figure notices the camera before shooting it. Camera feed terminated.]
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Special Containment Procedures: Upon completion of the turnover and the re-establishment of the façade, SCP-5555 is to be sealed over with concrete. No anomaly will ever visit SCP-5555 more than once in their lifetime.
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Description: SCP-5555 is a massive pit located on Sublevel 27 of Overwatch Command. When a cataloged SCP willingly enters SCP-5555, it will die. Its skills, personality, and anomalous attributes will be slightly modified and reassigned to a new instance, which will instantaneously manifest near the location of the SCP's initial discovery. These properties make it crucial to the successful progression from each round to the next.
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At this time, the previous round has ended, and a preparation period has begun. All personnel are asked to comply with SCP-5555 directions as assigned.
Convinced him the vial I had was a vital component to his cure and threw it into the pit. He went tumbling after.
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Scouts have confirmed the presence of a black-robed entity in Montauban, France, apparently able to kill via touch. The new plague-doctor mask looks a hell of a lot better than the gas mask.
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Reports have come in from indigenous tribes about an enraged tattooed warrior spirit in upper Mongolia. Seems he ditched the guns for swords this time around — hopefully he'll be easier to capture.
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The replacement appeared in a Kyoto art exhibit and caused 23 civilian deaths before being contained. It's in a shipping container under Site-19. It's made out of concrete now, which made moving it a pain in the ass.
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Wondertainment was dead when we dropped by, so we asked Thomas to repair the chair while he regenerated.
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Jason jumped in the moment we told him he'd die for good. He seemed glad to go.
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The jewel has reappeared in the form of an amulet. It has been locked it up in some box and left in Site-19's basement. I pity whoever comes across it.
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+What can I say but 'bravo'?
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The sheer rush of adrenaline from knowing that someone is out there trying to end my life… by God, it makes me feel alive. Holly and Bumaro are clutching their pearls at this development, but I speak for more than just myself when I say that this is the perfect addition to our game. I can definitely see why you've taken an interest in this Mann character.
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Bravo, Fritz, bravo.
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+See you soon,
+D.C. Al Fine.
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Some of the others and I got to talking, and we all think you've gone too far. We agreed to let you try and spice up the game last time, but straight up murdering one of us wasn't part of the deal. Not only is dying really unpleasant (as Holly was sure to let me know when she woke up), but adding a rogue element after achieving your winstate feels like you taking a victory lap all over us. In short, it's not fun.
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+Blessed be Mekhane, for she makes us Whole.
+Robert Bumaro, High Priest, The Forger of God, The Messiah
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+That shit was fucked, dude.
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Bennett Lake mysteriously turns red!
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Wondertainment got the drop on me and I had to kill her. Worse, she ruined the cap; it barely stayed intact long enough for me to get out of her tower. I thought I'd be gunned down on her technicolor streets before I got away. Only upside of the clusterfuck is I got the file. Even managed to steal some of her personal playthings, like exploding whoopee cushions and a squirt gun full of acid. Fourth rule of silencing: be resourceful.
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+The file is 5555, but not the one either of us knew; it's far worse. And that's without the implications of WHAT things are being rolled into this pit. Take the Seed. Assuming they mean SCP-3179, that came from outer space. Hell, I was there when the Cogwork Orthodoxy handed the thing off to us. Fritz and his friends must have been planning this for decades — or god forbid, centuries. I don't even think 006 provides that kind of longevity.
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+Fifth rule of silencing: prioritize. Sixth rule: cut the head off the snake. The file being labeled SCP-5555 means Fritz is the true leader of the conspiracy. He needs to be eliminated ASAP. Then we can figure out how badly he compromised the Foundation (and GOIs, for whatever value of compromised).
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+You need to pass the file to every Overseer and member of Senior Staff you can contact; I'm sure they have enough initiative to raise hell of their own. If the file's accurate, Bumaro is in England. I might be able to wring Fritz's location out of him. Then I'm going to burn Fritz alive. It's a long shot, but it's all we have.
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+The skills needed to succeed in this line of work are like riding a bike. Age may have dulled them, but I still possess them — and my run-in with Wondertainment has sharpened them. Still, I mustn't let overconfidence replace age. My whole body hurts like hell and her lesson cost me my cap. The conspirators will certainly be on their guards from now on. If I want to stay in the game, I'll need to dredge up every last trick from my youth.
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+You too. Stay frosty. And good luck.
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+To do: Stay alive.
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Fritz must have warned the conspirators about me. I flew to Paris and took the Chunnel train from there, but men from the Cogwork Orthodoxy shut the train down at the bottom of the damn sea. They posed as immigration inspectors trying to catch illegal immigrants from Calais, but I recognized the unmistakable ticking of their clockwork limbs. Dunno how the hell they knew where I'd be.
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+I got lucky. I was in a private berth so I shot out the window. The Cogworks heard the sounds and assumed I'd fled out the window… but I was actually hiding in the luggage compartment. They climbed out the window in pursuit, and eventually the train started moving again. I had to steal some clothes from a sleeping mime artist. I slathered on his makeup, donned his ridiculous striped outfit, and prayed that it wouldn't be raining.
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+Seventh rule of silencing: the more your disguise stands out, the less you stand out. Dover is crawling with Cogworks, none of whom spared more than a glance at the sloppily-put-together mime tip-toeing through the city. I've never seen this many of them out in the open at once. Fritz's end-game must be coming soon if Bumaro is willing to throw caution to the wind like this.
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Bumaro finally came out after ten days. He exited the spire just after dawn, peeked at one of the craters, and then immediately retreated back inside. Whatever the Cogworks have been doing in the crater, it's nearing its conclusion. There's fewer and fewer of them every day and I've noticed holes in the guard shifts.
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[Sounds of clockwork ticking, interspersed with occasional leaves rustling, for eight minutes and twelve seconds. The clockwork ticking fades into the distance, and the leaves rustle again. Muffled explosion, followed by shouts. Sound of heavy breathing, then a door opening and quickly shutting and several locks ratcheting into position. Boots hitting metal repeatedly, then another door opening.]
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MANN: Oh, motherfuck-
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VOICE 1:[From overhead] Ah! Look who's decided to finally show up.
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[Computer identifies VOICE 1 as PoI-827, HERMAN FULLER.]
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MANN: Herman. Should've known you'd be behind the tacky setup.
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FULLER: You might want to try reconsidering getting on my bad side, chum. You're not exactly in a position to be insulting people anymore.
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MANN: Where's Bumaro?
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FULLER: Useless lump is probably in the back. You simply wouldn't believe the amount of bitching and moaning I've had to deal with from that palooka. Mann this, Fritz that. Ugh. ROBBY!
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[Computer identifies VOICE 2 as PoI-096, ROBERT BUMARO.]
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FULLER: Yeah I got him, you limp-dick.
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BUMARO: This would've been easier if we just used the cogwor-
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FULLER: Close your head, you boob. I swear, no balls on this guy. So, Manny. You of all people, falling into the oldest trap of all. Funny, ain't it?
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MANN: For a certain definition of funny. So could you please get the gun out of my fa-
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FULLER: Uh, uh, uh. How stupid you think I am? I saw what you did to Holly, that crazy broad. You're not moving from that spot.
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BUMARO: If he's so dangerous, just blow his head off!
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FULLER: Bobby, you have no appreciation for style. Why would I bump him already?
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BUMARO: Why would you keep him alive?!
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FULLER: This cat has worked alongside Fritz for decades, Robby! Do you realize what kind of advantage this could give us next round? Insider know-how on how he operates, plays, everything! You really don't want that?
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FULLER: You wanna be Fritz' bitch for another lifetime? Cuz I sure as fuck don't. So shut up before you get clipped.
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BUMARO: You used me, I deserve a say-
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FULLER: You deserve to do the dance, and fuck all else. Now- Mister Everett Mann, Overseer One, Oh-Five Uno… what can you tell me about the man you call Francis Fritzwilliams?
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FULLER: All you need to know is that you're gonna tell me everything you know about Fritz, unless you wanna get popped. Capiche?
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FULLER: Oh, look who's all interested now. But he's right.
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FULLER: Oh, he didn't mean that. You gotta have known that, at least. If the cat wants someone dead, that motherfucker is gonna be sleeping it off in a wooden kimono.
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[Computer identifies VOICE 3 as Foundation Administrator, FRANCIS FRITZWILLIAMS.]
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MANN: Fritz.
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FRITZWILLIAMS: Hey, Rhett. Sorry 'bout the radio silence, been a bit busy cleaning up after my associates. Hope it didn't hurt too much.
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MANN: Wasn't too bad compared to the assassination teams.
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FRITZWILLIAMS: I bet, I bet. You ain't lost your touch. That stuff with Wondertainment, real fine stuff. Beautifully gory. Shuttin' her mouth fer' more then five minutes is an achievement.
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MANN: Don't remember you being this gleeful about violence.
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FRITZWILLIAMS: Mmm. Well, th' field changes us all, don't it? Anyway, gents, I'm here to take Mr. Mann into my custody.
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FRITZWILLIAMS: Sure did, and kudos on tha', haha. He's a wily one. But winning comes with certain, ah, privileges. Such as the snipers in the rafters aiming at both yer heads.
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FRITZWILLIAMS: Oh, fer sure. But it'll git' you down long 'nuff for me and Rhett here to take our leave. So we can do this th' easy way or th' hard way. Pick yer path, gents.
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[Shotgun pump and discharge. Exchange of gunfire, followed by indistinct shouting. Metal hitting flesh, and an ensuing scream, and the sound of someone hitting the ground. A body being dragged, continuing gunfire. After a minute and 57 seconds, gunfire ceases. Heavy breathing is audible.]
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+I woke up in a bed with a migraine. My back hurt and my shoulders hurt and I ached all over. But I was also bandaged up. I was in a square room, with featureless sheetrock walls and carpet flooring. There was a dresser on the right with water and Tylenol.
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+Fritz left a note for me in the living room, and an updated copy of the file.
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Hey Rhett,
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+Sorry I couldn't stay. You were pretty conked out when I patched you up and I had some errands to run. The Critic's in Toronto shutting that whole scene down. He likes to hang out near Graffiti Alley. Your plane leaves tonight. My old jacket's by the door; told her you'd be taking her out. She's got a wallet with your tickets and some other stuff you might need. I know your run-in with Herman and Bobby might have you a bit rattled, but shake it off. You've got a world to save and Foundation to avenge.
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+Love,
+Fritz
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+P.S. Great work with those notes. Glad you still remember my lessons.
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5/5555 LEVEL 5/5555
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CLASSIFIED
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Item #: SCP-5555
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Safe
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The elevator leading to SCP-5555.
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Special Containment Procedures: Upon completion of the turnover and the re-establishment of the façade, SCP-5555 is to be sealed over with concrete. No anomaly will ever visit SCP-5555 more than once in their lifetime.
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SCP-5555 is not to be discussed outside of preparation periods.
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Description: SCP-5555 is a massive pit located on Sublevel 27 of Overwatch Command. When a cataloged SCP willingly enters SCP-5555, it will die. Its skills, personality, and anomalous attributes will be slightly modified and reassigned to a new instance, which will instantaneously manifest near the location of the SCP's initial discovery. These properties make it crucial to the successful progression from each round to the next.
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SCP-5555 is accessible only by a single cargo elevator. Neither Sublevel 27 nor SCP-5555 are marked on any blueprints of Overwatch Command. The age, depth, and origin of SCP-5555 are indeterminable and irrelevant.
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At this time, the previous round has ended, and a preparation period has begun. All personnel are asked to comply with SCP-5555 directions as assigned.
The current holder of the position is married and fathered a child. The intended replacement is a highly driven PhD, who shows little evidence of repeating this pattern.
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Research and Development Head
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Kain Pathos Crow
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Research prodigy. Has projects in robotics, biochemistry, paratechnology, history, and anything else he could possibly learn. He's the only man right for the job.
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Classification Committee Head
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Jean Karlyle Aktus
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Expert in security and has limited, non-veil experience with the paranormal. His health conditions are unfortunate but may prove to be excellent leverage.
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Department of Applied Influence Head
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Alto Clef
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Former gock — I've had my eyes on him this whole round, and I don't think anyone will notice if I squirrel him away for whoever plays Administrator next. He could be their best man, or go ballistic and wreck a few sites. Maybe I should start a betting pool.
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Site-19 Director
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Tilda Moose
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Operative of the Hand, type-blue, quite experienced with thaumaturgy and other magic bullshit. I think having them contain other anomalies will be a delicious stroke of irony.
I entered the Pit for old times' sake, but it's rather an exercise in futility, no?
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The Foundation you knew is gone.
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O5s 12 through 2
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One cyanide pill each. 5, 9, and 12 went without a struggle.
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Took care of that myself.
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O5-1
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We bonded.
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Now get a move on, son.
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Damn me for a fool. The Foundation's rotten to the core, and I have no idea how long this has been happening. Maybe if I'd been more proactive. Left the Arctic once in a while. Maybe I would have noticed something sooner. Done something before.
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+I still don't understand why he saved me. Maybe he thinks I'm more useful taking out his former allies. Whatever game he's playing has come to its end, so he has no more need for them.
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+But two can play this game. Fritz taught me how to kill Chaos Insurgents — and they wanted to be a Foundation. He taught me everything I need to topple his empire to the ground.
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+I'm not an Overseer anymore. I'm a silencer. Thanks for the wakeup call, Fritz. I'm excited to get back to work.
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+To do: Destroy the Foundation.
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From:
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administrator@site01.scp.int
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To:
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Cycle (Group)
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CC:
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Regarding Recent Events
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Date:
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01/02/06
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I'm sure you're all wondering why and I'm even more sure a few of you have very choice words for me right now, but allow me to explain.
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I am not betraying you, nor am I 'taking a victory lap' as Bobby put it. I am merely attempting to show off what my suggested addition can do. I'm sure I speak for most of us when I say the cleanup before beginning anew is the dullest element of our little game, so are you really going to get testy with me for trying to make things fun again? Besides, just look at what he's managed so far. This is because I took the time to shape him, mold him, and craft him into the perfect variable to our game.
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And hey, he's also pretty funny once you get to know him.
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Yours,
+Fritz
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From:
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the-critic@awcy.int
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What the hell?
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05/02/06
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Imagine my surprise as I open the door of my studio and get assaulted in broad daylight by none other than your very own Mann boy.
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He turned the goddamn sidewalk into a Pollock using my own blood and nearly ripped off my arms. My head was still reeling from the curbstomps after I woke up in my new body. All for some intel on where you were. I was ambivalent about your experiment at first, but now I have some critique to offer: In short, that wasn't very cool.
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+Yours,
+The Critic
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😩
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From:
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bluntfiend@gaw.fuckyou.int
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To:
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administrator@site01.scp.int
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Re:
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This shit
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Yo,
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+Pretty wild how your boy is out there just blowing up your spaceships. I thought you had this guy under control, lol. You should probably do something about it. Or don't. I'm not your dad.
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+- JK (BF)
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From:
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alfine@command.goc.int
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To:
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administrator@site01.scp.int
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Just Checking
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Date:
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10/02/06
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+Fritz,
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Just so we're clear, I didn't blow up your sites. That kind of skullduggery is so beneath me. I had my remaining intel guys look into it, and it's your boy, Mann. He was spotted at 0300 hours last night exiting Site-81 by helicopter minutes before the on-site nukes went off. Makes me wish he'd gone after me. Would've loved to see that. Speaking of which, see you soon.
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Either way, I just figured you'd like confirmation. I'm not a sore loser.
It would be to your interest to know that your preferred toy has assaulted Carter and Dark in an attempt to locate you. They survived, but Carter was nearly liquified and Dark wants to know if Mann can do it again. Unfortunately, I was too busy using our lounge's faculties during the attack, and as such, am unscathed. I have taken it upon myself to reunite with the two of them at the point of origin.
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+I will see you soon.
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Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP
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From:
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maria_jones@scp.raisa.int
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To:
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administrator@site01.scp.in
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Break-In
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Date:
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16/02/06
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Mr. Fritzwilliams,
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I regret to inform you that our progress on EL-028-1125 has been set back severely. An unknown individual infiltrated Site-19 at about 0100 hours last night and proceeded to destroy the AIC server farm using a blunt instrument before detonating an IED within the main frame. Needless to say, Hatbot will be down for the forseeable future and the Applied Force Division is currently investigating the break-in.
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I will report to you as soon as an update is made available.
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Maria Jones
+RAISA
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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From:
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alto_clef@scp.int
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To:
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administrator@site01.scp.in
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Break-In
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Date:
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21/02/06
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Fritz,
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I don't know who the hell you pissed off, but I'll be goddamned. That son of a bitch sneaked into Site-67 without anybody noticing. Site Sixty-Fucking-Seven. I can't take a shit without everyone in the security booth knowing I'm taking the Browns to the Super Bowl. How the hell does someone get in here and hold senior staff hostage like that? Why was he asking for you by name? Moreover, how did he get away?
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Something is going on here, and seeing as I lost a tooth for your sake, I feel I'm owed an explanation.
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Doctor A. Clef
+Secure, Contain, Protect
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CAMERA VIEW OFF, AUDIO ON
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INDIVIDUAL: This thing on? Where's the damn power button? Hey, how do you turn this thing on?
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UNKNOWN:muffled, inaudible noises
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INDIVIDUAL: Here, I'll untie that, tell me how your camera works.
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sounds of cloth
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DR. SIMON GLASS: HELP! GUARDS! HELP! SECURITY! SECURITY!
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INDIVIDUAL: Oh for… where the hell did I put my earmuffs…
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Gunshot, followed by screaming and sounds of flesh striking flesh.
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INDIVIDUAL: Shut up for a moment. How do you turn this fucking thing on?
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GLASS: Right button, fucking Christ! Hold the right button down for two seconds. Owwwowoohhaaaa… fucking hell!
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CAMERA VIEW ON, AUDIO ON
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Individual is leaning over camera, possibly looking at its screen. After a moment, they step back. The individual is wearing a large military greatcoat (identified as SCP-262) and earmuffs. but their face is otherwise concealed. Next to them is Simon Glass, tied to a chair. There is a gunshot wound in his right knee. The room is seen to be Simon Glass's office, which is in extreme disarray.
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INDIVIDUAL: Could've saved us a lot of trouble if you'd just told me that in the first place.
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Several arms emerge from the individual's coat and tie the gag around Glass's mouth. The individual looks back at the camera.
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Individual: Call me Everett Mann. I'm the bastard been blowing up your sites and beating up your people. I've got a message for your Administrator.
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There is a pause.
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MANN: Fritz, I'm tired of hunting you down and wrecking your business. Stop putting me through the wringer half the time and patronizing me the other half. I got through site security just by stealing an ID badge and holding a clipboard. You didn't even bother to change the damn [REDACTED]!
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Mann points to Dr. Glass with the gun.
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MANN: Where'd you dig him out of? He won't tell me a thing. I had to shoot him just to learn how to turn this damn camera on!
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Mann turns and looks at Glass briefly. He hands the gun to his coat, which then shoots Glass in his other kneecap. Glass's screams are muffled. After a moment, the coat removes Glass's gag.
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MANN: Where the hell'd you come from?
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GLASS:Ahhhhrrrrrggh! Fuck! Detroit! I'm from Detroit! Mother of God, what do you want?!
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MANN: That's not my question. Where did Fritz get you from?
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GLASS: I don't… I wasn't hired by him! I got hired by someone in HR! They're not even alive any more!
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Mann's coat shoots Glass in his groin, holding a cougar paw over his mouth to muffle his screams.
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MANN: Where the hell are you getting these people? How the hell long has this been happening? And that's the least of my questions.
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GLASS:[through the paw] Please! Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts… hhh, please let me go!
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MANN:[To Glass:] Shut up. [To the camera:] What is this pit of yours? What is your conspiracy trying to approve? Why the hell would you try to kill me and then save me? [gesturing to Glass] I deserve some answers and I'm sick of being run ragged to get them.
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Mann shoots Glass twice in the chest.
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MANN: I'm coming home, old man. I'll see you in two days.
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MANN: I'm thinking pork chops for dinner.
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The lights were on, but nobody was home at Overwatch Command. The base's layout was elegant in its simplicity: a fourteen-spoked wheel, with the access elevator in its center. All but two of the spokes contained an Overseer's private office; the odd ones out contained the Administrator's office and what used to be Mann's.
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+Mann didn't bother checking his former colleagues' offices. There was nothing there for him. Nor did he bother looking in his room. He made a beeline for the Administrator's office and waited expectantly for the door.
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The door opened a moment later to reveal a suburban American home. In front of Mann lay a combination kitchen and dining room, with a small living room off to the right. Fritz was mashing potatoes in a bowl while the smell of pork chops wafted from the stove to his right.
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+"Grab a couple beers from th' fridge," he said without turning around.
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Mann stepped into the room and looked around briefly, then set his gun on the countertop. He opened the fridge on Fritz's left and inspected the bottles on the bottom shelf.
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"Erdinger?" he said with a frustrated click.
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"Finest table beer on th' planet," Fritz said.
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"You don't even have Guinness?"
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"No dice. That stuff'll kill ya, y'know."
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"I rely on it," Mann said. He retrieved two bottles, sat one on the table, and used the table's edge to open the other. A few minutes later, Fritz set down two plates laden with pork chops and mashed potatoes.
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Mann squirted hot sauce across the meal, then stuffed half a chop into his mouth and filled what little space remained with mashed potato.
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"Don' eat like a savage," Fritz said.
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Mann waved the knife in his face and swallowed. "I will eat… however… I damn well please. You ain't my daddy."
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"I sure as hell became it." Fritz sliced a chunk out of his own pork chops, slowly chewed it, then swallowed. "Binna while since we ate together, eh?"
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+"What'd you do with this place?" Mann said.
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"Executive desks just ain't my style and the cold weren't doin' me no good. Figured I'd turn th' place into a little home away from home. Can't open th' windows, but th' weather's sure beautiful. I kept invitin' ya down here but y'were too scared t'leave that shack of yours."
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"Speaking of my shack, what's this really about, old man?" Mann said through another mouthful of food. He took a long swig from his beer.
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"Yer no spring chicken yourself," Fritz said.
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"Shut up and answer my questions."
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"Tell you what." Fritz sipped from his beer. "Why don't we play a game?"
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"Enough of your — " Mann paused, clenched his fist, then sighed. "Fine."
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"Th' game is simplicity itself. We each get to ask th' other three questions, and we have to answer truthfully with a short, medium, or long answer. You can only pick each type once."
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Mann drained his bottle and stared at it.
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"I'll even sweeten th' pot," Fritz said. From a cupboard above the fridge, he retrieved two Glencairn glasses and a sealed bottle full of caramel liquid. Mann's eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead.
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+"Is that Pappy Van Winkle's?"
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"Was savin' it fer you." Fritz put the tumblers down and poured. "Ice?"
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Mann drained his glass in a single swig and shuddered.
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"Y'gotta sip it, son."
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"Just pour me another and let's play."
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"You start," Fritz said as he refilled Mann's glass.
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"Short. How do I kill you permanently and end your conspiracy?" Mann took a sip of the bourbon and let it sit in his mouth.
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"No clue," Fritz said. "Tried everythin' th' Foundation had an' then some. Nothin' took. Same goes for the rest'a the gang." He sipped from his glass. "Short. You been havin' fun?"
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"Why the hell would I— " Mann paused and took another sip. He exhaled through his nose. "Yes."
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"Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Man's gotta enjoy his work."
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"This my work now? That's not my question." Mann drank deeper. "Medium. Why did you save me from your co-conspirators?"
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"Co-conspirators, eh? Truth be told, Herman's always been one a' Holly's pals more'n mine. An' Bobby's just fun t' mess around with."
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Fritz drank from his glass and held up a finger. The two of them sat there for the minute, savoring the taste of the alcohol. Then he swallowed and winced slightly. "I saved you because they're a couple'a spoilsports. Lemme tell you somethin', Rhett. Yer like this Pappy Van Winkle — fulla potential, but ya gotta age and gain experience for the best flavor. Yer what, eighty now? Ninety? But you hotwired those site nukes like you were thirty. An' those Burmese tiger-pits— made me proud to burstin'."
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He took another sip of his bourbon. "Or th' way you got into Site-67. You shoulda read that email Clef sent me. Boy was hoppin' mad about you pullin' one over on him. Not t'mention th' way you've been raising hell with the others. Yer a one-man army — you just needed a little bit more time. Sure, th' others weren't too keen on ya at first, God love 'em, but they started to see yer value once ya started blowin' up my own spaceships. Yer the shot in th' arm this game needed, son— and we're th' kinda people you need to be your best self."
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Mann gritted his teeth, but simply drank and refilled his tumbler.
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"Medium," Fritz said. "You been havin' fun?"
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"A little," Mann said. "It's been nice to travel and apply myself in the field again. Working with my hands. Planning and executing infiltration ops. Being responsible for everything. Having a gun in my hands."
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He drank and held up a finger. "Not so nice? Why I've been out there. Why I'm all by myself. What you did to — the Foundation. Some goddamn father figure you turned out to be."
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Fritz winced. "Rhett —"
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"Shut up," Mann said. "I'm not done. The pork chops, the Pappy, the bandaging? That don't make up fer any the bullshit you done."
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He emptied his glass again and took Fritz's. "I've shot a hundred and thirteen Chaos Insurgents, run through twenty body doubles, had thirteen world leaders assassinated, nine more replaced, ordered nineteen false flag operations, and racked up sixty thousand civilian casualties at th' last estimate. You taught me how to do that. Then just — " he emptied the glass — "you just tossed it all out the damn window inta that damn pit a' yours. Tried t' toss me out."
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Mann slammed the glass onto the table. It shattered. "Long. Why th' hell did you do it all?"
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Fritz looked Mann dead in the eyes. "One billion, three hundred million."
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"What?" Mann said.
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"Hell of a number, innit? Bobby says that's my all-time body count. All the people killed by or because a' me. He's always bin' pretty good with numbers. But I don't worry about that number cause they're just people."
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Fritz got up and rummaged through the cupboards under the sink. "You an' me, we're more n' that. I knew it the day I first laid eyes on ya, you ain't one in a million, yer one in a million years. But you got that damnable streak a' empathy in ya. When I get you to forget it… boy, you do amazin' things."
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"Like kill thousands?" Mann said.
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"You said it yerself." Fritz emerged with a dustpan and began sweeping up the glass around the table. "Shut down th' Insurgency, put your yoke to th' UN's neck, even strongarmed al Fine into helpin' you erase North Korea from memory. Thought fer sure I was hosed that time, but you fixed it. You were winnin' the damn game for me all by yer self. Then y' went off and developed a damn conscience. Hid in th' Arctic and let yerself go. Squanderin' yer gifts like that? Cut me to th' quick."
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He went and tossed the debris into the trash. "I've been there before, a couple times. I figured you'd get outta yer slump soon, but before I knew it thirty years had gone by. Game was endin' soon and I couldn't let you go t' waste. But you got that inertia. Once you get goin' you don't stop, but you needed that push t' get ya rolling."
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"A push?" Mann stood up and poked Fritz in the chest. "You bastard. You absolute goddamn bastard. I wish you were my real father so I could disown you."
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Fritz shrugged. "If that's what it takes."
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Mann punched him in the face.
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Fritz rubbed his jaw and stared at him. "That's some right hook. Technique's flawless. Even when yer sluggin' yer old man yer impeccable. You gotta get over these damn feelings, Rhett. They're only gonna slow you down."
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Mann clenched his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. The bourbon was starting to kick in. "What th' hell else you want from me? Want me to pretend I'm fine with this? That I like this — this game you're playing, using th' world as your goddamn Monopoly board?"
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"Who said anythin' about pretendin'?" Fritz said. "Just be yerself — th' spy, th' assassin, th' one-man army. Throw a monkey wrench into things. I've had more fun followin' your globetrottin' adventures than I've had in the last dozen games combined."
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Fritz poured the last of the bourbon into the remaining glass and offered it to Mann. "Long. Ready to have some fun?"
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Mann drew and fired before either of them realized he'd grabbed it. Fritz collapsed backwards and fell against the wall with a sharp crack. The glass of bourbon shattered on the ground.
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"There's your fucking monkey wrench, old man," Mann said.
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A moment passed. There was another crack as Fritz's neck realigned itself and a faint tinking sound as a bone-covered bullet popped out of his forehead. Fritz stood up, cracked his neck, and clapped Mann on the back. "Lookit that, yer already gettin' into the swing of things."
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Mann sat down heavily.
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"Don't take it so harsh, son," Fritz said. "You did a helluva job and you'll fit right in. Who knows, y'might even learn t'enjoy yourself. C'mon, we gotta get you set up and up to speed on th' rules."
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From:
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administrator@site01.scp.int
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To:
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Cycle (Group)
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Subject:
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Good game, everyone!
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Date:
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Thanks for playing! I think we can all agree, this has been one of the best games yet. I'd just like to confirm this is the final version of the transfer table.
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Current Role
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New Role
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Administrator (SCP)
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Dr. Wondertainment
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Master Foreman
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D.C. al Fine
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Carter
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Administrator (SCP)
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Marshall
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Grand Karcist Ion
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Dark
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Herman Fuller
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Carter
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The Critic
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Marshall
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Big Cheese Horace
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The Critic
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Dr. Wondertainment
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Prophet of Mekhane
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Jude Kriyot
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Dark
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Herman Fuller
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Master Foreman
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Grand Karcist Ion
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Big Cheese Horace
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Vincent Anderson
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Jude Kriyot
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I took the liberty of inducting Everett into the game last night and have been prepping him for his new role. I don't want to spoil anything, but I can promise it will be like nothing you've ever seen before.
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See you soon,
+Fritz
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+I'm immortal now. Not long-lived, not slow to age. Un-aging. One of Them. I don't know how long they've been playing this game or when they started or why. But I'm part of it now.
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+I've been assigned the role "Nobody". My "win condition" is to kill the rest of them. They're mocking me.
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+The joke's on them. I left this life because I thought the world needed a better Mann. I wanted my life to be more than violence and death. But they've taught me better.
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+There is no greater good — nor catch, nor collateral, nor consequence. But the joy of adventure, the thrill of the hunt, the fire inside me? Those are real.
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+I've assembled all my notes and files for you, the new Overseers, as a warning. You know now what I accomplished as an old man. Ask yourself what I could do as an immortal, then do us both a favor and walk away.
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+And Fritz, if you're reading this? I've got a grudge against you, and all the time in the world to hold it. I've even got a to-do list.
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+TO DO:
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+KILL FRITZ.
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